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Violence Inherent in the System

Chapter Two: Back To School

September 2nd, 1996

Harry could barely keep his head out of the bacon and eggs this morning.

He went to bed last night full of energy, the sweet taste of victory over getting the Headmaster to make an extended oath combined with his return to Gryffindor Tower had him bouncing about the common room as though he were high. High on life, perhaps, as Luna had yet to hand over anything that required smoking. When Usagi finally did manage to coax Harry to bed, they celebrated in epic fashion for more than two hours. Noise muffling charms are useful things.

This celebration is, of course, directly responsible for his absolute lack of energy this morning. Harry spent all of it staying awake till past three in the morning. Really, Harry expected this kind of morning and was hoping to offset his drowsiness with orange juice and a hearty breakfast.

"You are a sick boy, Harry. Does the Crown Princess know you've been unfaithful?" Dean Thomas had uttered the line with a little heat behind the words. Was he serious?

"Did you know we could see the glow your 'friend' cast behind your curtains? The glow was there well past midnight, Harry." Seamus Finnigan added. You could hear the pervy implication in every word.

"What I want to know is what can you do with a ghost girl at all hours. Surely it can't be very good, whatever it is." Dean again. Bugger. Several known gossips had heard the questions and were none too discretely listening in.

"I was not cheating on the Crown Princess. She knows all about it. Next time you see her, ask her yourself."

"I will then." Seriously Dean, when did Harry's love life matter to you?

Might as well have fun with it then, eh? "I can't promise you the same experience exactly, but you might try chatting up Myrtle or the Grey Lady if you really want to know. I will say that the ghost in question has to be a willing participant, so don't go jumping through the first female ghost you see or anything."

Several nearby Gryffindors were watching Hermione as she ate just across the table from Harry. Nothing. Not one reaction. Maybe she's mentally indexing her personal library or something equally brainy. In truth, Hermione was listening to Harry's explanation and comparing it to what she knew about ghosts. She could tell from Harry's tone that he was being both playful and truthful at the same time. Was he actually trying to get Myrtle shagged?

"But... but Harry, surely you don't mean that ghosts are actually interested in sex, do you? Wouldn't we already know about it?" Good point, Nev.

"Well... Usagi's been dead for about a year so she's not very experienced at being dead. That may have something to do with it. Now Myrtle, she's been dead for, like, fifty years or something. Students have been either ignoring or ridiculing her the whole time. If you treat her like you would a living girl then she may end up being less… er… cold to you."

Most of the students listening took Harry's reply as a joke and quickly forgot it. Most mind you, not all. Myrtle was about to become more popular with the boys now than when she was alive.

While Harry already had a ghost mistress, this conversation was a good reminder that Myrtle could use someone to talk to. Oh! She'd surely love to meet another young girl ghost, even one who wasn't so good at English just yet. Maybe she could help Usagi learn English?

Harry was beginning to think that it might be a good idea to go down to the Chamber of Secrets again, too. Surely a Basilisk only counted as one secret and the place's very name hinted at more than one.

Harry noticed the gossip mongers begin to break up at about the same time that Hermione began to shake in excitement in her seat across the table from him. Considering what today was, that could mean only one thing.

Harry looked to the head of Gryffindor Table to see Professor McGonagall handing class schedules to each student in turn. Brilliant! Let's see what classes Harry will be way too tired to do well in today.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall. I hope you are well." Even with everything that happened this summer, Hermione still hasn't completely lost her love of authority figures.

"Very well, thank you Miss Granger." The Deputy Headmistress turned to Harry. "Mister Potter, the Headmaster has scheduled a meeting after your last class of the day. I trust you can make your own way to his office by now."

"Yes, Professor. Will you be attending?"

"I hadn't planned on it. Do you still mistrust the Headmaster even after the oath he took for you last night?" Minerva had lost a great deal of the respect she held for Albus this summer, but he was still the Headmaster.

"It isn't that, Professor. I thought that you may wish to hear my description of Jusenkyo. It's a remarkable place with natural transfiguration magic just waiting for victims to fall into rather innocent looking pools of water. Changed my life, it did. Sometimes I look at the mirror and I don't even recognize myself."

"And sometimes, we don't recognize you either, mate." Ron had to comment, as Ginny followed Harry's little speech with a goblet of cold milk over the head.

"I see." Minerva was quite impressed. Harry changed from male to female in the blink of an eye. Even a true master of the animagus process such as herself takes longer. "Perhaps I shall re-examine my schedule then. Good day, Mister Potter."

Harry nodded as her Head of House continued with her duties. Unfortunately, her good mood evaporated when she finally saw just what classes she would be too tired for today.

"Well, bugger all. Gin-Gin? Hot water, please!" The readhead was eager to comply.

After a quick brace of cleaning and drying charms, all silently cast, Harry collected his books and prepared for a foul morning.


As Harry stepped into the darkened Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. There was that suspicious red glow visible in the corner of his vision, too.

Harry pushed off of Ron, sending himself further into the room and Ron back into Hermione. As Harry bounced off of the floor, a red jet of magic shot through where both he and Ron used to be. Harry rolled onto his knees.

"Protego! Stupefy!" Luckily for the nervous students sitting to either side of Harry's attack, his spell was seemingly on target. Red light splashed over a shield surrounding a bit of floor that his attacker must be located on.

As quickly as his ambush started, it stopped again.

"Five points for dodging the spell and pushing your ally out of harm's way. Five more points for a quick shield and return fire. Five points off, however for using something as weak as stupefy on an unknown assailant and another five points off for shouting out the names of your spells." Severus Snape dropped his cloaking magic and raised the lighting level of the room. "Potter! Real wizards only cast aloud when they want to impress you with an advanced spell or scare you with a nasty curse."

"Then teach us how to do it right!" He really wasn't thinking at the moment, as all of Harry's actions up to this point were more reactive than anything.

Severus Snape sneered.

"I intend to."

Defense Against the Dark Arts would turn out to be a real kick in the pants for every student in every class. None were spared, not even the Snakes. Severus wanted his House to survive this war even if he had to break the little twerps of their pampered ways one tear at a time.

"Malfoy! Potter! To the front of the class and fight!" Draco began to rise out of his seat. Clearly he expected to be given a chance to mess with Scarhead, but 'fight'? Not 'duel'?

"Rules, Sir?" Harry had to ask as he didn't expect there to be any. Both boys began the trek up.

"No Unforgivables. Try not to die up there. You will begin casting as soon as both of you clear the front row." Okay, not a duel.

"I'm going to make you beg, Scarhead." Malfoy was red in the face, all of his embarrassment from the train incident bubbled to the surface.

"Crabbe may be into that, Malfoy, but I'm only attracted to girls." Harry smiled. He thought it was quite funny to see Draco reach a very Vernon-esque purple.

"Any last words, Potter?" Malfoy stepped past the last student in his row and drew his wand.

"Your love of blokes… did you get that from your Mum or your Dad?" Draco finally lost it. Harry was still passing by Lavender when a blasting curse flew out of Draco's wand.

Harry's 'saving people' thing kicked in. A Holly and Phoenix feather wand emerged from Lavender's hair near her right ear and Harry cast a shield charm. Lav-Lav had never been so close to a curse-shield impact and nearly fainted from the emotional shock. Harry quickly sprinted past the edge of the front row and tried to jump out of the way of Draco's follow up curse. That second one tore a chunk out of Harry's right thigh. Screaming from the pain, the Gryffindor Golden Boy rolled behind Snape's desk for cover.

Draco sneered and decided to grandstand a little.

"What's wrong, Potty? A weak half-blood like yourself unable to stand against real power?" Draco turned his wand on the other Gryffindors and therefore didn't see the soft white flash that Hermione recognized as being from Harry's scepter. "Who do I have to kill to get you to show your worthless face?"

Not surprisingly, the class did not get to learn the answer to Draco's question as Harry banished the professor's desk right into Draco. It was Draco's turn to express his pain incoherently while he struggled to get free of the desk that pinned him down. Harry immediately ran around the desk and pointed two wands at Draco's temple.

"Hold! Potter, back to your desk." Snape waved his wand, setting his desk back where it was supposed to go. A second wave and all of his paperwork and writing materials returned to their original positions. "Zambini, get Malfoy back to his desk."

As Blaise moved forward and Lav-Lav got her heart to slow down, a high pitched squeal from Malfoy drew Snape's attention. The desk must have broke his arm.

"Potter, you're in charge of healing anyone who goes back to their desk injured." Snape saw his self healing move behind the desk. It'll save time if no-one needs to see Madam Pomfrey.

"Parkinson! Granger! Up front and fight. Do try not to involve the other students, I'll take away house points if any more stray spells hit the wrong target." Both witches were frozen in their chairs. "What are you two waiting for? We've got a lot of ground to cover and I need to see how many of you are likely to be alive a year from today. It's not looking good so far. Get up!"

Severus Snape would quickly learn that Potter was at the top of his class. As Snape was able to see over a dozen things wrong with the Gryffindor's performance, this was not good news.


"Ara…hello?" Usagi floated gently into the girls loo on the second floor. Moaning Myrtle's loo.

"And what's this then?" She heard the voice come from a stall half-way down the row of water closets.

"Ohayo goz- er… good morning. My name Usagi. You are Myrtle?" The Tokyo native drifted a little closer to where the other girl's voice was coming from.

At first, Usagi thought that the other girl must have run off. Harry said that she didn't get many visitors and may be a little skittish. Before she could give up, however, a transparent head slowly rose over the wooden dividers.

"Another one? Poor Dear, did the monster get you too?" Myrtle phased through the divider and came up to Usagi in the middle of the room.

"So sorry. Usagi not kill by monster. Usagi fall in spring in China. Usagi boyfriend is Harry Potter, so Usagi come to Hogwarts with Harry." Usagi was really glad that Harry let her possess him for such a long time the other day. She now feels much more comfortable talking in English because of her time with the translator ring.

"Boyfriend? Harry is your boyfriend?" Myrtle had narrowed her eyes and seemed to be getting some color in her cheeks.

"Yes!" Usagi leaned in and whispered, a spectral blush on her cheeks. "We having much dirty fun in bed."

"But… but… when did he die?" Myrtle was getting quite upset. The first boy to pay a lick of attention to her in decades and when he died he got a foreign girlfriend. What rotten luck.

"Oh, very sorry. Harry not dead. Only me." Usagi smiled her very best 'let's be friends' smile. It's never failed her before.

"So you're telling me that… that Harry Potter is alive?"

"Yes."

"And he has a girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"And she's a ghost?"

"Yes!"

"And he has sex with her?"

"Oh, yes!"

"And… she... isn't… me?"

"Ara! Shimatta…. Er, no?" Bonding with the only other dead teenaged girl in school seemed like such a good idea before that last line, too.

"You goddamn boyfriend stealing slag! I'll get you for this!"

"Ah! So sorry!" Usagi flew out of that loo like the hounds of Hell were on her heels. It was a very understandable reaction as Myrtle had become enraged enough to have near Peeves level telekinetic control and began to hurl random objects at the man stealing whore.

Morning classes may have been in session, but that didn't stop the two dead girls from making one hell of a commotion on their high speed spectral chase. Walls posed no obstacle and floors meant nothing as two girls passed through at least ten different people and dozens of rooms. Usagi once got as far as fifty meters away before making the mistake of stopping in a corridor to figure out where she was. Seconds later, a feminine battle cry sounded down the cavern-like stone corridor, badly spooking the First Year Potions class nearby and causing three cauldrons to explode.

"I've had enough of this shit!" Usagi pulled her ace in the hole and instantly shifted herself to Harry's side.

"Bloody whore!" A heavily panting Myrtle ground out. She calmed herself and remembered that dead girls don't need to pant if they don't want to.

"This isn't over! Not at all you little bint!" Upon hearing a door open behind her, Myrtle spun around.

"What is the meaning of this? Myrtle? My class is a mess, young lady. I never thought I'd be taking twenty points from Ravenclaw for a disruptive ghost." Behind Professor Slughorn, Myrtle could hear the sounds of three or four students openly crying.

Revenge. Myrtle needed revenge now. But where could the bitch be? Potter... She would have run to her 'boyfriend', right? As their chase had already passed through the Potions and Charms classes, she would try D.A.D.A. next.

Seconds earlier, a panicky Usagi materialized next to Harry. Harry was used to her doing this and continued on as normal. Neville was absolutely not used to her doing that and miscast his blasting hex.

The chalkboard near Professor Snape's head disintegrated in a shower of splinters.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor and a detention tonight, Longbottom!" Snape looked at the spirit hovering nervously around Harry. "Get rid of her Potter!"

Harry looked at his girl only to see that she was rapidly scanning every nook of the room for something.

"Get in my head now! We'll talk about it when things calm down." Usagi nodded and leapt at his face. The other students looked a little slack-jawed to see a ghost enter a person through their nose, but Harry didn't flinch.

Just as the class was about to get under way again, Myrtle blew through the back wall.

"Where the hell did she go!" Myrtle was seething with hatred.

Everyone except for Harry, Harry's close friends and Professor Snape pointed right to him.

"Haaar-ryyy?" Myrtle didn't see the other ghost, but everyone was pointing at him.

"We're in the middle of a class, Myrtle. Can't this wait until lunch or something?"

"Where did the boyfriend stealing slag go, Harry?"

"Potter! If you don't get her out of my classroom…" No Gryffindor wanted Snape to finish that sentence.

"Permission to talk to her out in the hall for a minute, Sir?"

"Any longer and it'll be twenty points." As Harry thought he'd lose fifty the moment everyone pointed at him, he was fine with Snape's threat.

Harry nodded to Snape and motioned for Myrtle to follow him out the door, which she did. Had Harry been paying more attention, he might have noticed several charms being thrown at the door and wall behind him as he stepped through.

"Alright, Myrtle. What's this all about?" Harry was more than a bit irritated at the moment. His class had been hell so far, but never in a way that he'd ever experienced hell in a D.A.D.A. classroom before. Snape was pushing them hard.

"The chink bitch. The one who says she's had sex with you. Who is she and why are you doing things with her?" Myrtle's anger was falling into depression. Ghost or not, Harry could see tears beginning to form.

Any sympathy Harry may have had for Myrtle left at the racial slur.

"First, she's Japanese, not Chinese. Second, 'chink' is a word I don't want to hear describing Usagi or any other Asian in this castle. Third, why are you so angry? I told Usagi that you two might have a lot in common as the two of you both died as teenagers. Don't you want more friends?" Deep breaths, Harry. Merlin, how could this possibly get worse?

"Harry. You were the first boy to talk to me in decades. I offered to share my bathroom with you if you died. Now, not only do I find that you have a girlfriend and she's a ghost… she isn't ME!" Myrtle's tears began to spill over as her famous moan began to fill the hall.

Shite, it got worse. What can he possible say in fifteen seconds to fix this?

"Mytle? Myrtle! Look, Myrtle, I can fix this. I can make you happy."

"Y- y- you c-can? H-h-hoooowwwwww?" She wasn't quieting down, but she was looking at him.

"Right! Um... Just this morning… just this morning I was telling blokes in Gryffindor that you were worth talking to and that they should treat you better. I'll… I'll help you get a boyfriend. How about that?" No time!

Myrtle paused for a moment or two, thinking the offer over.

"O-okay. If y-you can get me a b-boyfriend, then I'll f-forgive you for cheating on me."

"What? Cheating on- you know what? Fine. Deal. Give me a bit of time to see who's interested… there's got to be one or two blokes out there that can appreciate what you have to offer once I tell them what it is you have to offer. Right?" She paused again but nodded. Moments later she floated up through the ceiling.

"A minute, twenty-five." Hermione offered helpfully once Harry re-entered the room. For some reason, he was still the focus everyone's attention.

"I don't believe, Mister Potter, that I ever accused your father of pimping out ghosts. Congratulations. You have exceeded my expectations." Severus turned to the rest of the class. "Now, if you are all done listening to Mister Potter's deviant behavior, then maybe I can still teach you something useful before I kill myself for the hopelessness of it all…"


"Well, Scarhead, looks like your fun will be over soon." Harry was beginning to think that Draco should have gotten into Dinner Theatre. Smirking little weasel. He seems to crave the attention he can get by starting something during a meal in the Great Hall.

"And what's got your knickers in a twist now, Malfoy?" Draco colored at Harry's insult. Finally! Harry finally had a go-to insult that would always get Malfoy to lose control in gender identity issues. Yes, it is highly ironic.

"You openly admitted to having sex with that ghost. You don't deny she's your girl, which, by the way is quite sick, and that means that you are cheating on your Crown Princess. How stupid are you? A ghost? Not even a Veela or something?" Malfoy had regained his smirk, people were listening. Crabbe smirked and Pansy added her annoying giggle to the mix.

Harry could see this ruining his good boy image for the year if he didn't take care of things quickly. At any other time, that would be just fine by him as he's learned to deal with the distrust and fear that comes with the rumors and lies that have been spread about him before. Not this time.

This time, Harry recognized the need to play along- or rather, to actively play the lead in the drama called Harry's life. If he didn't, then his fame wouldn't help in the war. For once in his life Harry wanted the Chosen One image, and he would not allow Malfoy to take it from him.

Only one problem, mate: Harry can't deny his relationship to Usagi the ghost in favor of Usagi the living girl. How can he when they're the same girl? Only… try telling the world that.

Maybe he could?

~Harry?~

~Usagi? I'd quite forgotten that you were in there.~

~Let me take this one, Harry.~

~Are you sure?~

~Please.~

Draco was about to launch into another rant at Harry's pause when he saw the crescent begin to glow on Harry's forehead.

Harry looked down at the table for a moment before sticking his fingers into a goblet of ice water.

"Don't think pretending to be some damned Princess is going to get you out of this one, Potter." Malfoy snarled out the last line. If Harry wanted to see what it felt like to get hexed as a girl, then Malfoy would be glad to help.

'Harry's' gaze returned to the Slytherin ponce for a second before she closed her blue eyes. Lunar power flared around her, quickly growing and washing into the visible spectrum. Draco and his supporting cast backed away with their eyes mostly covered to block the pure white magic release.

When the magical power surge receded, the lunch crowd began to wonder if Harry was pretending. If he was, then he was rather good at it. Silver hair flowed down her back in to elegant tails which ended scant inches from the stone floor. She wore the same imperial gown that caused such a fuss in the Wizengamot chamber along with all of the matching jewelry.

Princess Serentiy was officially making her second appearance in magical England. First, if you judge it from her temporal perspective.

"I trust you can tell the difference between myself and my Intended now?" Harry's friends all nodded their heads in silent support. Everyone else stood still in silent confusion. Serenity's words began to fill the Great Hall, taking advantage of the same acoustic enchantments which allow the Headmaster to deliver his mealtime speeches.

"Yes, it is rather confusing, I suppose, so I shall try to make it simple for you." She turned from Malfoy to address the room as a whole. "I, Crown Princess Usagi Serenity, had... a little accident... in a very dangerous place. The details need not concern you, but the effect is that I am trapped in the form of a ghost for most of the time. My Beloved, gentleman that he is, has elected to keep me company even in my ghost form until I can be set right again… so before anyone present tries to give him any trouble for caring for his future wife in her hour of need, I ask that you kindly sod off."

The Crown Princess took a deep breath, reveling in the experience before her eyes fell again to the lunch sitting half eaten on Harry's plate.

"Roast beef! Awesome!" Usagi lost a bit of her respectability when she dropped into Harry's seat and began stuffing her face with food. Several dishes were things she's only seen on TV and just had to try.

~Usagi?~

~Yes, Harry?~

~Was admitting that you're dead a good idea?~

~I didn't say I was dead. Now be a good Dread Pirate Roberts and be quiet so Princess Buttercup can get some more mashed potatoes.~

~Alright, just don't say that out loud. You're my Princess Buttercup and I don't want the others to know we've started using cutesy pet names already.~

~As you wish.~

"Hey, Ron. Are you going to eat that?"


Harry entered the Gryffindor Common Room closely followed by many of her yearmates. For her part, Harry felt the need to relax a bit and get some focus before the her meeting with Dumbledore.

"Not changing back, mate?" Ron glanced over to the blonde who had yet to even cast a drying charm on herself.

"Why bother? You get used to it after a while. Well... Ranma says you do. I'm trying not to let it bother me." Harry grabbed her chest and tried to re-arrange the load some. Ron tried to look away, he really did.

"Harry! Stop that right this instant!" Hermione's yell quickly made Harry the focus of the whole common room.

"What? They're mine aren't they? They're bloody uncomfortable right now." Harry gave her shirt one last tug before dropping onto a sofa near the fireplace.

"Harry, I think they mine. But... Usag- I let you touch. Please not to let others watch." The spirit of Harry's Love came through the Portrait behind everyone else, not that the walls would stop her, but some times she forgets.

"Thanks love. Your English is getting better!" Harry ran her hand down Usagi's face in a way that made the specter giggle. "You should spend more time in my body. Maybe you could become fluent before the end of the year."

"So, 'Mione. What are you going to do with it?" Ron shot off his question as he pulled out a chocolate frog. A few chocolatey snacks might just tide him over until dinner.

Hermione pulled a potion vial out of her robes and swirled the seemingly molten gold fluid around.

"I don't know yet. I was so nervous about getting the Draught of Living Death right that I haven't even begun to think of what I could do with liquid luck." Hermione rubbed her thumb over the side of the vial before stuffing it back deep into her robes.

"It's a good thing Draco's potion mysteriously went bad while I was asking Professor Slughorn about my parents, isn't it Ron?" Ron nervously nodded. When Hermione narrowed her eyes at the boys- er boy and girl, they both nervously looked away.

"What did you do?"

"We most certainly did not out snake a snake, did we Ron?" Harry was looking away when she said it.

"Not at all. Why, who wouldn't want the sneaky ponce to get his hands on that potion. Surely he's far too trustworthy to abuse such useful stuff." If only hating Malfoy were a N.E.W.T. level course, then Ron could teach it.

"Well... I've been looking for an excuse to practice basic ward schemes. Now I've got one." Hermione knew just which book to grab out of her trunk too.


"Simply amazing." Albus Dumbledore was impressed.

"And you've just scraped the surface. China and Japan may not have the wizarding population that Europe has, but they're not lacking in magic. It just takes different forms, really." Harry, still in her female form, was now standing in the Headmaster's office next to the Deputy Headmistress and the Headmaster. Both of her elders were gazing back into the pensive that the three had just emerged from.

"So this is the animagus-like ability you wrote to Miss Granger and Miss Weasley about... remarkable. Were it not for the dark times we face here in England, I may have been tempted to go research Jusenkyo personally." Albus had seen a lot in his time, but never had he seen the likes of Jusenkyo before. This was really turning out to be a year of firsts for the man. All thanks to this young man - and at times young woman – who he had sought to make into a weapon.

Much as Albus saw the world through different colored lenses now, that did not change the prophesy one bit. Perhaps he could revisit his analysis of the wording, though.

"I'm sure Fawkes remembers where it is, but you have to remember that sane, normal people never go there on purpose. Walk into Jusenkyo valley with the best of intentions and I bet you a lifetime supply of lemon drops that you come back with a curse, one not of your choosing." Albus still had that gleam in his eye. "They're not all shapely young women, either. Most aren't even human. Dogs. Cats. Hindu Demon Goddesses. They seem to have one of everything. The spring I fell in should be named the Spring of Drowned Magical Alien Princess Super Veela but I believe that it is still referred to as the Spring of Drowned I don't Know Who She Is."

Both school officials looked at him with a hint of amusement.

"Well, I admit that they don't have the allure that Fleur has but all Senshi are super hot. Even with all the blokes knowing it's me, Harry 'BOY-Who-Lived' Potter, in this body, I've still caught loads of blokes checking me out." Harry shivered for a moment. "That is the creepiest thing I've ever experienced. I begin to understand why girls get so irate at us boys at times. Bloody annoying."

"Language, Mister Potter. Or should I say Miss Potter?" Minerva was having entirely too much fun with this.

"Sorry Professor. I may look like the girl I'm going to marry, but I still think like me, so Mister is better."

Albus noticed something about his collection of magical trinkets and detectors that shocked him while Deputy Headmistress was busy remonstrating Miss Potter. One trinket which should be pointing directly at Mister Potter was not. He looked again at Harry's forehead.

"Harry, would you mind terribly returning to your birth form for a moment?"

Harry nodded. After finding the Headmaster's desk rather lacking in hot water, she pulled out her old wand and proceeded to wordlessly cast her cup-water-hot spell chain. She failed to notice how impressed both Albus and Minerva were that she could do wordless magic well ahead of her class level. Two fingers in the cup later and Harry once again had his bits back.

Albus quickly recovered from seeing Harry unknowingly show an advanced level of personal control and looked again at Harry's scar. Why didn't he see this at the Opening Feast?

"Harry, when did your scar start to fade?" Albus's words gave Minerva the jolt necessary to have a look for herself.

"By Merlin, your scar! It's finally healed properly. Did something happen, Mister Potter?" She couldn't help herself and reached out to trace over Harry's nearly invisible scar with her index finger. "Did Princess Serenity do this?"

Harry wasn't absolutely sure, but her abilities in healing magic could have done the trick and Jusenkyo didn't seem like a likely candidate. He nodded.

"May we see a memory of the event which lead to your healing?"

While Harry suspected he knew when she did it, that wasn't something Harry was willing to show the Headmaster.

"I'm sorry sir, but that is something private between Usagi and me." Both Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress frowned at the refusal.

"Harry, this is very important. I need to know precisely how she healed you." Albus added his best 'I'm disappointed in you' look to the frowns.

"I will not betray Usagi's trust, not for any reason. All you need to know is that it was easy for her, or have you forgotten what she's done in Diagon Alley twice now?" Harry would not give the Headmaster what he wanted without Usagi's approval.

Of course, from the Headmaster's perspective, the defiant Gryffindor let slip plenty. Not what he wanted, but perhaps enough. Albus began filtering through the best ways to approach the Crown Princess for help without letting slip exactly what she'll need to do. Crown Princess or not, horcruxes are a vital secret that must be closely guarded even from those he would enlist to eliminate the remaining soul containers.

"Very well, Harry. Is there anything you would be willing to show us of your journey? Something that you feel may be of value to the war effort without interfering with your Intended's privacy?" At least he was asking nicely.

As it does on occasion, inspiration struck Harry. His idea may not bear fruit quickly, but then how often do you get the chance to debate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy with the Supreme Mugwump?

"I would like to show you some things, things I did as Heather Snape." That got their attention. "Think of it as an essay, in memory form, on the benefits of using magic freely in the non-magical world."

"You'll be casting magic in front of muggles, then?" His Head of House would obviously need some convincing. Surely the Headmaster would as well.

"I will be showing you that magic can save lives and prevent crimes like rape and assault. The Wizarding World has tens of thousands of citizens capable of doing things that the non-magical world would call super-human. By hiding ourselves away, I think that more harm is being done to both of our worlds than you realize." Harry paused to see how much flak his intent would receive. No immediate response... "I would like to show you an example of the good that can be done when two worlds mix freely. The Japanese know, as a nation, that magic is real, even if other countries don't quite believe them yet. At least the others don't officially recognize magic. Really, I wouldn't be surprised to find that other governments know more than they let on."

While Albus had heard such claims before, he hadn't really given them much consideration. To be fair, he was still taking special lemon drops the last time someone, a young Lily Evans actually, said the exact same thing.

"You really are your mother's son, Harry. Lily made similar claims during her stay at Hogwarts on several occasions." Harry almost lost his train of thought. For too long, all anyone would tell him about his mother was that he had her eyes. It was only just today that he got more than eye color out of Slughorn. Harry resolved to spend more time with the Slytherin professor whenever possible as the old Slytherin Potions Master admired, even adored his mother. Harry could hardly believe it.

There must have been some dust floating about, as the elders in the room gave Harry a moment to rub it clear of his eyes.

"Please do show us Miss Snape at her prime. I would like to see how well the papers did portraying her." Albus had his twinkle back, but Harry didn't seem concerned this time. It doesn't always have to be a bad sign, right?

Harry gave them exactly what Dumbledore asked for: a pensive Best Of collection. They got to see the Nippon Budokan, but only after the girls had already transformed. They got to see Heather save Miyako and Ehara-sensei. Harry even included some of the festivities at Bandai's Teen Witch toy release at Hakuhinkan Toy Park. In a move that was meant to be equally impressive and spiteful, Harry provided his second most important appearance after Tokyo Tower: the first appearance of the Goddess of Diagon Alley. They would not see Tokyo Tower, not with the spell he cast in free fall.

By the time that Harry, Minerva and Albus returned from the pensive, Albus was very pensive. Minerva was shaking from the stress of merely watching Harry return Hermione's soul to her mortal body. Harry tried and failed to hide his tears. God, but that was a hard memory to relive.

A ghost materialized next to the crying boy.

"Harry, I having long talk with ghosts Nick and Peeves and Myrt- Harry!" Usagi just noticed his emotional state. She suddenly zipped between her beloved and the room's two other occupants. "I may be dead but you will be sorry if you don't undo whatever it is you did! I swear it!"

"It's o- okay, Usagi Love. Th- they didn't do this." Harry couldn't raise his head to acknowledge the cool tingle of Usagi's fingers caressing his skin.

"Let's get you to bed, Harry. I'll tell you how much better Cuteness is on a broom. You would be so proud of her, Harry. So very proud of our little girl." As Harry began to turn towards the door, Usagi looked back at Albus and Minerva. "Meeting over, yes?"

They both nodded. Her face made it clear that it wasn't really a question.


September 6th, 1996

Nabiki Tendo couldn't stop looking over her shoulder. It didn't matter that she never saw Sailor Pluto any of the last sixty or so times that she looked for the Senshi.

Surely the green haired mahou shoujo would reinforce her first and only warning, right? Especially after the little talk Nabiki just had with 'Cuteness'.

Nabiki had been watching the park every day in between other appointments and whenever she wasn't in the office, just hoping to see the girl tempt fate again. Today, the little witch did exactly that.

Nabiki decided to write down her notes on the encounter without risking the loss of more electronics. Those things were expensive and the green haired Senshi wasn't offering to replace anything she broke.

As a waitress set down Nabiki's tea, she began to sketch out her recent discoveries.

1. Witches don't need picnic baskets. 'Cuteness' pulled her hot soup, rice bowl, juice and cool dessert pie out of a cloth bag. Same for all blankets, silverware and plates/bowls.

Nabiki had to stop herself from writing several pages of notes on what that implies magic is capable of.

2. Cuteness laughed at the idea of being Heather Snape's sister. Does she know about Jusenkyo?

3. Cuteness is the girl Heather caught at Tokyo Tower.

Nabiki had to comfort the girl a little bit after that question. She almost bolted until Nabiki distracted her with a story about being saved from becoming dragon food by 'that fashion ignorant boy I told you about last time'. Granted it was her sister Akane who almost became dragon food, but it was a good story and the young witch calmed down.

4. Cuteness looked like she could be related to Heather Snape.

A nagging thought in the back of her head kept reminding her that the girl also looked like Miss Tsukino who Snape claimed not to be... but there was Jusenkyo to consider.

5. Did Usagi Tsukino drown in Jusenkyo?

Wait wait wait. On the 18th, when Bandai had the big Heather Snape opening, Pluto (there she is again) told everyone that Heather fell in the same enchanted pool as Sailor Moon did.

6. When was the last known appearance of Sailor Moon?

7. How about Usagi Tsukino? Compare to Sailor Moon.

Nabiki had some research to do.

Family resemblance... this little pink haired witch could be related to the girl that drowned in the well; she was saved by Heather Snape... and... and... and Sailor Chibi Moon rode with Teen Witch at the Bandai thing... and she's a little girl with pink hair.

Nabiki looked around the restaurant she was in. No green haired Senshi were hiding in corners as far as she could tell.


September 7th, 1996

~Boring! Boring, boring and... wait for it... boring. Was he trying to teach you something in there, Harry?~

~He probably was, but with the way he is we won't see what it is until it's too late to be useful.~

Usagi hopped back out of Harry's head as she passed down a corridor between the Headmaster's Office and Gryffindor Tower.

"That old shack was super gross! And nailing snakes to the door? Disgusting. I would have thrown up if I weren't hiding in your head." Usagi was not impressed with this old man's teaching ability. Luna (the cat, not the human) was direct and to the point even if she didn't have opposeable thumbs.

"Thank you, Love, for not throwing up in my head. That would be hard to clean up." The blonde continued to pass through corridors, idly noting that some students still gaped at her passing as though completely unable to deal with a variable-gender Chosen One. "There was one thing in there that I can use when our dear Minister of magic decides to show up again. Tom Riddle."

"What about him?" Usagi was still too new to this to catch every puzzle piece. She'd support her Harry in any way she could, just the same.

"I'm going on record with proof that Dark Lord Voldemort is a half-blood, not a pureblood as everyone thinks he is." Harry had a smirk on her face.

"What does that matter?"

"It's what most people think this war is about, Love. The Death Eaters want purebloods to rule the world and having a half-blood as their lord and master is going to be a major scandal. If nothing else, it'll piss him off like never before." Sure, Voldemort might get a bit more stabby, but then the bastard might just come to Hogwarts directly if he gets an open taunt.

Harry would rather force the issue than drag this war out. Love, Senshi powers or Jusenkyo... any one of those could qualify as 'the power he knows not'. At this point, the longer Moldiewart has to research, the less he'll 'know not'.

It's not like the classes at Hogwarts are going to teach Harry anything that Voldemort doesn't know, right? Harry's best chance to win will come from outside of schoolbooks. If straight school learning was going to be the deciding factor, then Hermione would be the Chosen One, not Harry.


Sept. 8th, 1996

"Okay! Everyone's here, so let's gather 'round." The first Dumbledore's Army meeting of the new year was about to begin. Nearly thirty students from three different houses collected around Harry.

Both Usagi and Myrtle were floating around near the back of the room. While Usagi's reason was self-evident, Myrtle was a surprise.

Colin Creevey had, after getting Harry's permission, brought her to the meeting as a date of sorts. Apparently the boy was enough of a fantasy/sci-fi fan that the idea of dating a real ghost appealed to him. The first time Colin ever felt funny 'down there' happened when he was watching that scene in Ghostbusters where Dr. Stantz has his ghost blowjob dream. This could work very, very well for Colin.

"Welcome one and all to the second year of our defense club."

Harry had to wait a moment for the surprisingly loud applause to come back down to manageable levels. Soon enough, everyone settled back down. Harry's blush went subsided shortly afterwards, though he didn't lose the grin or the confidence that everyone's applause gave him.

"We have several issues to deal with. First and foremost is the official decision to keep going or disband."

There were a lot of shouts to keep going. No one seemed to offer a dissenting opinion, either.

"Well, I guess we don't need an open vote on that issue then." A few laughs and giggles filtered through the group. "If there is someone here who does not wish to continue, then please say so. You can tell me or Hermione at any time and we won't think less of you."

Harry waited a moment to let what's been said to settle in their minds before nodding to Hermione, who had the D.A. Contract in her hand.

"Everyone in this room signed the contract I hold in my hands... well, everyone that's alive and in this room anyway." Several in the group glanced over two the two ghosts.

"Don't look at me like that. If you want my loyalty, just make sure my Romeo keeps me happy!" Myrtle's inflection told everyone it was a joke, but that didn't stop Colin from getting a nudge, nudge and a wink, wink or two. The two ghosts giggled madly as the poor Gryffindor blushed Weasely red.

Hermione got everyone's attention back. "If you know of anyone trustworthy, someone you think would be a good addition to our group, send them to me or to Harry. If we approve of them, then they'll have to sign on just like everyone else."

"Before we start practicing spells this year, we need to agree as a group what the D.A.'s goal is this year. We started the group because of Umbridge, and thank God we did, but this year is different. This year Snape is teaching defense." Harry stopped when there was a little grumbling, but Snape's position was nothing that any of them could change. "While he is a greasy git if ever there was one, I was quite surprised by by my first class. I actually learned something."

"Malfoy almost killed me, Harry!" Lavender hadn't forgotten Draco's hex or Harry's quick thinking to shield her. If she ever got Harry alone...

"As bad as this is going to sound... that's the kind of class we need right now." Everyone was quiet. They wanted to hear why. "In all of my time at Hogwarts, only Professor Lupin actually taught anything worthwhile in the DADA class. That means that we are all well behind where we should be. Snape may be a evil bastard, but that class was important. Malfoy cheated in class the same way Death Eaters cheat outside of the castle. If you don't learn how to deal with Malfoy Junior and his lot, then you'll never stand a chance against real Death Eaters.

"As anyone who went to the Department of Mysteries can tell you, Stupefy is a dueling charm. Dark wizards don't duel, they fight. We need to fight back. I'm not saying that we are going to cast blasting hexes at each other in the club, but I want to be sure that all of you know how to cast one. I want you to get faster and learn to hit targets from further away. I want you to learn that there are curses that you can't shield against, so dodging will be important... using accio to pull things into the line of the curse also works as long as what you summon is big enough.

"Most importantly, dark wizards tend to ambush you. If you can't apparate yet, try to learn. Death Eaters won't care if it's illegal for you to learn. Everything they do is illegal. If you get into trouble with the Ministry then I swear I will flatter or bribe Minister Scrimgeour until he sets you free."

"You can do that?"

"Yes, I can." Zacharias Smith finally found something to admire Harry Potter for. Political power was something he could respect.

"Back to the ambush thing. Even if you do know how to apparate, wards can block apparition. That's why I bought each and every one of you presents this summer." Harry nodded at Ron.

Presents! Despite the serious nature of the meeting, several members (girls mostly) got a bit more exited.

While the regular D.A. girls were thinking 'shiny', Ron pulled out his miniature Nimbus Two-thousand. A quick tap of the wand brought it to full size. He quickly hopped on and did a quick circuit around the room, landed, re-shrunk his broom and put it back in his pocket.

"As Ron has just demonstrated, you all now own emergency brooms. If you ever feel like you're in a trap, get out of it. Gryffindor courage does not mean that you fight Death Eaters when you're outnumbered or they are more skilled than you are." Hermione began passing brooms out to everyone else. "The only thing I ask is that you keep them hidden on your person at all times, even in the school, because you never know when you will need them."

After everyone got a broom and a lesson on how to expand and shrink them, Harry moved on. He held up a hand to show his rings to anyone who may not have seen them yet.

"You might be wondering why I'm wearing jewelry this year. Simply put, it is enchanted jewelry and it is all defensive in nature. A friend of mine bought a large collection of defense trinkets for me this summer and now you all get to benefit from it." Harry pulled a cover off of a nearby table. Ohhhhh, shiny! "I've got enough here for each of you to get one piece with a few left over. There's a bit of a variety up there, so please read the descriptions before walking off with one."

Five minutes later, Hermione had to make the other girls stop using the Callipygian Venus charm bracelets. Those things were bloody dangerous in a room full of teenaged boys. It took Harry ten minutes to recover enough to get everyone trading schedules and coming up with training ideas.

Usagi stopped gossiping with Myrtle long enough to watch Harry get into a discussion about the morals of hexing with lethal intent versus stunning all of your enemies with some of the students she hadn't been introduced to yet. His closer friends, the ones from the Department of Mysteries Battle, were backing Harry one hundred percent.

As the ghost princess watched her Love lead the defense club, she noted with pride that the others trusted him and followed willingly.

If Usagi were an Evil Super-genius, she would be using her 'mua-ha-ha' laugh right about now.

Chapter End

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Omake

A Spanking! A Spanking!

Mid-September, 1996

Dinner in the Great Hall was a time for food and companionship. It was also a time for many to relax and unwind at the end of a day, though many others had research or homework to do. Rare was the post owl who made an evening run and rarer still were guests.

"I'm here to deliver punishment."

It took a moment for that line to really sink in. Harry recognized the voice immediately, as did a ghost and two witches in his immediate vicinity. When others turned to see who had spoken up behind their Chosen One, they gaped in awe.

This reaction, being unusual even for Hogwarts, caught the attention of any student who saw their friends look up. When those students looked to see what caused such a reaction, they were caught in turn by the one thing that could outshine a sex changing Boy-Who-Lived.

Within seconds, the Senshi of Pluto held the attention of everyone in the hall save Harry. He already knew how scorchingly hot she was.

"And who, Pluto, are you here to punish?" Harry didn't remember anything particularly bad. He hadn't forgotten Usagi's birthday as that was in mid summer...

"Ginny, Harry. She earned a punishment on the train if I recall correctly."

The redhead in question cursed under her breath. Still, maybe it wouldn't be so bad... Pluto showed up alone and-

Two more Senshi stepped out of the open doorway behind Gryffindor Table. Ginny may not have seen the girls in uniform before, but she had been told who was who and knew the Hair-color Rule. Neptune and Uranus. The lipstick lesbian and her dyke lover. Ginny cursed a little louder this time, just loud enough to get the attention of the two she wanted to avoid most.

"You hold down. Her ass is mine." The teal haired Senshi spoke, but it was the blonde's leer that made Ginny feel dirty.

Ginny refused to go down without a fight. As soon as the slender redhead was clear of Gryffindor table she threw a pair of hexes at Uranus and Neptune before running for the door. While those hexes would have laid low most of the school population, the Outer Senshi were true veterans and dodged her spells with ease.

The chase had begun.

"Mister Potter. I'm afraid that these women have no authority to punish my students." Albus didn't wish to antagonize the Senshi, but he was the Headmaster and had to maintain discipline as part of his position.

"As Professor Slughorn can attest to, Ginevra did volunteer to be spanked on the Hogwarts Express." A quick look over to the Professor in question got a hesitant nod in reply. Fair enough.

"In this case-" But Albus was interrupted.

"A spanking! A Spanking! Oh, yes. Ever since cousin Zoot wrote to me about punishments in Castle Anthrax, I've been waiting patiently for my turn to be spanked. I want to be punished now!" Luna had hopped onto the Ravenclaw bench where she was sitting before and was now humming with excitement. Literally humming.

Harry looked to the Headmaster. Albus was thankful for Harry's small deference and chose to address the excitable Ravenclaw.

"My dear Miss Lovegood, you have done nothing wrong. What are our guests supposed to spank you for?" Albus asked in an amused tone.

Without pause, Luna grabbed the fourth year Ravenclaw sitting next to her by the back of his head and slammed his face into a plate of spaghetti he had been working on tonight. As her fellow Ravenclaws looked on in shock, Luna switched her hand with her knee, adding enough weight to keep him down. Luna was staring between Harry and Sailor Pluto from start to finish.

"How 'bout now?" While most of her fellow Ravenclaws were either gaping in shock or grumbling about revenge, the rest of the student body was laughing or applauding Luna's display. Albus and Harry exchanged a glance before the Headmaster returned to the eccentric blonde.

"Very well. Twenty points from your house... and... a spanking." The Headmasters proclamation received almost as much applause as Luna's dirty deed. Maybe they all thought they would get to watch?

Luna walked over Ravenclaw Table and then stepped on the bench between Dean and Colin at Gryffindor's Table. Crossing directly in front of the green haired Senshi saved her the time and effort of walking the long way around. As Luna and Pluto engaged in a quick but brutal eye-sparkle war, the blonde held her arms before her crossed at the wrists.

"I'm a naughty girl and I need a firm hand... maybe two." Pluto responded by glancing out towards the entrance doors to their side.

Before Luna could follow her gaze, a thin, glowing gold chain shot through the doors and whipped around Luna's wrists several times. A second later, Sailor Venus followed the end of her Love Me Chain into the Great Hall. A few of loops of magical chain were coiled around the blonde Senshi's neck and she was twirling the other end of the chain in her left hand.

Just as the student population was beginning to embrace the pervy potential another Senshi stepped through the door. The leggy brunette in green held out her right hand, fingers splayed apart, and drew attention to herself by allowing miniature lighting arcs to dance from fingertip to fingertip. Jupiter had come to play.

Luna looked like she'd won the lottery.

As Miss Lovegood was pulled out of the Great Hall by two very hot mahou shoujo, she repeated her exceitement about receiving a spanking several times until her last five words of the evening floated through old oak doors.

"... a spanking, a spanking... … and then the oral sex!"

End Omake

Reviewers:

deitarion/SSokolow – I don't believe I'll ever take the prize for perfect grammar. Hopefully I do well enough for the mistakes to be ignored. I'm glad you like it and I will try to keep things interesting. I hate when other authors sacrifice whole chapters to boring crap that really doesn't help the story along. Surely if they try hard enough, they will find a way to get the background details in without messing up the story's flow.

Fire From Above – I hope you mean Albus and Severus. I'm trying to let the others grow up as they would naturally without redefining them too quickly.

phoenix rampant – If Luna ever gets her own dirty scene, I'll give her the whole amusement park rather than one ride.

nxkris – On one hand, the curse won't allow you to hide it forever as Ranma learns quickly in that original story. On the other hand, I want my hero or heroine to be capable of making mistakes. That's why even with access to Senshi powers, Harry still comes close to losing a few times.

Firehedgehog – I don't think the prank would allow more Potters to be made by the imitation-Harry's. That's not to say someone may have tried that. If I were going to expand that scene, it would involve Romilda Vane somehow.

uo-chou – While I won't say exactly when she get's her body back, there has been some foreshadowing in the right direction. This will not be a 'she comes back only in the very last scene' thing.

Memories-of-the-Shadows – Snape may be Snape Light now, but dunderheads are still dunderheads.

mikek3332002 – By the end of Girl Who Loved, I was surprised too. No one want's to fail, but I never considered myself as having any writing ability before.

Kodachi – Kodachi... I've completely ignored the Kuno family now, haven't I? Hmmmm... maybe an omake where the full Nerima Wrecking Crew and all of the Senshi get their violence on inside of Hogwarts. Magical England would never survive. It'll be bad enough when Ranma and Shampoo say hi.

delta waves – No problem. In order to keep this shit straight I have to constantly re-read my own story to remember the little details.