Date written: 17th September 2013

Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or One Piece, they both belong to their respective owners and creators, J. K. Rowling and Oda Eiichiro-Sensei. I am merely writing this for my own enjoyment.

Summary: People drop from the sky every day. Strange? Naah!

Pairing: Zoro+Harry

Warnings: SLASH. AU. PWP. Bypassing of language barrier 'cause I'm lazy.

Author's note: Since my first HP/OP crossover was so well received I decided to go along with my second idea, which doesn't have much more substance than the first either I'm afraid. Just silly little scenes I concocted in my head and which I found amusing.

Dropped from the Sky

"If you kill yourself, I'll kill you."

- Roronoa Zoro

It was a calm and serene sight that lay displayed before the ship Thousand-Sunny-Go belonging to the Straw-hat pirates. The ocean and sky almost melted together in its shades of aquamarine, only the occasional wisp of a smoky cloud sweeping by lazily above their heads. An uncommonly peaceful day for the crew and while some would have taken this chance to take some well deserved rest; others, namely the captain and his posse of troublemakers, of course found this to be extremely boring. Since he'd rather be fighting off Marines than drink tea under a parasol or reading a book. Who reads books anyway when you could go off on an exciting adventure? Right?

The captain, Luffy, along with Usopp and Chopper hung from the side reeling, heaving heavy sighs in chorus. The rest of the crew were up to their own devices; Sanji preparing dinner in the kitchen, Franky working away on his inventions below deck, Nami taking a relaxing tea under a parasol in the company of Robin who had a thick book in her hands while Brook was up at the steering wheel humming away on some pirate song or another. Last, but not least in any way or form, hidden under a shadow cast by the main mast laid a snoring swordsman, Roronoa Zoro, taking an opportune nap.

"Nee, Luffy, isn't there something we can do? I'm bored." Chopper said tiredly.

"Yeah, Usopp, figure something out." The captain said with an outdrawn whine and lobbed the question over to their firing expert without further ado.

"Me? You figure something out!" Usopp protested.

Just then Robin looked up from her book, pausing for a moment as she stared out at the ocean.

"Do you hear something?" She asked Nami who had just taken a sip of her cup of tea.

"Hmm? Hear something? No, I don't think…" She frowned and appeared to be listening more closely. "Yes, I do hear something." She acknowledged with a nod and deepening frown.

"Eh? What, what, what?" Luffy rose to attention at once, desperately seeking something to break the tediousness and turned around. "What do you hear?" He demanded to know.

"Yeah, I can hear something too." Usopp said as he began to look around.

"Oh, me too, me too!" Chopper agreed enthusiastically, jumping onto the wooden reeling and spying across the ocean surface in search of something.

Then Nami frowned harder.

"It sounds like someone's-"

"Who the hell's screaming? Shut up, I'm trying to sleep here." A half-groggy Zoro said as he sat up and glared at Luffy's group as the most probable suspects. Just when he thought he could get in a couple of hours of nice sleep, of course someone had to go and ruin it for him.

A scream, or rather shriek really, pierced the air and as a whole the crew looked up since the source, disbelievingly enough, seemed to come from above them. Usopp squinted before flipping down his specialized goggles and zooming in on a dark dot in the sky.

"Uh, guys?" He said apprehensively. "I think that's a person falling from the sky."

His statement was met with incredulous stares.

"Say what?" Zoro replied with a harsh frown, completely awake now, moving up to stand behind the three and squinting against the blaring sun.

"Where?!" Luffy said as he jumped up on the reeling next to Chopper and spied into the sky with a wide grin.

Usopp simply pointed and soon the dot became clear enough for them to see a black clad and flailing person descending fast to a most certain death against the hard surface of the body of water.

"Oh no!" Chopper burst out with rushed worry. "We have to save them!"

Luffy shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay."

Zoro just barely ducked the elongated hand that passed by him, brushing his cheek, as Luffy took aim at the falling person.

"Oi! Watch it!" He called out angrily.

The crew watched as the captain flung his hand and somehow miraculously, or maybe not considering this was Luffy the master of impossibilities, managed to grab a hold of the figure and the screaming ended abruptly. Only to start up again as the recoil of the rubber arm set in and the person was sent dragging towards the ship.

Instinctively knowing to make room, the crew spread out to the sides as one as the figure was almost upon them, everyone but Zoro whose eyes grew large as he realized this.

"Oi! Luffy!" He managed to say before he had an armful of black cloth and flailing limbs.

Zoro and his armful fell to the ground with a heavy thud. The swordsman had to take a few seconds to regain his breath before he sat up, the bundle rolling limply onto his lap.

The crew gathered around the swordsman and the stranger, angling their necks to try and get a look at the stranger as their cook burst through the kitchen door.

"What's going on here?" Sanji asked with a raised curled eyebrow, lighting and taking a drag of his cigarette.

"A person fell from the sky!" Chopper exclaimed, sounding astonished and worried at the same time.

"A person?" Franky replied, blue haired head peeking out from a trapdoor in the deck, tilting his head to try and get a better look at the bundle lying in Zoro's lap. "That one there?"

The swordsman just stared down at the bundle in his lap, looking confused as to what to do about it at first. Carefully he raised a hand and pulled away the, they could now see, black cloak that had gotten tangled around and was covering the whole body. A pale face met their view, obscured by a mop of messy raven black hair. A teenager from the looks of it, around sixteen or seventeen.

As the person's face was revealed, Chopper shot forward and proceeded to feel for a pulse and check the boy's breathing.

"He seems fine." The small doctor said. "A few small bruises here and there, probably from the landing. Just unconscious from the shock."

"He did fall from the sky." Usopp said and shivered lightly. "Who wouldn't be unconscious after that kind of experience?"

"But from where?" Nami asked and threw a look at the clear blue sky. "Sky Island? But we shouldn't be anywhere close."

"Who knows?" Brook said and scratched at his skull.

"Anyway, we better get him into a bed. I need someone to look after him until he wakes up, while I ground up some nutrients for him." Chopper replied and stood with a meaningful look at Zoro.

"Who, me?" The swordsman let out surprised, and then shook his head. "Why me? Let someone else look after this guy." He demanded, moving to shove the body of his lap.

"Zoro, you look after him." Luffy said with a resolute nod.

Zoro halted.

"Again, why me?"

"You caught him." Luffy stated matter-of-factly. "That makes him your responsibility."

"You were the one who saved him first!" Zoro cried out. "You look after him!" He made to shove the boy in Luffy's direction.

"But I'm the captain, and I'm busy."

"You were doing nothing just a minute ago!"

Nami sighed loudly.

"Quit arguing!" She yelled at the two, freezing both in their arguments. "Just look after the guy Zoro until Chopper's done and then you can go back to your damn napping. Make sure you don't leave him out of your sight! We don't who he is." The red head warned, turning around and walking back to her sun chair, deeming the discussion over and done with.

The rest of the crew followed her lead going back to their previous activities. Zoro heaved a large disgruntled sigh as he grasped the teenager in his arms, following the little Chopper into the doctor's cabin.

He ached. Merlin, he ached all over his body.

Harry's mind swirled as thoughts raced around and tried to organize them back into some semblance of order. What had happened again? Oh, yes, he had been at the Ministry of Magic, more specifically he had been in the Department of Mysteries. Doing what again? Looking for something? Researching for something? No, wait… The veil. That's right, he'd been examining it and looking for clues to solving its mysteries. Yes, after the war ended Harry had asked and been given special permission to conduct a research concerning the veil. He had gotten access to whatever texts the ministry had on it. Which proved to be quite scarce, and no real help whatsoever except for giving him more unproved theories to ponder about.

But then what? Wait… He had slipped, yes he slipped. Down the flight of stone stairs? No... Harry's heart constricted with beginning horror. Bloody hell, he had slipped through the veil. Was he dead? No, he could still feel his body, aching and all, so not dead then. Or what did he know, he could very well be dead, but where was he then? Some place dark it seemed, oh wait, his eyes were shut. Well, better open them and see where he had managed to land himself now then.

Bracing himself, Harry's eyes fluttered open and he blinked a few times to try and get the blurriness out before he realized it was because he wasn't wearing his glasses anymore. Strange. With a groan he sat up and rubbed his forehead, the other hand going over what felt like sheets searching for the errant glasses. Didn't feel like he was dead, perhaps he had fallen down the stairs after all and now he was at St. Mungos in one of their beds. Oh please, Harry pleaded silently, let this be St. Mungos and not some weird dimension or something behind the veil.

The clearing of a throat had him pause and look to his left, squinting his eyes at the figure before him. Dark green and white meshed together to form a big splotch of something. But it was another person. He breathed a relieved sigh.

"Excuse me, have you seen my glasses?" Harry asked.

"Glasses?"

The dark voice let Harry know that it was a male before another figure entered his line of sight, or whatever he could make out anyway, which was only a large spot of brown and pink on the top. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You have a problem with your eyesight?" Another, much lighter, voice asked the teen.

"Ah, yes, practically blind as a bat without them." Harry said, feeling with his hands on the sheets, he was on a bed apparently. He fumbled around before finding his way to the edge and swinging his legs over it.

"What's your name?"

He frowned.

"Harry."

For a second he almost asked where the closest apparition point was back to the ministry before a thought stopped him. Why would they ask for his name when they should already know who he is.

"Where exactly am I?" He asked cautiously.

"On a ship." The dark voice replied.

Harry halted at that.

"On a ship?" He repeated unsurely after a while. A ship? How had he gotten on a ship? "How did I get on a ship?" He asked out loud.

"You don't remember?" The smaller one asked.

"You fell from the sky." The other said bluntly.

Harry's thoughts came to a stop.

"I what?!" He exclaimed before the frightful memory returned. "Bloody hell I fell from the sky!"

"Where did you come from?" The man asked.

"I, uh, I…" Harry didn't know how to explain it, because he was still reeling from the mere thought himself. How was that possible? Falling from the sky? Don't be ridiculous! But he had fallen from the sky, believe it or not. So he had fallen through the veil after all. His heart sank.

"I…slipped?" He finished hesitantly.

"Slipped?" The man repeated with a tone of disbelief.

Harry nodded, well it was true, partly anyway.

"Yes."

"From where?"

Ah. Now that was a trickier question wasn't it? How to go about this one…

"Depends on where exactly 'this' is." He evaded and pointed down at the floor.

"The Grand Line."

"The what again?"

Harry felt his nervousness rising when his question was met with silence.

"You don't know what the Grand Line is?" The smaller one asked astonished.

"Should I?" Harry replied unsurely, his sunken heart feeling heavier by the second as realization sank in and his brain gave of theory after theory of how this could be possible. All was leaning towards his first guess, but he did not want to be right on his first guess. Because that would mean, that would mean…

"'Cause everyone knows about it?" The man said matter-of-factly.

Oh hell, this was not looking good for Harry. What did they mean the Grand Line? An ocean or something, since they were on a ship? So this really was a-

"And how far is that to England?" He asked in one last attempt to disprove his guess.

"…England? Never heard of it. Chopper?" The man said with what looked like a shrug.

"No." The small one, Chopper, replied back.

The panic was pushing at his attempts to keep calm but it was all pointing towards it now. Even if he dearly wanted and hoped he was wrong he couldn't dismiss what had been one if his first theories. One that had proven itself true. Dimension travelling. The veil a gateway to an alternative reality or world of Earth.

Oh shite... Why did everything always happen to him?

The world tilted and everything got black.

Zorro's chin lowered and he stared down at the lump on the floor.

"Fainted?" He asked.

"He fainted!" Chopper cried and rushed forward to the youth lying on the ground. "Was the shock worse than I thought perhaps?" He wondered aloud with a deep frown. "Zorro, help me get him back into bed!"

The green haired man just sighed heavily before doing as asked.

When the teenager was back into bed again, Chopper did another quick check to see if the fall had jarred anything.

"He's fine." Chopper said and removed his removed his stethoscope.

AN: Abrupt ending, since it's unfinished. Btw, I still have day dreams of Zorro ravishing Harry...*drifts off* ...*shakes head* Maybe I'll write one just for the purpose of the ravishing...huh, that's something to consider. /Lin