Yo everyone, SG-chan here! ^-^ How y'all doing? SG-chan is doing fine, thanks for asking. SG-chan also has a brand new power cord! *confetti* This means she can update more frequently! Though with all the tests coming up... *gloomy funk*

Anywho, I hope I was able to hook enough people with the prologue! ^.~ SG-chan is having a lot of fun writing this *rubs hands together while grinning* Once we get past the first couple of chapters, lots of pandemonium and chaos occur! *cackles* *clears throat* Ahem, anyway, hope you all enjoy this first chappie! ^_^


"Boy, get the mail!"

"Yes, Uncle," Harry Potter replied as he dutifully trudged out of the kitchen. He rifled through the stacks of envelopes, stopping at one in particular. On it read:

Harry Potter

The Cupboard Under the Stairs

Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey

Harry frowned at the strange symbols under his name, figuring them to be either Japanese or Chinese.

"Hey, the freak got a letter!"

Apparently Dudley had followed him out into the hallway, no doubt to kick him or something. Funny, I didn't know little Dudders knew how to read, Harry thought acerbically for a moment, only for his anger to be roused the next minute as the letter - his letter! Screamed a vengeful part of his mind - was yanked from his grasp.

"Hey, give that back!" Harry demanded.

"Make me," the overweight boy sneered, holding the envelope above his head.

"Who would send you a letter?" Vernon grumbled as he waddled out of the kitchen. Harry watched in fearful curiosity as his uncle's eyes bulged and his face began to turn a rather unbecoming shade of purple as he saw what was written on the envelope.

"Listen here; we are not sending you to some fraudulent school to learn magic tricks!" the boy's uncle raged, tearing up the letter and dumping it into the trashcan.

Watching the scraps of paper - parchment, a part of his mind noted - float down into the trash can, his cousin's raucous guffaw echoing in his ears, the part of Harry Potter that wasn't Harry Potter rose to life, a smoldering flame that suddenly had fuel added to it. Bolstered by self-esteem which had been trashed throughout the years, this foreign part of him snarled and rose up; a power gathering behind his eyes, in his ears, crawling through his skin-

A vase on the mantelpiece suddenly shattered all by itself.

As Vernon yelled at Harry for being a 'freak', and to get back to his cupboard if he knew what was good for him, the part of Harry Potter that wasn't Harry Potter was slowly assimilating itself to the Boy-Who-Lived's consciousness, gathering all the information it could in order to better adapt itself to its new life.


Over the course of the next few days, the letters kept on coming. They came through the mail slot, through the windows, hell, even down the chimney! This pushed Vernon into a nearly constant apocalyptic state, which he mainly took out on Harry.

It was nearly a week since the first letter had arrived, two days before his birthday, in fact, when Harry managed to rescue and subsequently hide one of the letters from the clutches of his 'family'. Vernon had rejoiced in the letters stopping, thinking that all of his 'preventative' measures had been the cause. As a reward, the Dursleys went out to eat, leaving Harry there with the threat that he'd better not do anything 'freakish' while they were gone.

That night, in Dudley's old second bedroom, now Harry's as a result of the particular way the letters had been addressed, Harry opened the envelope that had been causing so much trouble.

The beam of the flashlight he'd managed to purloin from Mrs. Figg wavered a moment before steadying, illuminating the first few words that immediately caught his attention. Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A dream that had reoccurred frequently came to the forefront of his mind; a bright flash of green light, a woman screaming, and a high, cold laugh. Shaking his head, Harry read through the letter - from a Minerva McGonagall - his eyes widening further as the full gravity of the situation imposed on him.

He was a wizard.

Harry let out a soft gasp as the letter suddenly grew warm in his hands, the elegant script glowing as it rearranged itself into Japanese kanji. Rika, the first two symbols read, and Harry barely paused to think about how exactly he knew how to read Japanese when he'd lived in England his entire life as he scanned downwards, hungry for answers.

Rika,

I don't know if you've regained your memories yet, but hopefully this will rectify that. You aren't alone in this; I know for a fact that you and Satoko-chan will meet soon. I also hope that this letter finds you in good health.

Now, about the magical world and this 'Hogwarts'.

In London, there is a pub called the Leaky Cauldron; ask the bartender, Tom, how to get into Diagon Alley. Make sure to disguise yourself, because Harry Potter is rather popular in the magical world.

Harry read through the letter as it further told him the order in which he should best conduct his school shopping, as well as how to get to the train platform 9 ¾. Who could have sent this to me? the boy wondered.

You're probably wondering who I am, appeared on the parchment, shocking Harry further. You knew before; the people of our village know me better as Oyashiro-sama, the god whose curse strikes every year at the Watanagashi Festival. But you, Rika, were the only one who ever saw me for who I truly was, and I miss you. I hope we are reunited soon, along with Satoko, Mion, Rena, Keiichi, and Shion.

Love, Hanyuu.

As Harry reached the end of the letter, everything faded away to merciful black as a sea of memories and knowledge not his own roared forward in a rushing torrent.


"Uhhh... maybe I should've listened to Hanyuu and not drunk so much," Rika groaned as she sat up, holding a hand to her temple. She blinked as she noticed that she was in a dark, somewhat enclosed space. "We didn't defeat fate," the girl whispered to herself dejectedly only for her eyes to widen in surprise at the sound of her voice.

It's deeper, but a bit lighter as well. Don't tell me...

She was beginning to have a sinking feeling that was only confirmed when she heard a voice roar, "Boy! Get up will you! Stop your lollygagging or you'll get no food today!"

Information came forward in the miko's mind, and she gave a slight snarl. No wonder her body felt sore and her head hurt like hell if her current incarnation's memories on his 'relatives' were anything to go by!

Rika narrowed her eyes. She would not allow this to go on.


Bwa ha ha! Here there be Dursley-bashing x3 Seriously, though, it's stated in canon how the Dursleys, at the very least, emotionally abused and neglected Harry! Not that hard to draw conclusions from there. That's what SG-chan loves about fanfiction ^^

On another note, SG-chan can hardly wait for April 1st! She gets to go to Anime Detour! *supersonic squee* I can't wait! If anyone's going, I'll be there the first and second of April (possibly, but probably not the third), and I will either be cosplaying as Mion or wearing my awesome shirt that has Shinichi and 'Heisei no Holmes' on the front, and Kaito and 'Heisei no Lupin' on the back. x3 It. Will. Be. AWESOME! My first anime con... *starry eyes*

*coughs* Anywho, remember to review! SG-chan luvs reviews, they make her feel loved and give her warm and fuzzy feelings inside ^^ Plus, they're fun to respond to.