Moon's Blood

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or Harry Potter, both belong to their respective authors. I'm just 'borrowing' them for a little while.

"Are you sure this is where we're supposed to be?"

Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes at the belligerent tone, Ryoma stared thoughtfully at the ancient looking castle in front of them, his mind already thinking of what was going to happen when they finally announced their arrival to the Wizard's world. Tugging on the hood of the dark colored cloak covering him, Ryoma stepped forward continuing to ignore the now whining voice behind him asking if he was sure that this place was even safe to step in, let alone sleep in. Walking up the steep slope leading to the large wooden doors of the castle, he stared at them contemplatively for a moment before turning his head to look at one of his companions inquiringly.

Satisfied that his question didn't need to be voiced when the tall figure stepped forward and pushed the doors open, Ryoma took a deep breath and tugged once more on the hood of his cloak making sure that his face was still concealed from view. When they'd decided to have a day out with the team nearly a year ago no one, and least of all him, had thought that a year later they would be standing on the doorstep of one of the oldest magic institutions in Europe. A bitter smile curved his lips as he passed through the now open doorway into the school that had once taught the man, if he could even be called that with any sort of truth in those words that had sought to take control of the power his family commanded.

The comforting press of another's hand over his own caused his eyes to snap up from where they'd been studying the castle's interior intently to meet a pair of concerned blue eyes. Squeezing his own hand in response to the warm concern, Ryoma shook off the dark feelings taking root in him once again and turned to face the hallway leading to the Great Hall. Here they were in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and for better or for worse they were definitely going to make sure that Europe remembered why the Tsuki clan had always retained their position of power in the magical world.

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What was so difficult that Fate just couldn't seem to get her act together long enough to at least give him the illusion of a peaceful Halloween? It seemed like every year that he was in the Wizarding World; he just couldn't pass a Halloween without something happening. Viciously biting into the chicken thigh he'd plucked from the myriad of dishes on the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter let his mind wander as he methodically ate the food that Hermione kept sneaking onto his plate when she thought he wasn't looking.

Idly his mind returned to the vision of Voldemort that he'd had almost a year ago. He'd seen Voldemort summon his Death Eaters before they left for some part of Asia, which part he wasn't sure of he was just certain that it was Asia, and they'd immediately begun searching for something that sounded like Sue Key. The vision had seemed like it was going to taper off into the normal realms of sleep when Voldemort had begun laughing in a manner that he hadn't heard since the night in the graveyard. He'd felt a chill run down his spine, never mind the fact that he was still technically asleep because he couldn't stop the chill, at the look of delight and what looked like desire in his crimson eyes as one of Death Eaters said that they'd found what they were searching for.

Tugged along in Voldemort's wake, Harry could do nothing but watch as Voldemort and his Death Eaters arrived at a place that filled him with a feeling of peace, a feeling that he knew in the depths of his soul wasn't going to last much longer. One long bony finger had reached out to the touch the outer gates of the house when a shimmering field of green repulsed Voldemort's hand by pushing him away forcefully. He'd felt the searing rage that had overtaken Voldemort at the forceful refusal of the wards to allow him entrance and his breath had caught in his throat when he felt the waves of Dark Magic begin to pound on the wards. Even with as ancient and well constructed as the wards were, even they could not hold up to the continual onslaught of Dark Magic from both Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

As the group of Dark Wizards swept into the gates of the house, Harry wondered what kind of people lived here that they held no protection against the type of Dark Magic Voldemort was infamous for in their wards. It seemed strange to him that such a serene place would have a weakness that could be exploited so easily. Continuing to follow behind the snake like wizard, Harry felt a pang in his heart at seeing what looked like a loving family standing outside in the cool fall air, the females off to one side as the two males played what looked like tennis on a makeshift tennis court. He'd known the instant they'd sensed Voldemort's presence because they'd all stopped what they were doing to swivel their heads in the direction of the wizards.

He hadn't noticed it at that particular moment but later on when he'd been thinking about the vision, he realized that the youngest of those there, a boy that looked like he was only about twelve had looked at him and he knew that the boy had seen him there. But at that particular moment in time he hadn't been able to realize it because both his heart and mind were too busy reeling with the shock of Voldemort's words to the small family that had huddled together for protection, the father of the group having pulled out a staff of some sort while Harry wasn't looking.

"Give me the child and your family will be left in peace."

What was it with Voldemort and trying to take children away from their families? At least the boy who was being pushed into the center of the protective huddle by his family members was older than Harry himself had been. Not that knowing you were the reason for your parents deaths was made any easier by an advancement of your age. And it certainly didn't look as though it had been made any easier for the boy he was watching so attentively.

But there was also something else he'd noticed during the ensuing fight that had seemed a little odd in retrospect; he'd seen the boy's father hesitate for a moment, his amber eyes turned away as though glancing at someone only he could see. And it was at that moment that the flash of green light had hit the man, closely followed by the older of the women screaming. The boy had simply stopped the incantation he'd been in the process of releasing and had stared in abject horror and disbelief at the sight of his father falling to the ground with a look of resigned acceptance etched onto his frozen features.

For a brief second he'd honestly thought that it was all over, that Voldemort would get the boy and somehow use him to make the upcoming war even harder than it was already going to be. Then he'd noticed the blank look in the boy's amber eyes fading as he looked up and ran forward to grab the staff his father had been holding. Absently he'd wondered if he would have been able to do the same if he'd been older when his parents died.

By the time the boy and Voldemort were alone with the majority of the Death Eaters lying dead on the ground or close to it, Harry had already closed his eyes against the sight of the youth's shuttered gaze. His magic had called out to the boy when he'd stumbled and had managed to catch his balance before he could topple onto the leaf-strewn ground. He didn't know why but his magic seemed insistent on being closer to the boy so without thinking he'd stepped away from the corner where he normally tried to stay in during a vision and had moved to the boy's side, only to stop when the dark head had shaken slightly in a clear negative.

So he'd stood by as the boy had clearly gathered what little remained of his strength, his amber eyes piercing as they glared at the monster that had given even him nightmares at that age and had softly begun to call out to something in a language that he had never heard before as the staff that had been held so tightly gradually disappeared. It had been so hard for him to stand there and do nothing while the younger boy had fought for his life against Voldemort, Harry still wasn't sure what it was that Voldmort had wanted that night he only knew that the boy would have followed his family in death before giving it to the Dark Lord.

Watching as the tainted magic from Voldemort had battered at the white shield surrounding the boy, Harry wondered if he might have felt the same way if he'd actually been forced to watch Voldemort kill the unicorn back in his first year. To him the feeling of purity and innocence that practically radiated from the boy was nearly the same as a unicorn's own aura, it was something that gave a person a feeling of serenity, a feeling that for once all was right with the world and that nothing could destroy it or take it away from you even though there would be those who would try to do so.

When a teen about his age, maybe even a little younger than him had come running into the courtyard with fear written across every inch of his face, he'd sighed in relief at the thought that the other boy wouldn't be alone anymore. Surprisingly, something about the teen's appearance had signaled to Voldemort that it was time for him to leave with or without his prize, and so he had, but not before leaving the boy with words that he was sure would remain in the boy's nightmares for months to follow. 'You will become mine.' Then as if that hadn't been enough, the younger boy had turned to him and looked at him again for the third time that night and had told him, 'Sleep. Be at peace. His terrors will bother you no more tonight. Go. You have no place here."

And regardless of what he'd wanted, Harry had felt the boy's magic brushing against his own. The result being that his magic had jumped wildly at the light caressing feel of the foreign magic and had tugged him back into sleep. When he'd awoken the next morning his first thought had been to write Dumbledore and tell him about the latest vision but his magic had felt as though it were crawling under his skin angrily at the mere thought that he would tell Dumbledore about the boy or rather the interest Voldemort seemed to have in the boy. So he'd left it alone and he hadn't said anything to anyone about the vision.

But in the year since he'd had the vision he'd spent every moment that he could spare, without someone getting suspicious, on trying to find any sort of information on the boy or his family. So far all he'd found was a legend about the ruling families of Japan which had confused him since he had been fairly certain that Japan held only one ruling family. Returning his attention back to his food, Harry glanced around the table to see that the dinner dishes had already been replaced with those of desert, meaning that he had missed his chance to eat that lovely looking shepherd's pie he'd been eyeing before he got lost in thought.

Stifling a sigh, vivid green eyes snapped up as the doors to the Great Hall slammed open and a group of people wearing dark cloaks with the hoods hiding their faces from view swept in. Alarmed, Harry's gaze swung up to the head table to see Remus already standing up, a look of pure disbelief etched on his face as his eyes seemed riveted on the symbol neatly embroidered over the left breast of each cloak. Turning back to look at the symbol himself, his breath caught in his throat as he realized that he recognized the circle of moons in various phases done in silver thread.

Unconsciously he began to rise from his seat, his magic urging him on as the group made their way down the center aisle of the Great Hall before coming to a stop in front of the Head Table. The group of figures parted to reveal a smaller figure standing protectively in the center of them all, their hoods still hiding their faces from the curious gazes pointed at them. Stepping away from the protective circle, the small figure raised delicate looking hands to pull down the hood of his cloak, revealing the slightly more mature features of the boy he'd seen in his vision.

"Japan offers its aid."

Stunned by the melodious tones of the boy's voice, Harry's eyes turned to see Dumbledore's calculating ones, although the calculation he was sure he'd seen was swiftly replaced by the familiar twinkle. Apparently he wasn't the only one to see as two figures detached themselves from the main group to stand beside the slim boy, their own hoods slipping down to rest around their necks.

"Perhaps we should clarify what Hikari-sama means." The one with the cold blue eyes said, as the teen with the oddest shade of hair he'd ever seen nodded tightly in agreement as he too spoke up. "The royal family was attacked a year ago by your Dark Lord," The blue haired boy seemed to sneer the words with as much derision as he could fit it, "with our council's approval, Japan has declared war upon him for his blatant disregard for the lives of the Tsuki Clan."

"Hikari-sama now remains as the sole surviving member of the family that rules the magical community in our country." The first boy cut in smoothly once the other was finished. "It is only through his determination to bring an end to that creature's rule that we even offer an alliance."

"We would be honored—"

Dumbledore never got a chance to finish his speech of gracious acceptance because both boys had abruptly left the center aisle and came to a halt before Harry. Emerald eyes widened in confusion when both teen's knelt before him, their cloaks sweeping gracefully behind them as they did so. Looking wildly around the room, Harry met the watchful amber eyes of the other boy staring at him as the emerald head dipped as though encouraging him.

"We are the advisors to Hikari-sama. We are his voice in all matters." Intoned the two voices of the kneeling teen's as Harry turned his attention back to them. "I am Fuji Syuusuke." The teen with the cold eyes introduced himself, his brown hair falling into his eyes. "And I am Yukimura Seiichi." The other teen with the blue colored hair said quietly. "We are two of the chosen guardians of Tsuki no Hikari while he remains in your lands for the duration of the war. We have been given permission to present Harry Potter with an offer of alliance."

"With me?"

"Yes." His eyes snapping back up when he heard that strangely melodious voice speak next to him, Harry looked down slightly to meet the serious golden gaze pinned on him. "As the last remaining member of your family, you are the only person within these lands that is of a rank that could be considered equal to my own. I am the light of my people as you are the hope of yours. Apart neither can do what they were intended to do, but together light and hope can accomplish that which was only thought to be possible in dreams."

"What?" Harry asked, as the other boy's eyebrows raised before golden eyes narrowed and the green-haired boy spun around, his cloak whirling around his ankles as he faced the Head Table, or more specifically Dumbledore.

"You meddlesome baka!" The younger boy seethed, his hands clenching into tight fists at his side as he stalked his way down the center aisle once more, ignoring his guardians still clustered in front. "Do you think the line of ascension is a toy for you to play with? The Kami's themselves chose the lines of royalty that rule the communities of magic. Do you dare to think that the magic you hold is greater than the ones those descended from the Kami's were blessed with?"

"My dear boy—"

Dumbledore was once again cut off, but this time by the swishing of a metallic object imbedding itself into the wooden table before him. "Don't think that you know Hikari-sama well enough to address him like that." Gaping in shock at the redhead that stood glaring at the Headmaster of his school, Harry composed himself when the boy everyone kept referring to as Hikari-sama spoke.

"If you have determined that he is to be deprived of his rights," Hikari said softly, everyone in the Great Hall straining their ears to hear his voice, "then I have no choice but to claim his rights for him."

"Sto—"

"The Tsuki Clan will take the last living descendant of LeFAye into their care." Hikari finished his eyes sparkling maliciously at the elderly man as soft tendrils of green hair escaped the confines of the tight braid holding them. "LeFaye's children no longer remain in your grasp to control. Make no mistake in thinking that the Tsuki clan will be so easily controlled either, as the only reason you held LeFaye was through ignorance."

"LeFaye?" Harry asked uncertain that he'd right, after all wasn't Morgan LeFaye one of the Dark Witches he'd heard about in History of Magic?

"Morgan LeFAye was one of your ancestors and was painted in the light that she was because your ministry wished to hide the fact that they had her killed for no other reason than to end the line of succession that once ruled your community. Your so-called hero, Merlin was nothing more than a murderous assassin doing the bidding of others who wished to make a grasp for power that was not theirs to hold."

And this chapter is done for the moment. I couldn't really fit much else in without it turning into a long-winded, God knows how long chapter. So I decided to cut it off here. Yes, there is a time skip of a year, but that was because I came to the conclusion that after the last chapter it was the only thing I could do. It is so frustrating when you're trying not to do a timeskip and all your mind can come up with is this image of the boys in cloaks standing outside of Hogwarts. I swear I really did try to avoid a time skip at all costs, but unfortunately my mind seemed to be against at the moment so I had no choice but to go along with the flow.