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…

Dean Thomas and Arabella Zabini

Hermione, Tracy, Susan, Hannah and Indigo were reading in their compartment, Neville was asleep in the luggage rack and Harry was writing a potions essay while leaning against Hannah's legs.
Yuki, Ron and Flare had wandered off a while ago, Ron and Flare because they were board and Yuki gong along to keep an eye on them.

Harry estimated that they'd be in some sort of unlikely situation by now.
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"There's only Dean in this one," said Ron peering into the compartment, "He's cool."

"A Gryffindor?" said Yuki, a note of scepticism in her voice.

"Yes, but so is Hermione," pointed out Ron. "Dean's quiet, spends most of his time drawing."

"Well that's alright then," said Flare brightly, and knocked sharply on the door before yanking it open. "May we sit in here? Our old compartment started over flowing."

Dean blinked slowly, and then nodded. "Can I draw you?" he asked, pulling out his sketch book, "And miss…?"

"Greengrass, and yes, you may," said Yuki, sitting next to Flare.

"Answering for me there?" said Flare mildly.

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

"No. No problem," replied Flare. His meek voice was quite at odds with his smirk.
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Ron peered over Deans shoulder, and whistled. "That's great. Creepy, but great."

"What's creepy?" asked Flare, bouncing in his seat, "Lemme see!"

Dean blushed, and turned the sketch pad so he could see.

It was Flare's upper body, on a spider's lower body and legs. His arms were spread as if to embrace the viewer, and he had a wicked little smirk on his face. Written above him in smooth, slinky font was: Come into my parlour…
"I didn't mean to turn you into some sort of spider thing," said Dean plaintively, "It just sort of happened."

"Well, he's got you down Flare," said Yuki, admiring the picture, "I've seen you smirk like that before, normally just before someone you hate is humiliated in a strange and horrible way."

"Indeed. Are you psychic, Mr. Thomas?" asked Flare, seeming quite happy with the picture.

"No," said Dean firmly, "I'm not psychic."

The two Slytherins exchanged a look that contained a lot; it might well have been a form of psychic communication. Ron was strongly reminded of Harry and Indigo.

"Draw me now," commanded Yuki imperiously.

Dean looked rather annoyed, and did as he was told.
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"You're psychic," said Flare firmly, gazing at the picture of Yuki in a mix of admiration and mild fear. "I don't care what you say Thomas, you, are, psychic."

The picture-Yuki held a bow ready to shoot, the arrow pointed at the viewer and her eyes steely. Her forearms were covered by leather bracers, her hair piled on top of her head in a style that combined aesthetics and practicality and the writing over her said: You are my prey in disturbingly simple font.

"Mr Thomas, I am in awe," said Yuki weakly, "You are an exceptional artist."

"Thank you…" murmured Dean, blushing so much that it was visible even on is coffee dark skin, "It's n-"

"Yes it is," snapped Yuki, in a tone that permitted no argument. "Do you have a patron yet?"

"Um, what?"

"A sponsor, basically," said Flare briskly, "I'll talk to Mama, will your parents think about it?"

"No," muttered Yuki, frowning. "Father clings to that anti-muggle born crap, and Mother won't fight him. Indigo would sponsor you if Ma-ji won't… Come on Flare."

The duo zoomed out.

Dean turned to his redheaded friend with a bemused air. "Are all your friends this weird?"

"No!" said Ron sharply, and then backtracked, "Well, kinda…"

Dean sighed deeply.

"I'm screwed."
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Indigo listened with interest as his friends talked, and then nodded calmly. They then zoomed back out again.

"When I find out who gave Flare chocolate…"
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Standing on Platform 9 & ¾ was a woman. She is beautiful.

5'10 in bare feet, hip length black hair that existed in a state somewhere between waves and frizz, skin like chocolate glazed with gold and striking dark eyes. This is Arabella Zabini, the only daughter of an African pureblood and a Jamaican voodoo witch; she married an English pureblood at 19, gave him a son at 20, and became a widow at 21 when he was murdered by some of her jealous former suitors.

She had become a widow another 6 times since then, and gained a rather questionable title because of it. The Black Widow.

She is currently wearing very tight jeans, flip flops, a blue camisole top and a big bag like hat in Rastafarian colours that holds her hair. The only reason she isn't blue with cold are the warming charms centered in her many bangles, enough to melt the arctic.

The girl standing next to her, dressed far more normally in soft grey robes, seems to find nothing strange in this and doesn't even bat an eyelid when the 2nd most feared woman in wizarding society starts bouncing up and down like a 5 year old as the Hogwarts Express pulls into the station.

She has known Arabella Zabini all her life, and no longer cares that the woman is bonkers.
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Indigo peered out of the window, and smiled slightly before opening it.

"Heya Ma-ji!"

"Heya ma twilight boy!" replied Arabella with a huge smile, "Where ma baby boy?"

"He wandered off, Yuki's with him. Heya little sister, 'Sup?"

"Mama had a baby boy 2 weeks ago," said Miranda gravely, still hugging Semi. "He screams a lot."

"And nobody told me this, why?"

"Mama was being all frazzled and I don't like him, he really does scream a lot."

"Babies do that sugar. He'll grow out of it."

"I never get used to watching you too talk," said Arabella in mild tones, "You strange children- Ah! Ma baby boy! Ma snow girl!"

The Black Widow dashed off, looking strangely like an over excited puppy.

"And she says we're strange," said Miranda, shaking her head sadly.

"We are. She just happens to be stranger then us. Hang on a minute."

Indigo tucked his head back into the compartment, shrunk Sesska, stuck her/it in his pocket, and then climbed out of the window, Hades fluttering after him.

Hermione, Neville, Hannah and Susan blinked, and then turned as one too stare at Harry, who shrugged. "Indigo hates crowds and has no fear of heights. So he considers jumping out of a window perfectly reasonable, so long as he can land safely."

"Which he has," noted Tracy mildly, glancing out the window.

"All good then," said Harry, in tones of utmost calm.

"I wanna jump out the window!" crowed Neville excitedly.

"No you don't," said Harry firmly, grabbing the gold eyed boy by the back of his robes, "Hold Midge and Hedwig's cages. Hannah, would you grab Neville's-"

Hannah walked out, dragging Neville's trunk along with her own.

"Thank you," said Harry absently, maintaining his grip on Neville with some difficulty and dragging the boy into the corridor.

Susan and Hannah looked at each other, shook their heads and fallowed the trio out of the compartment.
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"Darlings! Other kid!"

Dean, Flare and Yuki found themselves wrapped in a tight hug by a thoroughly over excited woman. Flare and Yuki cheerfully hugged back. Dean spent a few moments in shock, and then decided to just go with it.

"Oh, ah missed you sooooo much! Da manor was so empty wi'h out you ta' cause may'em! Ah don't know 'ow ah managed before ah 'ad children!"

"Ma-ji, your accent is slipping." said a very pretty blond boy who had drifted over, with a small girl with a teddy and a slightly ominous trunk in tow. "Hey Weasley, hey other kid. Are you the artist Yuki and Flare were raving about?"

Dean managed to nod.

"Cool. I'm Indigo Malfoy."

The boy, Indigo, casually filched Deans sketch book and flipped through it. Then he whistled.

"What medium do you prefer, and where should I send the supplies to?"

Next time: Snapshots of Christmas