A/N: Sorry for the wait! Life's not being so kind to me right now, and will continue to be harsh for the next two months at the very least. I'll try to get an update up in that time, but no promises.

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Note- italics mean thoughts, either through Eye Raid, Legillimency, or other means. Bold means spells and Black Blood Abilities. Oh, and all Old Bloods are telepaths. But, it isn't like they weren't before.

Note- aniki means elder brother

Disclaimer- I can only wish that I owned Black Blood Brothers and Harry Potter. Sadly, that wish isn't going to come true anytime soon.

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Previously

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All of a sudden, a huge rift opened in the air above the silver platform. We watched in silence as three people fell out of it. One was a young boy who looked near my age with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Another was a man who appeared to be somewhere around 17 with blood-red eyes and hair so red that it has to be dyed, wearing a muggle tracksuit (having a muggle-obsessed dad helps in these kinds of scenarios), a black and white hat, and circular gold earrings. The last person appeared to be in his early- to mid-twenties, with a long red trench coat that split into three parts below the waist, with black dress pants and a black buttoned-up dress shirt. He had long— about a foot below the shoulder — ebony hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, and a sheathed katana attached to his waist. He was the first one to land, followed by the blonde kid, then the red-eyed one. But, as soon as they landed, they all fell unconscious.

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(Harry Potter's World, Jiro's P.O.V.)

Zelman, Kotaru, and I are technically falling through the rift, but it is as if we are being summoned by an unseen force. Oh, and did I mention that the rift is draining our energy? Well, it is, and at an alarming rate. After what seemed like hours, but was really only a few minutes, the rift opens up again and we are thrown violently out of it. Our powers return to us immediately, but due to the sudden influx we lose consciousness as soon as we fall none-too-gently onto a silver floor.

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My mind feels like the static on a television, like the one time I tried to fix Mimiko's. That didn't turn out well, and neither is this. Before opening my eyes or showing any outward sign of consciousness, I extend my mind to feel the emotions of those around me. I feel Zelman do the same thing, except that he is feeling their general auras first to find out what blood they possess—quite the handy trick that comes from his Asura bloodline—and so we ignore each-other. Kotaru is still out cold, which is nothing new since he won't unlock his bloodline until I die.

I focus back to the task as hand and feel three minds very near us, and they are all in a state of shock. This is not good. The mind is prone to make irrational, and more importantly, violent survival decisions when in shock. And I certainly don't want to be made an enemy if I startle them. I dig a little further into the three males' minds and am shocked. They all possess the same bloodline, but are Red Bloods. What does that mean?

The one closest to us says a strange word—Ennervate—and I feel a glob of energy come at us. My eyes shoot open, and it looks like my senses didn't fail me. I quickly grab Kotaru and roll out of the way, as does Zelman.

My eyes instinctively focus on the nearest moving object, which just so happens to be the three Red Bloods. Their hair rivals Zelman's in vividness, except I can tell that theirs is all-natural. (Sei told me earlier that Zelman's hair was dyed red as a side-effect of his bloodline.) The youngest one is cowering against the wall and the middle-aged one is holding out a straight stick that almost has a consciousness of its own. And at the moment, it has the same feel as the white bolt of energy that was shot toward us.

The third man must be the bravest of them all, for he is walking toward us. "A-are you three alright? I'm Bill Weasley, and that's my dad, Arthur, and my brother Ronald. Hopefully you aren't hurt." he says amicably but with hint of fear in his voice. He then offers a hand to Zelman (he was closer) and he takes it. I just stand up, and shift Kotaru so that he's riding securely on my back, piggy-back style, still unconscious.

I smile without showing my teeth and respond, "We are not harmed, thank you for your concern." Zelman cuts in here, much to my annoyance. "What the hell just happened, and where are we?" His caustic tone causes Bill to flinch back. Well, he is a Red Blood and Zelman is a currently very-pissed off Black Blood. It's not that hard to do the math.

Arthur is the one who answers, since apparently his son ran out of steam. "Um, well you see Ronald accidentally cast a spell to bring you three here. We are in Egypt currently." He elucidated further, "In the middle of an ancient pyramid that we have no idea how to get out of…" He was exuding fear now, probably because Zelman was glaring at him. "First of all, if the squirt did the magic or whatever to get us here, why can't he get us back? And second, if you got here in the first place then why shouldn't you be able to get out?" Zelman was yelling by the end of his tirade. I try to calm him down; it would not be good to kill them. "Calm down will you, Kotaru will wake." But my efforts are futile, because at that moment the aforementioned child wakes up. He scrunches his eyes and mumbles, "Aniki, what happened? And can you let me down?" I comply and gently lower him onto the floor, but do not have the time to answer his question as Ronald looks elated that he finally has someone to talk to. He detaches himself from the wall and jogs over to us, seemingly unaware of Zelman's and my presences.

"Hey, I'm Ron, who are you?" As the kids start a conversation with an ease that goes away with time, Arthur walks toward us and answers Zelman's previous questions. "Well, my son did the magic accidentally and it was ancient magic too, so we have no idea how to reverse it. As to how we will get out…" He chickens out and shoves the explanation onto his older son, "Bill might know the way." Bill pales. "What? I did know the way Dad, but that was before the door we came in from closed! Oh, by the way, who are you guys?" I blink. Oops, I must have gotten used to people immediately knowing who I am due to my reputation from the Kowloon Shock. Zelman must be in the same position, albeit with a very different reputation… I mentally snicker.

"The name's Zelman Clock and the blond squirt over there is Kotaru Mochizuki. Looks like him and Ronald are getting along nicely." While saying his monologue, he tells me, 'Do not make it look like you two are related. I want to see their faces when they find out. Make up a last name.' His tone makes it clear that I must obey. The arrogant little prick, so what if he's 600 years older than me, he doesn't have to flaunt it. Although, I don't want to get on his bad side, so I do as he says and speak up where he left off. "And I am Jiro Mikaduki (1). Now, can we find a way out of here, preferably soon? Kotaru, can you and your friend join us?" There was no way that I was going to let my otouto(2) out of my sight, not around these unknown magical Red Bloods.

Kotaru runs over from the obsidian wall he and Ronald had been observing holding said boy by the wrist. "Hai (3), aniki! So, how are we going to get out of here? Is there some sort of direction spell that Ron-kun's family can use?" Well I feel so stupid. Of course, why didn't we think of that? I hear Zelman laugh sardonically below the Red Blood's hearing range, it looks the redhead duo was thinking the same thing.

Bill is the first one to snap out of it, "That's a marvelous idea, Kotaru." He takes out his own long stick and puts it in the palm of his hand, letting it lie horizontally. He intones, "Point me" while walking around aimlessly for about half a minute. Then, his face lights up. "Found the secret passageway!" and pushes a raven hieroglyph. The wall that the hieroglyph resided on vanishes. Kotaru, Ron, and Arthur openly gape. Zelman and I are no less surprised, but we are old and experienced enough to have learned the hard way why showing your emotions around unknown people is not a good thing. Bill says confidently, "Well, let's go. Might as well hurry back to the camp, you three are welcome to come with us of course, it would be rude of us not to give you lodging since it's our family's fault that you are here in the first place." So we all follow him.

I initiate a conversation with the older Old Blood telepathically so the Red Bloods do not suspect anything, after all if they could do whatever that type of magic was, who was to say that their hearing was not as strong as ours? I was careful to only intrude into the outermost layer of his mind, who knows what resides in The Red-eyed Butcher's mind? 'We have to pretend that we are Red Bloods, we have no idea how these would react nor how they would react. Their magic worries me, what else can they do with it? Do they even know of Black Bloods?'

Zelman seems just as worried as I am, seeing as I can detect it from where I am. 'I don't know, in all my years I have never seen ningen (4) who possessed a bloodline. I have heard rumors of these magic-wielders however, from the Kowloon though so I do not think that they are very reliable or accurate. But, do be wary of them, unless we will be beleaguered by many problems, one of them being trying to stay alive. Their society apparently fears and tries to exterminate any being other than them, and if they cannot exterminate them then beset them with unfair rules and regulations and look down at them like they are lesser beings. My information might be outdated, but it may have grown with time. We have to tread carefully.'

I give a mental nod and get the hell out of his head. I am not used to Zelman being this serious, but then again I don't really know him so I cannot judge. I notice that Kotaru is still talking to Ron; I wonder what they are talking about? I focus my hearing (aka block out the other noises such as the bugs crawling everywhere) on the duo and do not like what I hear.

"Say, Ron-kun, how did your brother do that trick with the wooden stick?"

"Umm, it's called a wand Kotaru. And it wasn't a trick, it was magic. I don't know what Bill did though, I didn't learn about the Point me spell in school yet. You don't have magic where you come from? And why are you calling me can?"

"Hmm? I'm calling you Ron-kun because you are my friend and look the same age as me! But I could be wrong, how old are you?" I let out a faint sigh of relief as Kotaru evades the magic question; at least he is listening to his blood like Zelman taught him to.

"I'm thirteen, how about you?" At Ron's question I know that if my heart was beating it would have stopped. Kotaru is really 20, but has the mentality of a 13-14 year old. Ever since the Kowloon Outbreak ten years ago he has been aging slower, I do not know why but hopefully he will still regain his Sage powers. I am brought out of my musing as Kotaru answers, "I'm thirteen as well! What a coincidence, don't you think?"

Ron is quick to respond, "Um, yea. But hopefully you can come to school with me; we would be in the same year group after all. You can do magic, right?"

It was here that I had to intervene. 'Kotaro, do not let Ronald know that we are Black Bloods, even though you have not come into your powers yet. Say that you do have magic, though.' I receive a mental confirmation and relax slightly. I will not, cannot, let my guard down. I no longer pay attention to the boys' conversation, confident that Kotaru can handle it. If not, I can always erase the magical ningen's memories.

Thankfully, I see light a few minutes later and the three ningen follow suit a couple minutes after. We are out of the pyramid five minutes after that, much to the relief of Bill, whose torch is nearly burnt out. Not that I would have needed the light, but it was useful.

We walk out into the desert with the setting sun as our companion. I can tell that Zelman needs blood, for I heard him groan as the rays hit him. I do not know what effect the sun has on his bloodline, but since he has not started burning I decide not to ask unless absolutely necessary. I, on the other hand, have to put up a Hide Hand shield before the three ningen notice the steam coming off of me. Our powers may have returned but what use were they if we didn't have our sustenance? Currently I only have the strength of a half-blood, which was unacceptable. Not that I have anything against their strength, but I have to have enough power to protect Kotaru from all dangers!

Ron runs over a sand dune and Kotaru follows him. It is only then that I notice the strange scent behind the sand dune they are running over. When they reach its acme Bill cries, "Wait! Don't go over the hill!"

I hear a roar and two blood-curdling screams, and my vision goes red.

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A/N: Yes, it's a cliffy don't kill me!

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As stated before, I will try my best to update in the next 2 months but Real Life is throwing trucks at me.

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