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#1: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!! I swear I don't taste very good and I'm nothing but skin and bones and muscle and I don't make a very good demonic sacrifice so please do not kill me.

*Phew* Alright, still I'm really sorry about not updating but my muse decided to go on a vacation without having the common courtesy of letting me know first. Talk about ungrateful...

Chapter Summery: Letters and memories exchanged between Guan (Hikaru) and Draco during the first year at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: *Sigh* As much as wish I could draw like Clamp or have an amazing publishing deal like JK Rowling I cannot. So therefore I do not own either Card Captor Sakura or Harry Potter.

Again, thank you so much to my loyal reviewers! I love you all so much, it gives me an extra spring to my step when I see that I have another review so thanks ever so much!

Harry Potter and the Legend of the Sorcerers

Chapter 9 - Letters and Memories I

"Faith is the daring of the soul to go farther than it can see." - William Newton Clark

"I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery." - The Palatine of Posnan

"The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become." - Charles Du Bos

"Hoe!"

"Eriol-kun!"

"… Hiiragizawa…"

"Ah, Eriol-kun, welcome. It's nice to see you again, my adopted ancestor."

The blue haired magician smiled mysteriously at the gaping thirteen year olds and the smug ten year old.

"Hello, to all. My dear Sakura-chan, it's so good to see you, and you too Tomoyo-chan. And of course my kawaii chibi descendent I see you've come back to Japan as well and brought along Hikaru-kun."

"Eriol-kun, it's been awhile hasn't it. Are you here for a visit or are you staying?" Tomoyo asked politely, seeing as how Sakura was nonresponsive, frozen, Syaoran was clenching and unclenching his fist, and Hikaru wore a look now identical to Eriol's.

"I plan to stay here until otherwise uprooted. In fact Nakuru and Spinel have already started moving back into our old house." Eriol replied.

"Hiiragizawa, how do you know my brother?" Syaoran suddenly butted in.

"You underestimate him and his teacher. Nicholas Flamel was a good friend of mine when I was Clow Reed. They stopped by for a visit while you were back in Japan. I must say that I deeply enjoyed listening to his stories of your youth. It was all very educational." Eriol replied, the smirk never leaving his face.

Syaoran paled and whipped around to face his brother. Unfortunately for him, Hikaru had the exact same 'Cat that ate the Canary' look.

Hey Draco,

Your friendly neighborhood kidnapper is here. Remus finally sent me an owl that I can use to send you letters. Her name is Hedwig and she enjoys bacon. I still don't understand why you wizards use owls for mail, why not phones or computers? Anyway things have been good so far for me. Right now I'm in Japan, staying with my brother Syaoran.

As promised attached to this package are classic literature. I've included the essentials like Treasure Island and Sherlock Holmes as well as some Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Make sure you pass them around to your like minded companions, show them that the non-magic people aren't half as bad as they seem to think. Do you wizards even have any literature? How does your society work? From what Nick has told me it's completely backwards and barbaric.

What's your magic like by the way? It's been briefly summarized by my mom to me. She says that, unlike sorcerers, you draw your magic from inside you and not the earth. You guys use wands to channel the magic. It's that a hassle? What if somehow you got disarmed during a battle? Then what would you do?

Anyway back to me, not to sound arrogant or anything but I should probably give you a run down of myself, since I did kind of kidnap you. I am Guan Li, or Hikaru Li, as I am now in Japan and have exchanged my Chinese name for its Japanese parallel. I am 10 and have one older brother, Syaoran, and four older sisters, Xiu, Chuan, Nuo, and Hui. My mother, Yelan, is the leader of the Li Clan, a sorcerer Clan located in Hong Kong. Syaoran is dating Sakura Kinomoto, the holder of the Sakura Cards - formerly known as the Clow Cards - and my reincarnated ancestor Clow Reed now goes by the name of Eriol Hiiragizawa is dating Sakura's best friend and cousin, Tomoyo Daidouji.

Wow, it sounds extremely complicated when I try to spell it all out.

What's your life like Draco? I know that you're starting at Hogwarts next year so maybe you could tell me about that. I've always thought that wizards are weird, or at least the British ones are. I mean, how could one baby defeat a potent, egomaniac warlord? It really doesn't make sense. Over the course of history many mothers have sacrificed themselves for their children and there haven't been any other reports of throwing off the killing curse. Like I said before, completely ridiculous. .

Maybe you can correct my misgivings about wizards.

I hope this doesn't put you off from writing to me though. I would love to hear your now enlightened views.

Sincerely,

Hikaru Li

"Malfoy, Draco!"

The little blond boy walked haltingly up to the dais and sat on the stool. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat over his head, which proply sank down over his eyes.

Hmmm, now what have we here, a voice whispered in his mind. Draco barely kept himself from jumping.

A Malfoy, huh, well your family has been in Slytherin for ages so maybe…

Not Slytherin, Draco pleaded desperately.

A Malfoy who doesn't want to go to Slytherin, inconceivable! Ahh, but yes I see it now, a little oddball name Guan taught you better. He has made you think. You seem to have lost your ambition, so Slytherin is definitely out. And while you do have courage and loyalty you only use them when necessary and for the people who have earned them in your eyes. So far the only person who has done that is Mr. Li.

So where does that leave me?, Draco questioned the hat.

Why Mr. Malfoy, I thought with your intellect you would know. I have no choice but to place you in RAVENCLAW!

The hall was silent after the hat had shouted out the house. Then a single girl from the Ravenclaw table started to clap. People shook off their surprise as Draco got down off the stool and made his way down to an empty spot, next to the bushy brunette who had started the clapping.

She held out here hand, "Hermione Granger, first year Ravenclaw. Nice to meet you."

Draco returned the gesture, firmly shaking hands. "Draco Malfoy, ditto."

Dear Hikaru,

No thankfully you didn't scare me off, though lesser beings than myself would have been. I can totally see where you're coming from. I don't think I'll ever be able to logically explain the British Wizarding World to you. I thought I knew it but now it just seems corrupt and petty. The Minister of Magic, Fudge, is a complete nincompoop. Lucius and the other pureblood supremacists are basically in control of the government even though they did serve the Dark Lord.

Dumbledore isn't much better. He likes to manipulate people, I've noticed. After Harry Potter disappeared he tried to say that Neville Longbottom was really the chosen one all along. Thankfully Madame Longbottom was able to curse him out and didn't let him near her grandson.

I'm finally here at Hogwarts and have been sorted into Ravenclaw. Luckily Lucius is not as furious as I thought he'd be. He says he expects me to have the best grades of my year since I'm in the house of the academically dedicated. In a lot less polite terms though…

Most of my house mates seem to think of me as a puzzle. Indeed, the whole school was surprise that me, the Malfoy Heir, was sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin. Though I have found an interesting study partner. Her name is Hermione Granger and she's a muggle born. I won't let that fool me though, she'll be my major competition.

Thanks for the books as well. I've read all of them and passed them around to some other purebloods. My favourite is definitely Treasure Island though. Electronics don't work in Hogwarts, or so Hermione says by the way.

Write me soon,

Draco Malfoy

Hikaru was 11 now. His eleventh birthday had come and gone without the subsequent Hogwarts letter that most of his family assumed it would. After calling Yelan to ask why, Hikaru relayed the answer to everyone at lunch.

"Mother said it was because my magical signature and name have changed so much. As soon as a wizard or witch is born their signature gets recorded on the nearest magical school's roster along with their name. However I have denounced the name Harry Potter in favour of Guan (Hikaru) Li. Furthermore since I was blood adopted into the Li Clan, its sorcerer magic and my wizard magic sort of bonded together, I guess you could say."

Syaoran had an almost goofy smile on his face, or as close to one as he could get. "We always knew you were our family in everything. Now this only proves what I was certain of from my heart."

Smiling shyly, Hikaru embraced Syaoran. It was nice to know that he had such a wonderful family compared to what could have been.

"Ne, ne, Hikaru-kun, you're part of our family too," piped up Tomoyo. "We have our own little Clow Card family here in Tomoeda. We'll be a family always, no matter what."

"Thank you, Tomoyo-chan," Hikaru murmured.

"And also I do believe that our dear Sakura-chan has something to tell us," pronounced Eriol with a glimmer.

Sakura blushed before speaking up. "Minna-san, I'd like to introduce you to my latest card, The Heal." Sakura told her friends, presenting a card with a picture of a white haired lady in a silver dress.

"Sugoi Sakura-chan," Syaoran commented. "You're able to make your own cards now."

"Kawaii! My little Sakura-chan is growing up," Tomoyo gushed with her camcorder in her hand.

"Indeed, Sakura-san, it appears that your power levels and control have come to the point where you are able to fashion new cards on your own. I believe that Kero explained the process," said Eriol.

At Sakura's nod he continued.

"From now on you will be able create your own cards to add to your collection. If you want I can give you a list of the cards that Clow never got around to making if you wanted some ideas. There are hundreds of possibilities, though most of the major ones have already been used."

"Ne, Sakura-chan I get to film you the next time you make a card right. It will be all new footage that I'll be able to ad to my collection of your cuteness." Tomoyo chimed in again.

"Hai Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said with a smile and a sweatdrop.

"Oh, and Hikaru-kun, do you think your friend Malfoy-san would be willing to film Hogwarts for me. I really want to see what it's like!"

"I think so, Tomoyo-chan, except for the fact that electronic devices don't work inside Hogwarts."

"Nani! That's horrible. It shall be my duty to rectify this grave injustice!" Spoke Tomoyo with flames in her eyes and sparkles surrounding her. "Sakura-chan, you have to help me (plus it'll be another opportunity to film my wonderful Sakura-chan)."

The boys watched as Tomoyo dragged her helpless cousin off.

"I pity Sakura-san," Eriol announced.

Hikaru and Syaoran nodded in agreement.

Draco,

Things sound really wacked up at your school. Professor Quirrell would be the one to be suspicious of. A troll getting into a school with a bunch of 11 year olds! That just screams trouble. Makes me thankful that I didn't get an invitation.

I'm glad you got into Ravenclaw. After reading the book, Hogwarts: A History, that you sent me, I think that would be the best house (or Hufflepuff) for you to be in. Gryffindor sounds like it's full of jocks, while Slytherin is a political nightmare, not to mention full of emo kids. Hermione sounds nice and I'm glad you found someone that will challenge you. Wouldn't want you to be bored, n'est pas?

As impossible as it seems, Sakura has managed to get even more powerful. Now she can create her own Cards. I think Syaoran is having a heck of a time trying to keep up with her. He has this macho idea that he has to protect Sakura at all costs. Not that there's any danger to her. Did I mention that Sakura is the most powerful sorcerer in the world? So powerful that she is classified as a Mage?

No? I didn't? Well now you know. Nothing much besides that has really happened. Well, except Tomoyo has taken the fact that her mom's electronics don't work as a personal insult. I'm afraid that she's now on an almost fanatical mission to make her camera work with magic. You'll soon be introduced to muggle cameras and cell phones. Maybe this way we can talk to each other. And I can be introduced to Hermione.

Also, be on the look out for Nicholas Flamel, my teacher. He's in England and he'll probably be visiting Dumbledore sometime.

Yours truly,

Hikaru Li

"Attention all students I have a few end of term announcements to make. The house cup, as many of you are well aware, goes to Ravenclaw."

Loud cheers fill the hall, mainly echoing from the blue and yellow clothed students, ecstatic that Slytherin and Gryffindor had finally been defeated. Draco caught the eye of his two Hufflepuff friends, Cedric and Neville, and grinned brightly. They returned the gesture, happy for both Hermione and Draco.

"The Quidditch Cup goes to Hufflepuff, making it the first year in nearly 12 years that Hufflepuff has won. Sadly, Professor Quirrell will not be joining us next year because of complications due to an evil spirit that was possessing him. All students are reminded that magic outside of school is strictly forbidden and may result in expulsion. And thank you all for a marvelous year at Hogwarts. I hope to see you all (except for seventh years) next September!"

When Dumbledore had finished speaking the students broke out into tumultuous applause, stomping and hollering. The school year was finally over, with no one coming out exactly worse for the wear.

The next day Draco boarded the train with Hermione by his side. They had formed a quick friendship since the first day of school, driven by their pursuit of knowledge. Given that he was in Ravenclaw all of the political friendships his father had forced him into as a child were useless. Which was just as well because who knows what would have happened if he had retained those connections.

Together with Hermione, they had started an outcast study group of a sort. Draco was a pureblood that openly (or at close to that as he could get) accepted muggle borns and Hermione was a muggle born with a freakishly high IQ and know-it-all tendencies. He had been trying to tone those down and it was working, to a point. Neville Longbottom was the first to join, with Blaise Zabini, a neutral Slytherin, being the second. Cedric Diggory came in every couple of meetings as well, finding good company with the four abnormal first years when he sought solace. Fred and George Weasley also came to the study sessions. They said that it was to help nurture and guard the school's prosperity. Draco once commented it was because Hermione could be downright vindictive when she was pranking someone (i.e. Ron Weasley when he insulted Draco). Percy also mysteriously showed up one afternoon and came ever since. They didn't know exactly why but according to the grape vine it was a very heartfelt and emotional conference between the three that had happened after Draco had yelled at the twins for being mean to Percy.

What they studied was a whole other matter entirely. At first was mainly to improve their grades (like Neville's). Then when George and Fred showed up they would occasionally help them with pranks or the like. Percy would even chime in a suggestion or two then stutter and blush when they stared at him. The first time this happened, Fred and George started weeping all over each other and Percy, crying with joy that their long lost brother had returned to them. In the middle of the year they received a surprise visit from Nicholas Flamel. Apparently he had been there to talk to the Headmaster, then had tried to find Draco and say hello. By the time he left, Hermione and Percy sat stunned with stars in her eyes, the twins had found a new mentor, and Blaise, Neville and Draco all had new reading material.

Nicholas had provided them with books and scroll detailing a time when Wizards didn't need wands. Needless to say that had inspired all of them. By the wink that Nicholas gave Draco when he left, Draco was sure that he knew it would.

They had spent the rest of the school year learning to control their magic. By the end of it everyone was proficient and could perform all spells wandlessly. The rest of the school basically ignored them. They were an anomaly. There was a member from every house and they ignored any rivalries and stereotypes. At first people had started to pick on Draco or Neville but after Percy had assigned detentions, Fred and George had pranked them within an inch of their lives, Neville, Draco, Blaise, and Hermione had gotten the house elves (who were especially fond of the four) against them, no one had ever tried it again.

After storing their trunks, Hermione and Draco went to go look for their friends. They found all of them in the very last compartment. Percy and Blaise were attentively playing a game of chess while Fred and George looked completely diabolical, plotting in the corner. Neville, poked his head out from a herbology book to greet them, echoed by the other members of their little club.

Draco muttered under his breath and the door glowed for a second before returning to its normal color.

He answered the unasked question, "This way we won't be disturbed."

Percy snorted, "Like anyone would try. I think they would be mentally scarred for life." He shot the twins one of his looks (#57: I-know-who's-responsible-but-the-offenders-deserved-it-anyway-so-don't-say-a-thing) and they smiled innocently.

"That reminds me," Blaise piped up. "I've been thinking-"

"Well that's a shock! Call the London Times, the Daily Prophet." Draco interrupted. Hermione smacked his arm, hard.

"Har har," Blaise did not look amused. "We should have a name and to a lesser extent, I think it would be interesting to turn the school upside down."

"What do you mean?" Unsurprisingly Fred and George appeared to the most interested.

"Exactly what I said. I think we should start pranking the school. I mean, think of it like this: our first year we've established our group. It's an odd group, at least from the rest of the school's perspective. A nonconformist pureblood, a super smart muggle born, a forgetful herbology prodigy, prankster twins, their strict no-nonsense older brother, and a neutral, friendly Slytherin. The teachers love us, we've risen above house rivalries, and we have the best grades in school."

"Well you're modest." Neville had finally put down his book and involved himself in the conversation.

"But it's true," Blaise argued. Nobody could disprove him sense they did have the best grades in school (the twins had pulled up their grades, just to keep Percy happy) and most of the teachers enjoyed their enthusiasm and love of the pursuit of knowledge. "And then none of the teachers would suspect us and even Percy could cover for us, since everybody knows that he's not a rule breaker."

"Not anymore!" Fred and George said together. Percy blushed but refused to comment.

"I can't wait to see-" George started.

"The look on mum's face when-" Fred took over.

"She realizes that Percy has been-"

"Completely corrupted by us," They finished together before adding, "And Mr. Zabini, we completely agree with your proposition and will do everything in our power to aid and abet you."

"I think it's a brilliant idea. Inspired. We can try out some of those potions that Nicholas showed us and I can ask Hikaru if he and Eriol have any ideas," Draco ran through his head of any and all people that he would want to get revenge at. The rest of the group had heard of the Chinese boy that had de-Malfoyified Draco and wrote to him regularly so this wasn't a surprise. Fred and George even respected him after Hikaru had sent over a list of rather nasty things to do to people who messed with them.

It took a bit of convincing to get Percy and Hermione involved but soon the compartment was filled with talk of future plans and pranks and victims. In the end they decided to name themselves the Liberators, a tribute to the fact that they were liberating the school from its prejudice via pranks.

To Hikaru,

Year one is officially over. It was kind of boring to tell you the truth. Though, get this, Quirrell turned out to be a host for the Dark Lord. Voldemort was walking through the hall ways of Hogwarts for an entire year and the only reason Dumbledore noticed was because he tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone!

Luckily the traps prevented him from getting to it but still…

Speaking of which, I got to see Mr. Flamel again. Apparently it was his stone that was here but it got destroyed by Dumbledore after He-Who-Has-Too-Many-Nicknames tried to grab it. He said not to worry though. According to Mr. Flamel there are multiply Philosopher's Stones, including one that he keeps on his person all the time.

Mr. Flamel also gave me some books to help control wandless magic. That's mainly what we've been practicing. You know that study group that Hermione and I formed? The one with Fred, George, Percy, Neville, Blaise, and sometimes Cedric? We've even decided to have it double as a massive prankster group. We shall now be known as the Liberators. Tremble before our furry, you lowly mortal!

But do you and Eriol know of any good pranks that we could unleash? And don't worry, I promise to send you pictures.

Summer has started and with it going back to Lucius's manor. I can't wait until I turn 17. As soon as that happens I'm going to come and visit you. I'll even bring along the whole gang so that way you can meet them. But for right now my summer will be filled with boring pureblood mania and avoiding everyone but the house elves.

I hope your summer will be better than mine.

Your friend,

Draco Malfoy

Thus, first year had finally come to an end.