Hi, everyone! This is a Sailor Moon/ Harry Potter x-over. I assure you that it is very original. As far as the plot goes, this story takes place at Hogwarts and it's not the usual "get transported to a different dimension" story (not that I'm against those). Sailor Moon's story is not the same that you know. I've taken her character along with the senshi and... you'll just have to read!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Sailor Moon. No infringement intended, so don't sue.
Ancient Myths and Forgotten Lore
After the Hogwarts four established the school, many disputes arose between Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. Salazar was growing more powerful by the day, and when the others sensed the evil in his heart, they grew worried. Finally, Godric challenged Salazar to a wizard's duel. In this amazingly intense battle, Godric managed to gain the upper hand. In the last few moments of the fight, Salazar was at Godric's feet. He gazed up at Godric with his cold, piercing eyes.
"One is coming; the one that will fulfill my great dreams, one even more deadly than I!" Salazar cackles menacingly, "and you won't be alive to stop him!"
With that, Salazar was no more.
The remaining three were uneasy about Salazar's threat. They summoned up all the magic they could. This included magic from dragons, unicorns, phoenixes, centaurs, the stars, the planets, and anything else that possessed magical properties. They placed the magic into a painting and enchanted it so that it would only reveal itself to one worthy of its power. Over the years, wizards of all sorts tried to find the painting and obtain its magic but their search was all in vain. Many came to believe that it was a mere myth, and the painting was soon forgotten.
There is a legend:
The light has been sealed
Serenity lay dormant
The dark has been vanquished
Bringing a new threat of torment
Gryffindor and Slytherin
Have long past away
Two new warriors
Must now be named
They shall finish the war
That continuously refuses to die
Between chivalry and betrayal
Concerning truth and lies
The outcome of the battle
Lies deep within the heart
Of the one that has been chosen
By the mystical work of art
On the night the werewolf howls
The one whom death was unable to conquer
Shall bestow the greatest gift one can receive
And in turn, will release the ultimate power
************************************************************
Harry was having quite a dull summer holiday. Funny, most people look forward to the holidays. Oh well. Harry looked back down at the letter he had recently received from Hogwarts. He glanced at the list of books he needed to purchase. The list was rather typical. There was, however, one book that stood out among the others.
Ancient Myths and Forgotten Lore
Harry tried to guess what class that he would need this book for. It couldn't be history. Professor Binns didn't believe in studying legends, only provable facts. Harry thought about the rest of his classes but none of them seemed to fit with the book either. He soon gave up and decided that he would soon find out anyway. Harry lay back on his bed. Only two weeks until September 1st, two weeks until he could go back to Hogwarts. He still hadn't went to Diagon Alley for his school supplies. He wondered how he would get there or who would take him. He then decided to call Ron the next day. With that last thought, Harry slipped off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
"Wake up Boy!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his uncle, who seemed to be in an unusually good mood. "Hurry up and get dressed. We're having company over!"
"Then why do I have to get dressed?" a puzzled Harry asked.
"Because this is one visitor that I would like you to meet!" Vernon's smile frightened Harry and left him even more confused.
After his uncle left the room, Harry pulled on some of Dudley's hand-me-downs and trudged down the stairs. He found the rest of the family sitting in the living room. Harry then sat down with them.
"When is the guest arriving?" Harry asked. However, he did not need an answer. After the doorbell rang, Uncle Vernon made his way to open the door. When the door was opened, Harry blinked several times and even wiped off his glassed with his shirt. Harry could not believe his eyes. A stern woman who wore square framed glasses and her hair pulled back in a tight bun was standing in the doorway.
"Professor McGonagol?" Harry mustered.
"Please, do sit down," Uncle Vernon said gesturing to the an empty chair. "I've been waiting for this day to come for years."
"Actually, I'm on a rather tight schedule. I was simply hoping to pick up Harry and be on my way. I have a meeting later and I must take Harry to the store. That is, if you would like to come with me, Harry."
"Where to?" he asked curiously, "And why are we going to the store?"
"I can't have you of all people dressed in... in... well, look at you! You deserve so much better!" McGonagol stopped once she saw Vernon start to redden with anger. Anyway, Dumbledore has asked your aunt and uncle if they would mind if you came and stayed with me for the rest of the holidays.
"I'd love to, but what for?"
Now it was McGonagol's turn to be puzzled, "Have you not read the papers?"
"I don't get the Daily Prophet," he replied hastily, wanting her to get on with it.
"Oh," the professor had a look of dread on her face. "Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this but the dementors left Azkaban and the prisoners were then set free. They joined the ranks of You-Know-Who. Only one prisoner remained. He was too weak to move, much less walk. When the ministry showed up, he was barely alive. He told them that You-Know-Who has won and that you, Harry, will be stuffed and hanged on a wall; you will be his trophy. I don't mean to frighten you but they're after my and, under current circumstances, Albus wants you under better protection.
"Frighten me?" Harry questioned. "Professor, this is the story of my life. Think about it, when haven't I had Voldemort after me?"
McGonagol flinched at the sound of that name, "All too true."
Two days later, Professor McGonagol took Harry to Gringotts and Diagon Alley. There, he met up with Hermione and Ron.
"Hi Harry!" Hermione squealed.
"Who are you here with?" asked Ron.
At that moment, McGonagol walked up to Harry and asked, "One more store to go. Are you ready to go to Flourish and Blotts?"
"Professor?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Hello Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger," she smiled.
"No offense but why are you here with her?" Ron wondered.
"I live with her," was Harry's reply.
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. They were both equally confused. Harry then explained about Voldemort and Dumbledore's wishes.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione whined.
Harry, not wanting pity, shrugged his shoulders, " Well, I have books to buy."
At Flourish and Blotts, Harry was busy looking for the last book on his list: Ancient Myths and Forgotten Lore.
"Harry, what's taking you so long?" asked Ron.
"I can't find this one," he replied.
Hermione glanced at Harry's list. "I thought that you and Ron were in all the same classes."
"We are"
"This book isn't on his book or mine."
"What?" Harry said. He then went over to McGonagol and asked her about the book.
"Well, Harry, I don't really know what to tell you. Maybe there's some sort of mistake. I think you should get the book just in case, though."
"I can't find it anywhere," he said in turn.
"Then I'll go ask someone who works here."
When she came back, her face bore a frown. "This is their only copy and it seems they've never had any others either." She held out an ancient looking, leather bound book. Harry started to open it but then realized that it was locked (A/N like some diaries).
"Do you have the key?" Harry asked hopefully.
"The clerk said they don't know what happened to it. I'm sorry."
Harry cast his eyes to the ground in dismay.
Professor McGonagol told Harry that they would be staying in the castle. Harry took his belongings, along with the new clothes the professor had bought him, up to Gryffindor tower. He put them in his usual room. He came across the mysterious book. He got out his wand and tried every spell and charm he could think of to get the book open but nothing worked. He finally fell asleep with the book held loosely in his arms.
"Take this and learn of your destiny," a silvery voice said.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, turning in circles and looking all about him trying to find the voice's owner.
It was no use though. In every direction he looked was darkness scattered with twinkling lights and an eerie mist.
Suddenly a golden key could be seen. It looked ancient and very frail. It found its way into Harry's palm.
Harry sat up in his bed and looked at his surroundings. "Just a dream," he muttered. But then Harry felt something hard that felt awkward in his palm. He slowly opened up his fist and gasped. The key was there. Harry hurriedly put the key in the lock and... it fit!
On the first page there was the table of contents. He scrolled down the page waiting for something to catch his eye.
Knock, knock...
Harry slammed the book shut and hid it under his covers. "Come in."
It was a girl, a beautiful girl. She had long golden hair and big sparkling sapphire eyes. "I was wondering if you were awake yet."
"Yea, but, don't take this the wrong way, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm an exchange student," she smiled. Oh that gorgeous smile!"
"Have you been sorted?"
"Yes, I just arrived last night and Dumbledore had me sorted upon my arrival," was her answer. "I'm a Gryffindor."
"What year are you in?"
"I'm a fifth year, actually. Anyway, I'm bored so let's go!"
"Go where?"
"Anywhere! I'm new here and I don't know my way around yet." She then grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out the door.
When they were finally at the doors of the Great Hall, Harry managed to slow her down. She then turned and smiled at him, still holding onto his hand. He did not intend to be the one that let go either.
"What would you like to see?" he asked politely.
"How about the forest?!"
"You do know its dangerous right?" But before he could get an answer she was off, pulling him right behind her.
Once they entered the forest, she slowed down to a walking pace and let go of Harry's hand. Harry deeply wished she hadn't. Harry then turned to look at her glowing face. He wanted to say something just so he would hear her voice again.
"So..." he began, but was silenced when she motioned for him to look ahead.
Well, how was it? I had to get some things established before I really got into the story. Please review. I would be glad to get any advice you have to give.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Sailor Moon. No infringement intended, so don't sue.
Ancient Myths and Forgotten Lore
After the Hogwarts four established the school, many disputes arose between Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. Salazar was growing more powerful by the day, and when the others sensed the evil in his heart, they grew worried. Finally, Godric challenged Salazar to a wizard's duel. In this amazingly intense battle, Godric managed to gain the upper hand. In the last few moments of the fight, Salazar was at Godric's feet. He gazed up at Godric with his cold, piercing eyes.
"One is coming; the one that will fulfill my great dreams, one even more deadly than I!" Salazar cackles menacingly, "and you won't be alive to stop him!"
With that, Salazar was no more.
The remaining three were uneasy about Salazar's threat. They summoned up all the magic they could. This included magic from dragons, unicorns, phoenixes, centaurs, the stars, the planets, and anything else that possessed magical properties. They placed the magic into a painting and enchanted it so that it would only reveal itself to one worthy of its power. Over the years, wizards of all sorts tried to find the painting and obtain its magic but their search was all in vain. Many came to believe that it was a mere myth, and the painting was soon forgotten.
There is a legend:
The light has been sealed
Serenity lay dormant
The dark has been vanquished
Bringing a new threat of torment
Gryffindor and Slytherin
Have long past away
Two new warriors
Must now be named
They shall finish the war
That continuously refuses to die
Between chivalry and betrayal
Concerning truth and lies
The outcome of the battle
Lies deep within the heart
Of the one that has been chosen
By the mystical work of art
On the night the werewolf howls
The one whom death was unable to conquer
Shall bestow the greatest gift one can receive
And in turn, will release the ultimate power
************************************************************
Harry was having quite a dull summer holiday. Funny, most people look forward to the holidays. Oh well. Harry looked back down at the letter he had recently received from Hogwarts. He glanced at the list of books he needed to purchase. The list was rather typical. There was, however, one book that stood out among the others.
Ancient Myths and Forgotten Lore
Harry tried to guess what class that he would need this book for. It couldn't be history. Professor Binns didn't believe in studying legends, only provable facts. Harry thought about the rest of his classes but none of them seemed to fit with the book either. He soon gave up and decided that he would soon find out anyway. Harry lay back on his bed. Only two weeks until September 1st, two weeks until he could go back to Hogwarts. He still hadn't went to Diagon Alley for his school supplies. He wondered how he would get there or who would take him. He then decided to call Ron the next day. With that last thought, Harry slipped off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
"Wake up Boy!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his uncle, who seemed to be in an unusually good mood. "Hurry up and get dressed. We're having company over!"
"Then why do I have to get dressed?" a puzzled Harry asked.
"Because this is one visitor that I would like you to meet!" Vernon's smile frightened Harry and left him even more confused.
After his uncle left the room, Harry pulled on some of Dudley's hand-me-downs and trudged down the stairs. He found the rest of the family sitting in the living room. Harry then sat down with them.
"When is the guest arriving?" Harry asked. However, he did not need an answer. After the doorbell rang, Uncle Vernon made his way to open the door. When the door was opened, Harry blinked several times and even wiped off his glassed with his shirt. Harry could not believe his eyes. A stern woman who wore square framed glasses and her hair pulled back in a tight bun was standing in the doorway.
"Professor McGonagol?" Harry mustered.
"Please, do sit down," Uncle Vernon said gesturing to the an empty chair. "I've been waiting for this day to come for years."
"Actually, I'm on a rather tight schedule. I was simply hoping to pick up Harry and be on my way. I have a meeting later and I must take Harry to the store. That is, if you would like to come with me, Harry."
"Where to?" he asked curiously, "And why are we going to the store?"
"I can't have you of all people dressed in... in... well, look at you! You deserve so much better!" McGonagol stopped once she saw Vernon start to redden with anger. Anyway, Dumbledore has asked your aunt and uncle if they would mind if you came and stayed with me for the rest of the holidays.
"I'd love to, but what for?"
Now it was McGonagol's turn to be puzzled, "Have you not read the papers?"
"I don't get the Daily Prophet," he replied hastily, wanting her to get on with it.
"Oh," the professor had a look of dread on her face. "Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this but the dementors left Azkaban and the prisoners were then set free. They joined the ranks of You-Know-Who. Only one prisoner remained. He was too weak to move, much less walk. When the ministry showed up, he was barely alive. He told them that You-Know-Who has won and that you, Harry, will be stuffed and hanged on a wall; you will be his trophy. I don't mean to frighten you but they're after my and, under current circumstances, Albus wants you under better protection.
"Frighten me?" Harry questioned. "Professor, this is the story of my life. Think about it, when haven't I had Voldemort after me?"
McGonagol flinched at the sound of that name, "All too true."
Two days later, Professor McGonagol took Harry to Gringotts and Diagon Alley. There, he met up with Hermione and Ron.
"Hi Harry!" Hermione squealed.
"Who are you here with?" asked Ron.
At that moment, McGonagol walked up to Harry and asked, "One more store to go. Are you ready to go to Flourish and Blotts?"
"Professor?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Hello Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger," she smiled.
"No offense but why are you here with her?" Ron wondered.
"I live with her," was Harry's reply.
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. They were both equally confused. Harry then explained about Voldemort and Dumbledore's wishes.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione whined.
Harry, not wanting pity, shrugged his shoulders, " Well, I have books to buy."
At Flourish and Blotts, Harry was busy looking for the last book on his list: Ancient Myths and Forgotten Lore.
"Harry, what's taking you so long?" asked Ron.
"I can't find this one," he replied.
Hermione glanced at Harry's list. "I thought that you and Ron were in all the same classes."
"We are"
"This book isn't on his book or mine."
"What?" Harry said. He then went over to McGonagol and asked her about the book.
"Well, Harry, I don't really know what to tell you. Maybe there's some sort of mistake. I think you should get the book just in case, though."
"I can't find it anywhere," he said in turn.
"Then I'll go ask someone who works here."
When she came back, her face bore a frown. "This is their only copy and it seems they've never had any others either." She held out an ancient looking, leather bound book. Harry started to open it but then realized that it was locked (A/N like some diaries).
"Do you have the key?" Harry asked hopefully.
"The clerk said they don't know what happened to it. I'm sorry."
Harry cast his eyes to the ground in dismay.
Professor McGonagol told Harry that they would be staying in the castle. Harry took his belongings, along with the new clothes the professor had bought him, up to Gryffindor tower. He put them in his usual room. He came across the mysterious book. He got out his wand and tried every spell and charm he could think of to get the book open but nothing worked. He finally fell asleep with the book held loosely in his arms.
"Take this and learn of your destiny," a silvery voice said.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, turning in circles and looking all about him trying to find the voice's owner.
It was no use though. In every direction he looked was darkness scattered with twinkling lights and an eerie mist.
Suddenly a golden key could be seen. It looked ancient and very frail. It found its way into Harry's palm.
Harry sat up in his bed and looked at his surroundings. "Just a dream," he muttered. But then Harry felt something hard that felt awkward in his palm. He slowly opened up his fist and gasped. The key was there. Harry hurriedly put the key in the lock and... it fit!
On the first page there was the table of contents. He scrolled down the page waiting for something to catch his eye.
Knock, knock...
Harry slammed the book shut and hid it under his covers. "Come in."
It was a girl, a beautiful girl. She had long golden hair and big sparkling sapphire eyes. "I was wondering if you were awake yet."
"Yea, but, don't take this the wrong way, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm an exchange student," she smiled. Oh that gorgeous smile!"
"Have you been sorted?"
"Yes, I just arrived last night and Dumbledore had me sorted upon my arrival," was her answer. "I'm a Gryffindor."
"What year are you in?"
"I'm a fifth year, actually. Anyway, I'm bored so let's go!"
"Go where?"
"Anywhere! I'm new here and I don't know my way around yet." She then grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out the door.
When they were finally at the doors of the Great Hall, Harry managed to slow her down. She then turned and smiled at him, still holding onto his hand. He did not intend to be the one that let go either.
"What would you like to see?" he asked politely.
"How about the forest?!"
"You do know its dangerous right?" But before he could get an answer she was off, pulling him right behind her.
Once they entered the forest, she slowed down to a walking pace and let go of Harry's hand. Harry deeply wished she hadn't. Harry then turned to look at her glowing face. He wanted to say something just so he would hear her voice again.
"So..." he began, but was silenced when she motioned for him to look ahead.
Well, how was it? I had to get some things established before I really got into the story. Please review. I would be glad to get any advice you have to give.
