Harry Potter and the Tokyo Mew Mews

A/N: I think I'm doing quite well, 3 chapters in two days. Only because I'm sick and have nothing else to do. Thanks for reading. – Lollilops

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Chapter 4

Having worked her way through all but one of her school books in the night. Zakuro was at a loss as to what to do at 5 o'clock in the morning.

Stepping gently across the floor, she reached for The Monster Book Of Monsters and gingerly fingered the buckle holding it shut. She lifted the strap gently, figuring that she should treat it like a spooked animal, and then held on for dear life as it tried to bite her hand off.

Cursing herself for being so stupid, she wrestled with the book, trying desperately not to wake up anyone else in the dormitory. Until she fell backwards onto an occupied bed.

"Shit…" whispered Zakuro, as the unidentified lump on the bed squeaked at the impact.

Zakuro managed to clamp the book shut and strap the belt back on, much to her dismay. She would have like something new to read.

"Zakuro? What are you doing on my bed?"

oh no… not her… her thoughts resounded through her head as she froze at the sound of that voice.

"The book… attacked me… it… got free of the belt. Sorry." She replied haltingly. Then jumped up after realising she was still sitting on the bed.

"Its fine, mine kept biting me. They're not very nice books." Zakuro heard the smile in her voice.

"Yeah… well I should go… sorry for waking you up." Zakuro said, getting up and heading towards the door, taking all three volumes of The Standard Book Of Spells with her.

***

Half an hour later, Zakuro was still sitting in the common room, on a particularly comfortable chair, trying out different spells from her book. She was already starting in the third year, so she might as well try to catch up.

Hermione had snuck down the stairs to watch Zakuro from a distance, she enjoyed watching how the purple haired model managed to learn spells in minutes when it took most people weeks.

She stepped down one more on the spiral staircase and her knee cracked. Zakuro's head shot up at the sound to see Hermione sitting on the steps clutching her leg.

She hurried over, "Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It happens sometimes."

"How long have you been sat there?" Zakuro asked

"Not long, I was just coming down the stair, and I saw you reading, I didn't want to disturb you…" Zakuro smiled at the cute expression on her face.

"It's fine. I was actually going to come up and bother you. I'm having a bit of trouble with this spell…"

The next hour was taken up with Hermione helping to get Zakuro up to speed. They got on really well, Zakuro was a fast learner, and Hermione enjoyed having someone to talk to who shared her passion for reading and learning new things.

They had been so absorbed in their conversation, they didn't notice the common room filling up with people. It was only when Ron bounded in and interrupted them that they noticed they had been talking for two hours.

Fully dressed in school uniform, Zakuro bade Ichigo good morning, and followed Harry, Ron and Hermione down to the great hall.

"I've seen you before, haven't I?" asked Ron, peering at her with his face inches from her own.

"Possibly," despite her stoic expression, she was quite nervous under this close scrutiny.

"I know!" he exclaimed, "you're that model, from Japan! Wow, you're really good, and you sing and dance and everything." Ron's loud enthusiasm was drawing stares, so Zakuro dragged him into a quiet corridor and told him quite plainly to shut up.

"Right, yeah sorry. So why are you in Hogwarts. I thought you were too old?" he said bluntly.

"I'm the same age as you, and there are no wizarding schools in Japan. The nearest one is in China. And I have been busy. Now could you not announce who I am to everyone else, they probably don't know me but I'd rather not risk it." Hissed Zakuro. Despite the fact that she had been brought up around the press, she was still not a big fan of attention.

"Sure, Mum's the word," Ron winked and walked away.

"Mum's the word?" Zakuro muttered to herself. Shaking her head, she followed Ron into the great hall for breakfast.

***

"New third-year timetables," said another boy with signature red hair. "Hello, I'm George Weasley, it's nice to meet you, are you new? I could show you around if you want." He said eagerly after spotting her.

"George, leave her alone…" said Hermione, and Zakuro was pleased to hear a trace of possessiveness in her tone.

"Hermione, they've messed up your timetable. You're down for about ten subjects a day, there's not enough time. Look! All at nine o'clock Divination, Muggle Studies and Arithmacy. I mean you're good, but no one's that good." Said Ron frowning. "How are you supposed to be in three classes at once?"

"Don't be silly Ronald, of course I'm not going to be in three classes at once." Said Hermione shortly.

"Well, then –"

"Pass the marmalade," said Hermione.

"But –"

"Oh, Ron, what's it to you? I've fixed it with professor McGonagall. Leave it alone." Hermione brushed him off.

The doors to the great hall were thrown open and Zakuro saw the shadow that had taken the first years from the train station yesterday. He was wearing a long moleskin overcoat and swinging what appeared to be a dead ferret from one hand.

"Hiya Hagrid." Harry greeted the giant.

"Alrigh'? Yer in my firs' ever lesson! Right after lunch! 'Bin up since five getting' everythin' ready… hope it's OK… me, a teacher… hones'ly…" the giant known as Hagrid grinned at them and continued on his way up to the staff table.

"We'd better get going, look Divination is at the top of North Tower. It'll take us ten minutes to get there." Said Harry rising from his seat.

As they left the Hall, a pale boy with white-blonde hair, did an impression of a fainting fit, and received many laughs.

Catching up with Hermione Zakuro asked, "Who was that boy? The one pretending to faint," she clarified.

"Oh, that's Draco Malfoy. He and Harry have never really gotten on…" she replied.

"Yeah that's the understatement of the century." Ron interrupted. "He's a Slytherin, and the only people who get with them are other Slytherins."

"Why is that?"

"Because the founder of that house only wanted pure-bloods to be educated magically. He even made a huge chamber in the school, so that his heir would be able to kill all the muggle borns. Luckily, we were on hand to stop him. Well, Harry was…" Ron said, glancing at Harry in front.

***

As it happened, the walk to North Tower took a lot longer than ten minutes.

"There's – got – to – be – a – short – cut." Ron panted as they climbed their seventh staircase in 5 minutes.

Zakuro, was not as tired as Ron appeared to be. Thanks to the training for fighting Chimera Animals. She stopped to watch the moving portraits on the walls, Hermione had explained them to her, so she wasn't alarmed, but she did find them interesting. Ron and Hermione were fighting over directions, but then one of the portraits started yelling at Harry, calling him a villain and a dog.

Slightly puzzled, Zakuro moved so she could see clearly. It was a short knight in full armour carrying a sword that was too long for him.

Harry asked him for directions and instantly the knight lost his anger at their supposed trespass. He started clanking through paintings, disturbing the original occupants, and shouting for them to follow.

They raced after the little knight, occasionally seeing him running through a painting ahead. They went along countless corridors and up a spiralling staircase, causing Zakuro to become quite dizzy.

They stopped suddenly when they heard voices coming from above and walked into the room.

"Sybill Trelawney Divination teacher. How're we supposed to get up there?" Harry asked.

As if answering his question, the trapdoor opened and a silver ladder descended right at Harry's feet.

"After you," grinned Ron.

What followed was one of the silliest lessons, Zakuro had ever witnessed. Sybill Trelawney appeared to be a rather large glittering insect, and her eyes were magnified by he glasses.

She spoke in a misty tone of voice, which thoroughly annoyed Zakuro, and by the look on Hermione's face, she thought this was stupid as well. Most of the members of the class were astounded at how she predicted that Neville would break his teacup, which caused Zakuro to roll her eyes. Anyone who had seen Neville for more than five seconds could tell that he was potentially one of the clumsiest people on the planet and would give Lettuce a run for her money when dropping things.

As far as Zakuro was concerned, the only interesting thing to happen in the lesson, was Hermione, arguing flatly that Harry did not have a Grim in his teacup. It was quite funny, watching all those people gathered around one boy, debating whether they thought he was going to die or not.

***

Even though they had left Divination relatively early, it was so difficult to find the Transfiguration classroom and they were only just in time.

From her seat she could clearly see everyone shooting glances at Harry. She rolled her eyes once more, they didn't really believe in this Grim did they?

She sat taking notes on what McGonagall was saying, in Japanese, because although she was fluent in English, she preferred her own language so she could read over them and not have to translate them all.

When she turned into a cat in front of the class, Zakuro was the only one who was paying attention, and only a faint flash of surprise crossed her face, and even that was just for a second.

After McGonagall had explained that Harry was unlikely to drop dead in the next few days, Zakuro decided that she liked this teacher. She was a straight talker which was a quality that Zakuro admired.

***

During lunch in the Great Hall, Zakuro watched Hermione explain exactly why Harry was unlikely to drop dead any time soon. She watched with growing amusement as Ron got more worked up.

The real mystery of course, was not whether Harry would die, but rather how Hermione had managed to be in her Arithmacy class when it was at the same time as Divination. She had been sitting next to Zakuro for the entire lesson and she had been aware of Hermione's presence for the whole sorry mess. Purposefully, not staring at her.

While this confrontation was happening, Zakuro wandered over to the Hufflepuff table after seeing Ichigo engrossed in conversation with the same straw haired boy from last night. Smiling at the potential scandal she approached Pudding and Mint. The younger mew was currently spinning plates precariously over many heads, while Mint drank her tea and avoided the falling crockery.

Ducking under a horizontally flying saucer, she gave Mint a questioning glance.

"Oh we're fine. Did you know that everyone actually expects us in this house to work hard?" she said in a highly affronted voice, "It's dreadful."

"It's great! Pudding loves all the people in Hupplefupp house!" cried Pudding from her tightrope.

"Hufflepuff house Pudding. Honestly, I've told her about twenty times since we were sorted, and you don't need to keep spinning plates. It's unnecessary." Sighed Mint.

Leaving the two to their argument, Zakuro spotted Lettuce's green hair buried between the pages of a book. Unwilling to disturb her, Zakuro walked back towards the Gryffindor table.

"Hey, we're heading down to Care of Magical Creatures now, are you coming?" asked Harry, ignoring the way Ron and Hermione were acting towards each other

Zakuro nodded, with a smile at the way the two were staring in the opposite direction to each other.

***

The walk down to Hagrid's house was fun for Zakuro. Harry was quite animated considering his two best friends weren't speaking to each other.

"They do this all the time," he explained, "One of them will give in soon, or something will happen to bring them back together."

"Right… So who exactly is Hagrid? I've only ever met him once." Asked Zakuro.

"He's the keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. He looks threatening because he's so big, but he's actually really nice." Harry smiled, "He'll like you."

Zakuro smiled and followed him, and then Hagrid to the edge of a paddock.

"Right. Now firs' thing yeh'll want to do it open yer books –" said Hagrid eagerly.

"How?" came the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.

"Eh?" a completely nonplussed Hagrid asked.

"How do we open our books?" Malfoy repeated in the slow voice usually reserved for the elderly. Zakuro was beginning to dislike that boy, intensely.

"Hasn' anyone 'bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid looking crestfallen, looking at all the books clamped shut.

"Yeh've got ter stroke 'em. Look," he said as if was the most obvious thing in the world.

***

After the book fiasco, it was obvious that Hagrid's first lesson, wasn't going well. That is until Hagrid brought out the creatures. Half-eagle and half-horse, they were the most majestic animals that Zakuro had ever seen. Fantastically dangerous talons, half a foot long and glinting in the sunlight, and their eyes were brilliantly orange.

Hagrid tied them to the fence as the class drew back slightly.

"Hippogriffs! Beau'iful aren' they?"

Zakuro easily saw that they were. Having fought against Chimera Animals, she was used to seeing large scary things, but these Hippogriffs were beautiful.

"So, if yeh wan' ter come a bit nearer…" said Hagrid eagerly.

Completely abandoning caution, Zakuro walked towards the fence. She watched them as Hagrid explained Hippogriff decorum, only listening in the back of the mind.

"Right – who wants ter go firs'?" these words caught her attention. She may admire them from a distance, but she didn't like her chances against that beak.

"I'll do it," came from behind her. She turned to see Harry stepping forward, and the two girls that worship Trelawney whisper between themselves.

Zakuro simply watched with the rest of the class as Harry slowly approached the grey Hippogriff and bowed. The tense wait until Buckbeak bent his scaly front knees was unbearable. Zakuro was actually beginning to like Harry, the relief that came from the simple action was huge. She watched as Harry patted the beak gently and sighed, only just realising that Hermione was holding her hand, she looked at it until Hermione moved away. Slightly disappointed she turned back towards the paddock.

"Righ' then, Harry, I reckon he migh' let yer ride him!" said Hagrid.

A/N: I think each chapter seems to get longer. Anyway read, review, relax and any other R words you can think of.