Summary; sequel to AVLP, very much AU as it's a crossover. Hakkai, Sanzo, Goku and Gojyo, or Harry, Indigo, Neville and Ron are on their way to Hogwarts! Poor Hogwarts, you really weren't prepared for these boys, or their friends…
The Platform and Family
It was the first of September, the Hogwarts Express left from Platform 9 and ¾ in one hour and the Burrow was a mess.
Ron, who had finished packing the night before, watched the whole thing with smug amusement and played Exploding Snap with his baby sister.
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Harry was already at Kings Cross Station, because his lovely aunt wanted him out of the house, and he didn't have anywhere better to be.
He was most glad that he would not be returning to the Dursleys at the end of the school year. He was even more glad that the train had already arrived as that gave him somewhere comfortable to read. Mainly the Daily Prophet, which he had purchased in the hopes of finding out if Indigo had set out on his self-assigned quest to destroy Dumbledore's life.
It seemed he had, in a rather odd way.
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Neville was sitting on his bed, and watching in vague amazement as his mother went through his trunk, and his grandmother ticked things off on a list.
"Pyjamas?"
"Got them."
"Books and parchment?"
"Yup."
"Cauldron and potions ingredients?"
"Robes?"
"On him and under the cauldron."
"Underwear?"
"We did that half an hour ago."
"Very good." Augusta Longbottom lowered her clipboard and gazed at her grandson. "All is packed and checked. Put your owl in its cage and we shall depart."
Neville obediently put his tiny owl, Midge, into his cage, while Alice objected. "The train won't go for another 50 minutes."
"No-one ever suffered from being early. Come along Neville, and don't forget your owl."
Neville trailed after his imposing grandmother, owl cage under his arm and trying to drag his trunk along behind him. Alice sighed, picked up her son's trunk, and followed behind them.
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"Why do you have to go?" asked Miranda Snape, the 8 year old daughter of Severus Snape and half sister of Indigo Malfoy.
"Because I have to learn," replied her 11 year old brother, who was brushing her hair.
"You can learn here. Mama and Papa and Mirivell can teach you."
"Not everything, and Papa will be at Hogwarts as well, remember? He teaches there."
Miranda scowled, her sapphire eyes glittering dangerously. "So why can't he teach here?"
"Because he has already agreed to teach there, and you are being deliberately obtuse, dear heart." Indigo twisted her raven hair into a simple braid, turned her and raised an eyebrow at her slightly.
She sighed. "I don't want you to go. They'll be no-one to go to when the monsters come, and who'll brush my hair? Who, for that matter, will brush your hair?"
"Mama will brush your hair, I'll brush my hair and Semi will deal with the monsters. Right Semi?" Indigo gave the 2 foot teddy bear an expectant look, and it saluted smartly. Animation spells were a force to be feared, especially in the hands of the inexperienced. Indigo had animated Semi when he was 7, and the bear had been Miranda's attentive guard ever since.
"Mama isn't as good as brushing hair as you, and you never manage to get all of your tangles. What if something happens? You could get hurt!"
"Sesska would eat anyone who tried anything." replied Indigo, inclining his head to his trunk, which Miranda had animated last week. "Or at lest batter their knees to an icky pulp."
Miranda smirked. She had a very evil smirk, as did, well, everyone she actually liked. "Indeed… and then she'd give them to Papa to deal with. I want pictures…"
"Should it happen I shall send Hades with them straight away. All right?"
Hades was Indigo's owl. He was big and black and thoroughly evil.
"Okay."
"Good. Now we must find Mama. Will you be coming, Semi?"
The beat nodded and climbed onto Sesska, who rose about an inch of the floor and followed Indigo like a slightly threatening rowan wood sheep.
It was a decidedly disturbing image.
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Neville reached platform 9 & ¾ almost 40 minutes early. His mother and grandmother got him onto the train, fussed for a while and then had to leave.
Neville didn't mind. He could feel a familiar chi source and intended to investigate. He found a black haired boy sitting in an otherwise empty compartment and reading a newspaper with a faintly maniacal smile on his face.
Neville knocked on the door, and found himself fixed in place by bright green eyes. The boy, Hakkai, smiled one of those rare, genuine smiles and Neville stormed in.
"Hi! I'm Neville Longbottom!"
"It's lovely to see you again Neville, I'm Harry Potter."
"COOOOLL! My mum got a letter saying she's your guardian last month?"
"I know."
"Awesome! Gojyo's Ron Weasley now, but I don't about Sanzo. Have you seen him?"
"He's around, his name's Draco Malfoy, or Indigo to people he likes, and he has a little sister."
"OOOHH… Tell me! Tell me!"
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It was just 5 to 11 when the Malfoy-Snape family arrived on platform 9 & ¾ with the Weasley family just behind.
Ron got one look at the blond boy, Sanzo, and smirked.
"Nice hair."
Sanzo tossed his hair, which was waist length and dotted with tiny braids and feathers, opened his mouth to reply and then shut it again when the taller, black haired boy whose hair was in a similar style spoke.
"You're just jealous because ours is long and awesome while yours is short and boring."
"Hi Jackie!" chorused the twins, waving wildly at Jackie, whose eyes didn't match.
"Not now." snapped the imposing Lady Malfoy. "Get on the train. Indigo, I expect letters once a week."
"Yes ma'am, ignoring the fact that you'll be talking to Papa every single day…"
"ON THE TRAIN."
They got on the train, well, most of them. Sanzo, or Indigo, had just gotten his trunk on when the black haired girl glomped him.
"Don't goooo…"
"Mira…" Indigo gave her a fierce hug, and Ron was surprised 'cause he'd never realized that Sanzo could love like that, a fearless, intense love for this little girl. His sister? "I'll write lots, Semi will look after you, Sesska will look after me, we'll keep our parents distracted and I'll steal you some taps. 'kay?"
"'kay."
"Good girl." Indigo kissed her forehead, and took one of the white feathers from his hair, and tucked it into her raven black braid. "I'll be back for Christmas."
She let go, and Indigo got onto the train just in time.
Once they had left the station Fred, or maybe George, turned to the young Malfoy and said;
"Our sister is cooler than your sister."
Indigo gave him a cold look, and snapped his fingers.
Fred, who might be George, hit the floor when Indigo's trunk rammed his knees.
"Miranda has taught Sesska here to attack on command." declared Indigo, lightly brushing his fingers over his attack trunk. "I very much doubt that yours has done anything to best that."
This said he turned and stalked away, Sesska the attack trunk following at his heels and his owl, which wasn't in a cage but perched on his shoulder giving them the evils.
Jackie of the mismatched eyes laughed. "I have to agree with Indigo on that, Miss Miranda is scary, but not nearly as terrifying as her brother." He shook his head and smiled as George pulled Fred to his feet. "The boy may be psycho, but you gotta love him 'cause he does it with style. Hey there, Weasley the younger, I'm Jack Darkfrost, and if you make any jokes about it I will hurt you."
"Got it." Ron agreed easily, "I'm Ron, and I'm going to go investigate Lord Blondie and his attack trunk. See ya."
"Good luck." replied Jack, still smiling.
Next time: A Reunion and Hermione Granger