Disclaimer: Yes, yes, not mine. Nothing is mine, no profit is being made. Im broke and the characters belonging to sailor moon are not mine. And the characters belonging to JK rowling aren't mine iehter. Rub it in why don't you.
A/N: So now we head into the second chapter. I tried to cut it off at the right point, so enjoy. Any questions? Comments? Concerns? Just review. tata.
To say Haruka had been surprised by the flying Motorcycle would be an understatement, but she was damned if the half-giant thought he'd lay a hand on her motor-cycle.
After much convincing from Michiru however, it was done, though she grumbled quite a bit. "They're linked now." Hagrid said cheerily, not realizing how close he had been to death, or at the very least, being the sole object of a world shaking quake.
"Climb on, next stop, Diagon alley."
Haruka was amazed she didn't have to turn on her cycle as it started, lighting up. Michiru hugged Haruka's waist, as they were both passengers being towed by another motorcycle.
"Can we go a bit faster?" Haruka grumbled, hardly noticing they were thousands of feet above the ground.
Hagrid grinned. "You asked fer it!" he all but shouted, and suddenly they were going at a supersonic speed which Haruka was much more comfortable in. She closed her eyes, imagining speeding along the coast in Tokyo, and all the more content with Michiru tightly holding on to her, burying her small face in Haruka's back.
Soon, however, much to Haruka's disappointment, they slowed down, descending to the ground in an alleyway of a bed and breakfast.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!" Hagrid said, dawn now approaching. They looked around, and saw nothing but the back of the building, and then looked skeptically at the half-giant. "I'll get you two rooms."
"One will be fine." Michiru said firmly, walking ahead to match his speed. Hagrid was a bit confused, but followed anyways.
"I'll be there in a moment." Haruka said, unloading their stuff, and touching her motorcycle for blessing. She took a scroll out of her jacket, one Rei had spelled for protection, and put it on her cycle.
Then, with several bags, she walked into the Inn. Michiru was now standing with one key, in front of Hagrid, who was now blushing furiously, it seemed, behind his huge bushy beard.
Haruka dismissed it, following Michiru as she led the way up the stairs to a single-bed room.
As Haruka stepped in, placing the bags near the bed, Hagrid, still blushing furiously, was muttering apologies to Michiru out-side the door.
"I didn't know, miss, please excuse what I told Tom, I thought you two was… cousins, er, or something like tha'."
This brought adissapointed frown from Haruka, who usually thought she looked like a man, or so people guessed. But then she looked down at what she was wearing, and sighed.She walked over, a bit perturbed, though Michiru was grinning. "It's all right Hagrid." But if you don't mind, we'd like to catch some sleep." The aqua being said softly, amused.
He nodded. "Right, I'll… I'll be right down the hall if you need me." Then he stuttered- "I…I mean if you need to find out where things are, I'll show you around in the morning, and"
"Thank you, Hagrid." Michiru silenced him with her soothing voice, such a power she had over people, Haruka mused. Such a stunning beauty, pure and sparkling in this mucked world, no one would ever guess at her real duty.
"Goodnight." He said, nodding and turning away, walking down the hall in the next room.
Haruka closed the door behind them. "Cousins?" She scoffed.
Michiru smiled gently. "Would you like to help me undress, Haruka?" She asked, raising her hair so the zipper could be undone on the shirt.
Smirking, Haruka walked over predatorily.
They slept until one in the afternoon. Haruka woke up with Michiru settled peacefully on her chest. Her sudden irregular breathing stirred Michiru, and they immediately began to dress.
They met Hagrid who was having a few pints in the dining area, sitting at a table.
"Would you two like something to eat?" He asked, jumping up eagerly. Haruka smirked, while Michiru tried to smother a giggle.
"Sure, I could live with some food at the moment." Michiru said. Haruka followed Hagrid, who was still blushing lightly,to grab some of Michiru's favorite foods while she sat at the table, resting.
Haruka, now dressed in different clothes, looked much more like a man than last night, where she had worn jeans and a tight shirt, now she wore a loose button up shirt and comfortable black pants. Michiru wore a yellow sleeveless turtle-neck, with a blue jacket and a light blue skirt.
Hagrid was the first to finish breakfast, and the two followed, then Hagrid said the first place they had to go was the bank.
They tried not to let the shock show through their face when they saw the weird garbs of witches and wizards, the same went for the gremlins. In reality, this was all second aware-ness. They held hands tightly, more concerned on the safety of one-another, constantly on guard for outside attacks.
They had seen too much to be stunned by this sight. The goblins seemed to concerned with money, so they didn't worry to much about that. Haruka silently thought it would be so much easier if they were in their sailor senshi outfits, she would be much more at ease. But knew it would be too dangerous for now.
The only thing that truly unsettled them was the uniform shop.
"I'm not wearing a skirt!" Haruka's determined protests had been echoing through Madame Malkin's shop for the past hour. Haruka hatedskirts with a passion, for herself. She loved them on Michiru. But her opinion was that they always got in the way.
When she was young, she used to be forced to wear dresses and skirts, not minding when they flew up while riding her bike, or climbing trees, and any other activities she did with her male friends.
But they and her parents had been disgusted when she ripped her dress so it was only her panties and some of the top, and she still ran around like nothing was wrong, in the mud. Michiru knew this. Michiru had understood. These people didn't.
"But it's the girl's uniform." Hagrid pleaded his case.
"I don't care."
"Give her the boy's uniform then, they'll hardly be able to tell the difference." Michiru always had her back, Haruka thought tenderly, though didn't let the smile show through her resolute features.
"It's tradition!" The dress maker said, with Hagrid.
"Is it a rule?" Haruka asked.
"Well," She flustered, "Obviously, it's a dress code"
"-is there a penalty for dressing like a boy?" Haruka asked evenly, and even if there was, she'd take it.
"Well, no we don't punish children fer tha'"
"Then give me the boys uniform." Haruka gritted out. Michiru was behind her, a menacing glare emanating from her usually gentle kind features. It would have turned even the most happiest person to ice.
Madam Malkin sighed, seeing that they wouldn't budge. She figured it wasn't her problem. She began to tailor the boys uniform on Haruka, much to Hagrid's chagrin.
Michiru herself got the girl's uniform, not that different from Mugen's. Haruka wished her colorful, bright Michiru didn't have to wear such colorless clothes, but she noticed the finishing black robe, when looking in the mirror at themselves, made them both look much more menacing and dangerous than their previous school uniform.
When they were finished with all the shopping they needed to do (which wasn't much) Hagrid said he had to leave them at the three broomsticks.
"An owl will come to guide you to the school in two day's time." He handed them a medium sized sack. "This is muggle money, enough so you can do some shopping in Muggle London, Headmaster's orders. Tom the Barkeeper will tell you what you need to know."
They nodded. "Thank you." Haruka said.
He nodded, and then left. It was now ten, and they were surprisingly exhausted from the strange events.
Hagrid had offered them the idea of a pet, but they rejected. If they couldn't have a talking cat, it was no cat at all, they silently agreed. Besides, they liked their privacy.
Before they collapsed on the bed, however, they heard a beeping. They looked tiredly through their packs, surprised at what had beeped.
They opened the communicator of the Senshi. It was Rei. "Hey, you guys, the spirits told me something was up. You were off the world radar."
Haruka smiled when she heard this, but Michiru was the one speaking to the communicator. "We're in the wizarding world, Rei, yes, it exists. We're in a secluded part of London right now, but we're fine, and safe, let the princess know that. We have a new lead on our mission."
Rei sighed in relief. "Oh, good. Sailor moon will be happier now. We were all so worried." This made Haruka smile. Their princess...
Something Michiru remembered Dumbledore said made her stop Rei from logging off. "Rei! Wait, we won't be able to communicate to you for a while. Where we're going, electronics won't work, so we're going to have to turn this off. You have to trust us when we say we know what we're doing." I hope.
"Oh, okay. Hey, you want any of this stuff shipped over yet? I know you must be missing some of your dresses tons!"
Michiru was thoughtful. They had had to leave her violin case behind, sadly, just as Haruka had left her cars. "Yes, Rei, the fastest way you know how, I need to get the violin case within two days."
Rei saw the desperate look in her face. "You bet." She said, smiling, then clicked off.
The next day, they were told to go through the back alley-way by tom, press a pattern of bricks, and then they were in an alley in muggle London, and went shopping.
They bought few clothes, Michiru a bit more than Haruka. Also a few of the luxuries they had lost on the road, such as toiletries, and Michiru also bought some Rosin for her bow, Haruka meanwhile purchased a small pocket knife. Her other one was wearing out.
After they had bought a few more underwear, pajamas, and other little necessities, such astheir own shampoos, and some incensce,they had a last cup of tea in the real world, with their own money. They looked like the couple they had been before, back in Tokyo, Haruka's androgynous features hiding them from the stares and glares of disapproval, Michiru's soft ethereal beauty emitting radiance to awed audiences. Then they walked back to Diagon, and Haruka seeing her Motorcycle once more, safe and sound
As they climbed up to their room, they were shocked and awed at the delicate violin case on their bed, as well as a picture-frame of all the Senshi plus Rini and Darien, and a fresh batch of Cookies shaped like Bunnies.
"Usagi…" Haruka said softly. A note on the bed next to the items caught their attention.
Do well, Uranus and Michiru, but be wary. You have a friend just out of your reach.
-Sailor P.
"Pluto." Haruka remarked dryly. She put the note away, and they packed the things with their other school things in new duffle bags.
"Haruka, I'm going to go in the back alley and play for a little while." She said, coming out of the bathroom, newly washed, in a towel, and grabbing some random clothing off the bed.
"I'll come with you." Haruka said, putting down the book of potions eagerly, getting slightly bored.
Michiru smiled silently.
Their music played a beautiful tune through the night, even floating past the muggle barriers so people in apartments put their heads out the window to perhaps here a few of the single floating notes in the night air. And along with these listeners were three friends and a family, andthe boy known as the boy who lived, felt a moment of contentment, peace and relaxation.
The melodious tune echoed the player's toil, love, and passion, of fiery depths. And as she stood on the motorcycle seat, below her, on the ground sat Haruka, content to listen, tossing a stone in the air, as she usually did, leaning back and allowing her guard to be down, if only for this moment. This was their moment. No one was ignorant enough to step in and intrude. It was their own sacred world that made a few onlookers envious, though they didn't know why. Perhaps they felt something lacking, those two had something they did not, something they might never possess.
next chapter will be up soon -