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…
A Reunion and Hermione Granger
"Was it just me," said Ron, falling into step beside Indigo, "or does Mr Darkfrost look very like Homura?"
"Just a bit," said the blond coolly. "Minus the whole, stealing-religious-things-to-create-a-new-world thing. There were far too many hyphens in that sentence…"
"The wizarding world does seem rather fond of them." agreed Ron, nodding gravely, "You-know-who, He-who-must-not-be-named, the Boy-who-lived…"
"He hates that title; don't use it to his face."
"You know Harry Potter?"
"He's an old friend." replied Indigo, giving Ron a wicked, under the eyelashes look and an evil smile.
"Very old."
Ron almost tripped over his feet as the implications sunk in. "Hakkai? I wondered were he was… That could make things awkward. My little sister is a BWL groupie."
"Oh dear lord…" Indigo slowed, opened a compartment door and walked straight in. "Ari, you have a fan girl."
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Neville looked around. Apart from being 11 and having long hair, Sanzo hadn't changed much. Same china pale skin, same bright gold hair, same heart shaped face with high cheekbones and a full, faintly mocking mouth. The eyes were more blue, but still holding the mix of exasperation, amusement and affection that was purely Sanzo.
Neville responded in what was, to him, a totally reasonable fashion. He shot to his feet and hit Sanzo's waist in the thing that might have been a hug or a tackle, and was generally known as a glomp.
Indigo lost his balance, and knocked into Ron, who tripped over his trunk. Ron ended up on the floor, Sanzo ended up sitting on his trunk, which had moved to catch him; Neville remained attached to Sanzo's waist and was half sprawled across the trunk as a result.
Harry was snickering quietly from the seats. Sanzo tossed him a glare, and then gave Neville a faint smile and a raised eyebrow. Neville, naturally, beamed at him.
"Hiya!"
"Hello monkey. Do you great everyone like this now?"
"Yup!"
"I didn't get a hug." said Harry mournfully.
Neville jumped to his feet, turned around and hugged Harry, somehow managing to pull Sanzo with him and creating a pile of boys on the seat.
Ron laughed like the nutter they all knew he was, dragged his trunk in, gave Sanzo's trunk a weird look as it got itself in, and shut the door.
"Harry, the cockroaches' sister is a BWL groupie." said Sanzo, acting as though he ended up sandwiched in messy three way glomps everyday.
"How awkward. Indigo, the boy sitting on you is Neville Longbottom. Neville, Indigo Malfoy… Is your trunk alive?"
"Yes." said Indigo, having gotten out of the pile via some creative wiggling and was now sitting opposite Harry, even as the trunk positioned itself to double as a footstool and his owl took a perch on his left ankle. "Meet Sesska. Sesska, that's Ari, who you won't eat, Neville, who it would be unwise to eat, and Weasley, who you may do as you wish to."
"My name is Ron, and you're an ass." replied Ron, who didn't seem particularly insulted, as he sat in the space next to Harry that Neville had left to sit by Indigo.
Neville sat and stated at Indigo's hair. And was glared at.
"I'll be good." said Neville meekly. Indigo raised an eyebrow in perfect disbelief.
"Indigo," said Harry, waving his paper, "Dumbledore seems to be getting rather a lot of bad press recently. Anything to do with you?"
"Me?" asked Indigo, with a big eyed look and a hand to his chest, "Sweet, innocent little me?"
"I almost feel sorry for him." said Harry, shaking his head and smiling slightly, "You cause enough mayhem just by existing, when you're actually trying… The chaos will be immense…"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." replied Indigo, pulling of righteous indignation remarkably well for someone who was smirking, "I've done nothing, but if I should…"
"You, Draconis Pryranac Malfoy, are mean vindictive and just plain scary."
"It runs in the family." said Indigo, smiling pleasantly.
"Are you sure you're not an aspect of out not-so-merciful goddess?" asked Ron, staring at his blond boss, "Because you begin to worry me in the same way."
Indigo smirked, and proceeded to ignore them all in favor of an old book with spiky runes on the front that he had pulled out of his shoulder bag. Neville smiled brightly, sprawled over Indigo's lap and started purring as the blond, treating him like a large and affectionate cat, petted him absently.
It made an odd picture. A blond beauty with feathers in his hair, long legs resting on an animated trunk and a slightly ominous black eagle owl on one ankle, with a scruffy brunet boy dozing across his lap while he read a book in a language that Ron didn't even recognize.
But it just seemed so right.
Ron turned to Harry and smiled.
"Wanna play chess?"
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Hermione Granger was wandering the train, having left her compartment in disgust at the sheer stupidity of the other girls in there. She was currently seeking an empty compartment in which to spend the remainder of the trip, away from the imbeciles.
She paused outside one containing 4 boys; 2 playing chess, 1 reading and the last asleep on the readers lap. There were also 3 owls; a tiny fluffy one nesting in the redheaded chess players hair, a big black one napping on the readers ankle, and a snowy perched on the raven haired chess player who was watching her though the door. They seemed so calm, not feeling the need to chatter.
It took her a moment to realize that the snowy owl wasn't the only one watching her. The reader had lowered his book slightly and was looking at her with a vaguely intrigued expression.
Their eyes meet, and Hermione felt her cheeks heat up. There was something very knowing in those eyes, and such a colour… Deep water over amethysts, an unearthly shade.
He smiled slightly, and crooked a finger at her.
Hermione blinked, hesitating for a second, then the redhead turned in his seat and opened the door.
"Enter and welcome, dear lady." He said grandly, "Are you any good at chess?"
"I'm not bad." muttered Hermione, entering and feeling a tad dazed.
"Thank Merlin! Harry's confusing the hell out of me; people just don't play chess like this! It's random and disorganized and-"
"Does the efficacy disturb you?" asked the reader, his accent pure and sharp, "It's so charmingly indirect."
"Shut up Malfoy!"
"Such sparkling conversation, Weasley, such wit. I am in awe…" he fanned himself with his book and gave the redhead a look of mock-adoration, "The dizzying heights your intellect must have aspired to for the creation of such eloquence…"
"Indigo, it's not nice to insult people with words they don't understand," said green eyed Harry in faintly reproving tones.
"But it is fun when they look all confused like that; and it may one day drive them to a dictionary and the improvement of their vocabulary."
"That is unlikely."
"I live in hope."
"Sure, and I am a flying monkey called Irene." said Harry in faintly amused tones.
"That does explain a lot dear, I do wish you'd told me sooner."
Hermione could no longer contain her amusement, and dissolved into slightly insane laughter.
"Oh thank Merlin, someone who gets sarcasm…" said Indigo the reader, sounding relived, "Name yourself, mystery girl, and take a seat."
"Where?" asked Hermione pointedly. "And my name is Hermione Granger, yourself?"
"Indigo Malfoy, green eyes over there is Harry Potter –don't freak out- this sleepy monkey is Neville Longbottom and the redhead is unfortunate enough to be Ron Weasley, the poor boy…"
"I really don't like you."
"My heart breaks. Neville, curl up."
Neville made an annoyed little noise, and did so, leaving enough space for Hermione to sit down.
Which she promptly did.
Indigo smirked at her.
"Welcome to hell, Miss Granger, there are no exits."
Despite this, Hermione smiled back.
Next time: Flare, Yuki and Singing Hats