(This fic will delve into everybody's favourite book, HARRY POTTER!! I couldn't resist, Ami-chan!! Kobito, stop making those faces, and Neko-chan, quit jumping up and down I'll turn the cat orange in honour of your hair before I'm done. You'll see what I'm talking about. On we go!!)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners, and special thanks to J.K. Rowling for creating such a schway (yes, Kawaiito, SCHWAY!!) universe. Note, here, the idea of Touma burning food in this way was concocted not by me, but by the ever-resourceful Mrs. Strata. Madam, we all salute you. Well, maybe except Silverfox's Greenie, he'll just sniff you.
Ch. 1
Hogwarts, Hogwarts,
Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please.
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees.
-Part of the Hogwarts school song.
Harry awoke to the sound of shrill shrieking just outside of his door. Wrenching the curtains on his bed apart, he stumbled out into the corridor where he found none other than Hermione shrieking.
"See here, Hermione, what's all this noise?"
Hermione turned to Harry, her face lit up with glee.
"I've just gotten an owl from my parents. They say they've gotten a letter that some guest students are coming to Hogwarts next year!"
"Oh?" Ron had joined them, looking not much more awake than Harry was. "And who are they?"
"The Sailor Senshi!!"
Touma frowned. "I've never heard of this 'Hogwarts," he said. "How are we to know that this offer is legitimate? And how are you supposed to get there?"
Ami rolled her eyes and smiled. "We're taking a plane to London next week. Sometime over the summer, we're going to a place called Diagon Alley, where we'll buy our school stuff."
She gently packed her henshin stick into the folds of her clothes. She'd need something to wear before getting her school robes. Touma sighed.
"I would feel better about this if I could come with you."
Ami kissed him on the forehead.
"I know you would, but I'm afraid it simply isn't possible. You've too much to deal with here with already without worrying about potions and spells and all that. Don't worry," she added. "We'll be fine."
Hermione was whispering excitedly about which house which senshi would be sorted into.
"I'm almost certain that Mercury will be in Ravenclaw," she said. "After all, she's supposed to be extremely smart…"
Harry speared a sausage. He glanced up at the ceiling of the Great Hall, which showed the sky outside to be a clear, balmy blue. He stuffed the unfortunate sausage into his mouth and chewed while Hermione prattled on.
"…Uranus will probably go into Hufflepuff, she's one of the most loyal senshi there are. As for Pluto, I think…"
Ron rolled his eyes and grinned at Harry. The news had spread like wildfire across the school that the nine legendary soldiers were coming to Hogwarts for a year, thanks in no small part to Hermione.
Malfoy, of course, didn't like it.
"They're nothing but muggles in sailor costumes," he commented loudly at the Slytherin table. "They don't have an iota of real magic in them. Why didn't they receive an invitation to Hogwarts when they were younger if they did?"
He took a swig from his goblet and turned back to Crabbe and Goyle. "I bet they're all at the bottom of the class."
Usagi grew increasingly nervous as the plane approached London. She and her fellow senshi would be sorted into the school at a sixth-year level. The kids there were going to have a six year jump on her. She swallowed nervously. She was far enough behind in school when she'd started on time with everyone else. Now she was being given a six year handicap?
She began to pout.
"I wonder how we'll get to this Diagon Alley," Minako said at the Baggage claim. She peered at the sheet of laminated paper before her. "It's not on any of the maps."
"Of course not," Makoto said, picking up Usagi's huge case. "It's magical. Professor Dumbledore said he'd have someone from the Ministry of Magic waiting for us in a car outside. They're supposed to take us to where we'll be staying."
"I hope so," Usagi said, struggling to get a suitcase off of the carousel. "You know how horrible I am with directions."
Haruka chuckled and she and Michiru gently lifted the case off of the carousel. "You'll always have us to point you back in the right direction, Usagi-chan."
A balding man with red hair wearing a patched suit came up to them once they exited the airport.
"Are you the Senshi?"
Minako smiled. "We are. You must be the person from the Ministry of Magic."
The man smiled and nodded. "I'm Arthur Weasley, I work in the Misuse of Muggle artefacts department. I've been instructed to give you all a ride to the Leaky Cauldron."
He opened the door of the rather small car. Chibiusa peered in dubiously.
"Will we all fit?"
Arthur smiled and nodded. "I've had the car-er-enhanced. This is the family car, so would you mind not mentioning this to my wife, Molly?"
Setsuna smiled. "Of course."
Harry was having a perfectly horrible Dursley holiday, as per usual. They didn't lock him in his room, not with the fear that Sirius might come and turn them all into toads at Harry's wish, but they did their best to otherwise make Harry's life horrid.
Harry rose one morning in July , shortly before his sixteenth birthday. He yawned and looked up, realising that Hedwig was waiting on top of her cage with a letter in her beak. Harry took the letter and, giving Hedwig a grateful pat, put her in her cage. He recognised Hermione's neat handwriting immediately. He opened the piece of parchment. It had only two words on it.
"They're here!"
Harry smiled. Maybe this year at Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad.
Rei looked up at the small pub.
"This is the Leaky Cauldron?"
She turned to Arthur. "It doesn't look at all out of the ordinary."
Arthur smiled. "Step inside."
The nine or so girls stepped inside and they were immediately bombarded with witches and wizards coming up and shaking their hands. The Leaky Cauldron hadn't seen such excitement since the first time Harry Potter himself had stepped into it. After a few moments, the keeper waded through the excited throng and guided the girls up to their respective rooms. He smiled.
"Rubeus Hagrid will be here in the morning to show you around Diagon Alley."
Usagi involuntarily shuddered. This Hagrid, whoever he was, had a name that reminded her a little too much of a certain red-headed Dark Kingdom agent back home. The keeper told them when supper would be ready and advised them to get much sleep: they'd all need it. Arthur grinned.
"I daresay my sons and daughter will all be by to meet you, not to mention their friends."
"How many people are we talking about?" Makoto asked nervously. Arthur smiled reassuringly. "Six people, tops; my twin sons, Fred and George, my other son Ron, my daughter Ginny, and Ron's friends, Harry and Hermione."
Minako smiled as well. "That will be fine."
Arthur sighed and looked at the clock. "Time for me to go. My wife will be expecting me."
He waved goodbye and disappeared down the stairs-literally. Everyone blinked a few times.
"Wow!" Chibiusa said. "When will we learn to do that??"