YA HA ! Hey guys, what's up? Oh I'll tell you what's up... Y U NO REVIEW THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER!?

NOT. A. SINGLE. FUCKING. REVIEW! WHY?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS?! *starts crying*

Harry: *gives a cookie* SadAngel, I'm pretty sure that's because you replaced the SOPA note with a chapter but no one got a notice.

Oh okay then

Hiruma: Thank god she didn't get to the final step

Draco: What about it?

Zakuro: Trust me, you don't want to know

Draco: No wait, I'm still curi- aaaaaah!

Hiruma: fangirl pit?

Not just any pit, a yaoi fangirl pit *grins evilly* hehehehehehe

Draco: GOOOOOD, IT HUUUUUUUUUURTS!

So before you read this, go back to chapter 9, read it and then come back, OK?

Hiruma, do the disclaimer:

Hiruma: SadAngel262 doesn't own Eyeshield 21 or Harry Potter, she's too stupid for that.

I heard that you know Grrrr...

before I forget, there's a poll up on my profile page so... Yeah. Go vote for pairings there or just write your couple here.

So now, enjoy this chapter!


'Can't beat my, can't beat my, no they can't beat my Brooklyn Rage!

I don't wanna be a furry

Bro-bro-bro-bro-bro-brooklyn rage'

SLAM!

"Remind me why, WHY did I have to choose this song for my alarm?"

Yet another alarm clock broke, as Hiruma, the next heir of Hell sat up. That was the third one this week. And it's only Monday.

Half-asleep he looked at the clock, which was still intact by some unknown magic. As the numbers slowly found their way to his not-properly-functioning brain, he realized what time it was.

He was late.

The next second Hiruma was already full dressed and packed, busy with fitting his who-knows-what in the backpack. Once that was taken care with, he ran out of the hotel, desperate to catch a taxi.

It didn't last long before he was relaxing in the backseat of the taxi. The driver was more that happy to take a sudden passenger that popped out of nowhere. Well, if by "happy" you mean forced to throw out your passenger and have a gun jammed to your head and pissing you pants, then yes, he was literally "sparkling" of all the happiness.

They drove silent, mainly because the driver was to frightened to say anything and Hiruma was just bored with torturing him. He had something more important on his mind.

That night when he saw the aftermath of what was supposed to be a terrorist attack. Which of course it wasn't. It was probably one of those "Death Eaters". But why host an attack in such a place? Sure a lot will get killed, but still. That just didn't make any sense no matter how he looked at it. Unless... Of course. It was clear now. They wanted to gain his attention, by doing something like that as to warn that Hiruma shouldn't be underestimating them, as they could plan a mass genocide, all just to reach their target. But was to be dealt with later. More importantly, who was watching him that night?

It couldn't have been the Death Eaters, their black magic gave a darkish aura, but who else then? That Atticus guy?

There was so much going on and all centering on Hiruma. Usually he knew how to deal with all of this since the situations could be solved with his "book of secrets" and logic, but this was magic he was dealing with. Magic. Fucking magic. And magic had no logic whatsoever, unless you consider making sparkles with a wooden stick logical.

He almost didn't notice how the driver stopped the car and asked for Hiruma to get out, his voice shaking very hard.

"P-please g-get o-out sir."

Hiruma looked at his watch. Good, he still had about 10 minutes before the trains arrival.

He looked at the taxi driver with his trademark smirk and left the poor guy even more frightened than before.

He looked around the and noticed that there was no such thing as Platform 3/4.

"Hmm... This platform must be hidden. It is a train to magic school. But how can I find it? Well there should be some other students beside me so I'm just gonna have to find them." Thought Hiruma.

He looked around to see if he could spot someone that could look like a right person. Of course he didn't really notice anyone suspicious enough for him.

Suddenly he a boy with black hair, big round glasses and a scar on his face. He was pushing a cart and was talking with some other guy that Hiruma didn't know about. Something about these two just felt off. he immediately sent a task to his Virus Snake

"Go get some information on these two."

"Yessss, Masster"

He felt the snake disappear and waited for it to come back.

"Ow! Something just bit me!" Exclaimed the ginger-headed guy.

"Now that you mentioned it, me too!" The one with the black hair replied.

After that, Hiruma sensed the snake once again as it gave him all the information it could gather.

Harry Potter

Age: 11

Siblings: None

Appearance: Medium-length black hair, green eyes, a lightning-shaped scar. Average height.

Background: Lost his parents in a magic-related accident.

Present time: Lives with Dursleys, relatives of James Potter.

Abilities: Magic

Intelligence: Average

Ron Weasley

Age: 11

Siblings: 6

Appearance: Red hair, brown eyes, average height.

Background: Born into the Weasley family

Present time: Living with his family

Abilities: Magic

Intelligence: Average

"Hmmm" Thought Hiruma "That's not much."

"I can only collect the information that the person himself knowss, Masster."

"Alright then. You can go back to sleep."

He felt the snake nod and succumb into sleep.

As he went back to observing the two, he noticed that they were running with their trolleys in the direction of a wall.

"Are they nuts or something?

And then something strange happened.

The two just disappeared.

Hiruma blinked. Once. Twice.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

After not much time, he connected the dots.

That was the portal to the 9 3/4 platform.

His thoughts proved themselfs when he saw more and more kids, some older, doing the same thing, though not all of them were running.

He glanced at his watch to see that the train will arrive in 2 minutes. He quickly made his way and pushed the cart running towards the wall.

When he thought that he was just about to smash into the wall, it disappeared, revealing a a platform with a red train approaching it.

Hiruma looked at the sign. It said:

Platform 9 3/4

"Che. It looks like I was right." He thought in triumph.

He immediately got on the train and entered the first free cabin. It was not hard since almost all of the others were saying goodbyes to their parents and relatives. Yoichi opened his laptop and started working on the blackmail material. The snake later gave him more information on the aspect of some embarrassing facts or something that one just doesn't want to reveal. He could use Harry Potter, the boy was quite known around the wizarding world while Ron Weasley seemed to be Harry's friend and that was something that Hiruma could use to his full advantage. So now, he just needed more time to collect more information on anyone he might see as useful. But that doesn't mean that he should just relax. Something told him that Hiruma himself was a somewhat known person in this world. He's gonna have to dig into that later.

Deep in his thoughts, he didn't notice as someone knocked at the door of the cabin.

"Um, can we sit here? All the other ones are full."

Yoichi looked at them. They were the same two boys that he saw earlier. Usually he'd like a cabin for himself only, but these two would probably stick around anyway.

"I don't really care." He replied, focusing his attention back on the computer.

"How rude!" Hissed Ron.

"Just leave him alone, it's not like we'll get him talking anyway." Harry calmed Ron.

Harry and Ron started talking about random things like which house will thy be sorted in and what would it be like at the lessons. Not a single part of their talk interested him. Except maybe...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE HARRY POTTER!?"

Hiruma covered his ears in attempt not to get deaf. Maybe the Snake made a mistake with his IQ level. He was about to yell at Ron to shut the hell up when the door busted open revealing a boy with dirty blond hair and grey eyes.

"Is it true that you're Harry Potter?" He asked.

Yoichi sighed. This was going to be a long ride.