A/N: I feel extremely guilty. Its been, like, what, over a month since I've last posted a new chapter to any of my fics? Ugh! And especially since all you readers out there have been very nice and reviewed at my work! Not a single flame! Anyways, by popular demand, here is the next chapter to "Exchange Student", my CCS/Harry Potter crossover fic! Hopefully, the questions i received will be answered in this chapter. If not, ask them again, because ff.net is giving me some difficulties. Thanks!

Disclaimer: CCS belongs to CLAMP, and Harry Potter to Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I'm really not in the mood to discuss it right now.

Fuyu no Iki: Konnichiwa minna! Welcome once more to the world of fanfiction!
Syaoran: What do you mean, 'welcome once more'? They were probably already in it, and now that they're reading your fics they'll be horribly snapped out of it.
Fuyu no Iki: .
Sakura: Mou, Syaoran, that wasn't very nice!
Syaoran: But its true!
Fuyu no Iki: Okay, you guys! Now, remember, you don't know each other yet! Now get into the scene, and get ready for the second chapter!
Syaoran: .
Sakura: Yay! More chapters!
Fuyu no Iki: *sighs* And on with the fic!

Chapter 2: Defence Against the Dark Arts

A/N: This is a CCS/Harry Potter crossover. They are in their 6th year at Hogwarts, which means everyone is 16.

It was the first full day at Hogwarts. Each student woke up and found their schedules on their night tables next to their four poster beds. Like all the rest of the students, Sakura woke up to the intrusion of sunshine and the chirping of birds. Yawning, she sat up, rubbing her eyes, and glanced around, while smiling at what would become her home for the entire school year. Snatching her schedule from her table, she hurriedly got dressed in her black wizarding robes while Hermione waited for her impatiently. It had been the third time that morning that she had to wake her up. Rushing into the common room, they bumped into a sleepy Harry and Ron, and ended up half dragging them down to the Great Hall, where most of the students already sat, eating breakfast. A few minutes later, every seat was filled with hungry students that were feasting on the large breakfast that the house elves had made. By now, Hermione had fully given up her protest against the working conditions of the elves after finally accepting the fact that they were happy as they were.
Suddenly, a large fluttering of wings was heard as hundreds of owls flew into the room, delivering messages, packages, and newspapers to their owners. Harry and Hermione both received newspapers and Harry also got a letter from Hagrid. Looking up at Sakura, they all noticed how she was staring in awe at the sight of owl post.
"Hey, Sakura, haven't you ever seen owl post before?" asked Harry.
"Yes, of course I have, but never with these many owls!" she exclaimed, snapping out of her trance.
"But then how did you receive your mail?" questioned Hermione with interest.
"Well," began Sakura, "every morning our Headmaster would recite a spell in which we all said our names and a little light the colour of our choice, which could be different every time if desired, would appear and light up if we had mail for us outside, where the owls left it, so we would never see them. Then, using a summoning charm," she added, reminding them of what her school specialized in, "we received our mail," Sakura concluded.
"But why didn't you just use owls?" queried Ron in between mouthfuls of food.
"Because our Headmaster was allergic to them,"
"Then why didn't he just use the allergy potion to get rid of it?" wondered Hermione knowledgeably.
"Because he was allergic to that too!"
They all laughed a little at how silly it seemed, then turned their attention to their schedules.
"Ooh, we start off with double Defence Against the Dark Arts!" exclaimed Hermione excitedly.
"And with the Slytherins," muttered Ron darkly.
"Hey, cheer up," protested Harry, "at least we don't have them for potions,"
"Yeah, that's with the Hufflepuffs this year," noted Hermione.
"Who's the Dark Arts teacher?" asked Sakura.
"Why, I am, Sakura-chan," someone said behind her.
Sakura jumped and turned around, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared blankly at the figure.
"Mou, Eriol-kun!" shouted Sakura, "Don't do that!"
"But aren't' you happy to see me?" questioned Eriol, faking sadness.
"Of course I am, but you shouldn't sneak up on people like that!" she said, getting up and hugging him, while nearby, an amber eyed Slytherin glared at them.
"Hey, Sakura," began Ron, "isn't that the evil half reincarnation of Clow Reed you told us about?"
Sakura sweat dropped. "So that's what you've been saying about me behind my back," he retorted playfully.
"But you are!" Sakura protested.
"I am what?"
"Evil!" she exclaimed.
"Now, now, card mistress, what would dear Tomoyo think if she heard you say that?"
"I would think," said Tomoyo, stepping out of the crowd, surprising everyone once more, "that my Sakura-chan was absolutely correct about Mr. Hiiragizawa," she said, spinning him around so he was facing her, "but that he should never change," she murmured, kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Tomoyo-chaaaaan!" screamed Sakura, hugging her friend.
"Hey, Sakura!" Tomoyo exclaimed, "Its nice to see you too, but can you let go of before you strangle me?"
Sakura quickly let go of her. "Oops, sorry Tomoyo. Its just that I'm so happy that my friends are here with me!"
"You wouldn't believe who else is here," put in Eriol.
"Who, Nakuru and Suppi-chan?"
"Other than them," said Eriol, shuddering as he remembered how Nakuru was tormenting Spinel on the trip to Hogwarts.
"I don't know then!" protested Sakura.
"Mizuki-sensei!" shouted Tomoyo.
"You mean Miss Kaho? But why would she be here?"
"Well, I'm considered too young to be a teacher, so Miss Kaho kindly agreed to teach here with me as her assistant. And before you ask, Tomoyo is here as my special guest, since she has no magical capabilities."
"But I did bring along a camera and other materials so I can tape my kawaii Sakura-chan and see her in all the kawaii new clothes and holiday outfits along with dress robes I make her!" Tomoyo squealed with stars in her eyes, as Hermione, Harry, and Ron all listened intently with huge sweat drops.
"Well, I guess we now know who the new teacher is," Harry muttered, on time to hear Tomoyo's new outburst.
"Ooh, and maybe I'll finally get a tape about you, Sakura, and be able to call it 'Kawaii Sakura-chan's First Crush'!"

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Sakura, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked to their first class of the day, alongside the other Gryffindors. Entering the classroom, they found their teachers, Mizuki Kaho and Hiiragizawa Eriol, already there. Sakura walked up to them quickly as the others sat down, saving her a seat in the front row.
"Where's Tomoyo?" questioned Sakura in Japanese. (Tomoyo-chan wa doko desu-ka?)
"She's looking around the school grounds," replied Eriol (Kanojo wa gakko ga mawari ni miru desu.)
"Thanks!" (Arigato!) Sakura speedily turned around from her short conversation with Eriol, and sat down in her front row seat in between Hermione and Neville.
Moments later, the Slytherins walked noisily into the room, taking the remaining available seats. The Gryffindors outnumbered them by two people. Malfoy and Harry glared at each other for a moment, then turned around to face the front of the room. Kaho stood up from her leaning position on the long teacher's desk, which had two chairs behind it.
"Welcome, students, to your first class of Defence Against the Dark Arts, along with your very first class of the new school year. Judging by the files left by your previous teachers, you have covered some creatures, history, curses, and counter curses of the Dark Arts. This is all very good, but you still haven't covered what would happen if you ended up in a duel, or confronting some of the more terrifying creatures, or the more rare attacks. Now, I realize that you have had some experience in dueling, but that is not enough! This term, not only will you perfect your skills, but you will encounter some of these new creatures, new curses, new situations," Kaho paused for a moment, "and different methods of dueling, other than with a wand. This may not sound much like the Dark Arts, but it is part of Defence. So in conclusion," she smiled her mysterious, friendly smile, "we have a lot of work to do, so lets get started!"
"That's all very good, Kaho, but we haven't introduced ourselves. I am Eriol Hiiragizawa, your ­"
"Evil," muttered Sakura.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sniggered quietly. Eriol then smiled his evil, trademark smirk.
"Sakura, I'm surprised at you. Do you not have any decency? We all know what you think of me, but saying it in class will not benefit others."
Sakura grinned in exasperation. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she spoke in clear, mock respect, "It is so unfortunate that the great, and evil, half reincarnation is not happy. So what are you going to do now? Torture me some more, hide behind Tomoyo, or fake your innocence like you always have?"
Most of the class gasped at the remarks being passed between the teacher and student. It was disrespectful to talk back to a teacher, but they were all very confused at what was being said. Was this one of the defences they had to learn against the Dark Arts?
"Eriol, Sakura, that is enough. Save your disputes for after classes, okay? Eriol, you're acting like a child. Are you my assistant or not?" Kaho asked, while restoring the order in the classroom.
Eriol rolled his eyes and Sakura smiled innocently, as the fight ended, and two students put up their hands.
"Yes?" Eriol asked the first one.
"Is this part of the lesson?" the student questioned.
Eriol flushed. "No, just a little... argument between Sakura and I. She is convinced that I'm always up to no good."
"Well, you aren't!" defended Sakura.
Eriol sighed. "Yeah?" he looked at the other student.
"How do you and Sakura know each other?" queried the pupil.
Eriol smiled slightly. "Once, I was the foreign student from England, going to Japan, not how it is now. When I was there, I met Sakura because we were in the same class. I ended out... err... helping her out with some stuff. In fact, the year before, Miss Mizuki was her Math teacher."
The class thought this over a little, realizing that Eriol was their age, and Kaho a little over twice theirs. Seamus Finnigan's hand shot into the air.
"What did she mean by 'reincarnation'?" he asked, curiously.
Eriol hesitated. "Oh well, why not. I'm the -"
"Evil" Sakura inputted quickly.
"-half reincarnation of the magician, Clow Reed." he said, while glaring at Sakura. "Well, enough of that, you can call me Eriol, and Kaho you may call Miss Mizuki."
At the back of the class, someone's attention was caught. 'Clow Reed? Him? No wonder I sensed a different kind of magic from him. And this Kaho Mizuki... she seems different, too. I'll have to keep my eye on them. Now there's no question about it. That girl, Sakura, has the Clow Cards, and he must have helped her capture them or something. But then, I wonder why she called him evil... I have some investigating to do. And what better way to find something out... then by force" the young, amber eyed teen thought to himself, 'And its not like its going to be hard. No sooner would I let her keep the cards then I would help or pity her, let alone anything else.' he laughed bitterly to himself. 'But I don't have to worry. That will never happen.' he thought to himself for a moment, then answered his own unasked question. 'Of course I won't have to worry about that. I'm not allowed to show any emotions, for they are my weaknesses. I'm supposed to get rid of all distractions, and complete my mission by taking the Clow Cards from her, then bringing them back to my clan.' Syaoran sighed inwardly to himself. 'If that's the case, then how come I'm wishing that this destiny wasn't my own?'
"Now, class!" said Kaho, snapping Syaoran out of his jumbled and confused thoughts, "We're going to take attendance, then get started. Eriol, if you'd please."
Eriol picked up the neglected attendance sheet, and started going through the names, by last names, as everyone shouted out their presence.
"Brown! Bulstrode! Crabbe! Finnigan! Goyle! Granger! Kinomoto!" he growled this last name out in annoyance before continuing, "Li!" he shouted as an expressionless 'here' was muttered in response. "From the Li clan in China?" Eriol asked, looking up at him.
Syaoran scowled and nodded in response. Eriol then smiled his twisted and evil 'I'm up to no good, but still innocent' smile.
"Well, hello there, my cute little descendant!" he exclaimed, eyes dancing with humor.
"Don't...call...me...that!" Syaoran said, voice painfully strained as he struggled to control his temper, "I'm the descendant of Clow Reed, not you!" he shot back venomously.
Sakura turned around in her seat, shocked. 'That guy's related to Clow Reed? No wonder he seems to have a different and more powerful aura than the others!' she thought.
"Longbottom! Malfoy! Parkinson! Patil! Potter!" Eriol continued while looking up, eyes meeting Harry's, then looking back down. "Thomas! Weasely! He, by the way, I talked to your dad the other day, and he says hi, along with your mom. Zabini!" Eriol shouted out the last name to the class, voice echoing in the medium sized room, then closed the attendance booklet and set it down on the desk.
"Alright, class! Our lesson will now officially begin," announced Miss Mizuki, noticing that Eriol had finished. "We will first start off our studies with some new and dangerous creatures, and then learn different ways to fend them off. If lucky, you might get some hands-on experience. The first creature we will be studying is the Acromantula, a known wizard killer that is almost impossible to domesticate." Ron raised an eyebrow. "However, I have heard that an Acromantula has actually been partially domesticated, or more befriended, by our very own Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Rubeus Hagrid."
"Oh no," groaned Harry, "not another one of Hagrid's pets!"
"The acromantula is a monstrous eight-eyed spider that is capable of human speech. It has thick black hair and a leg span of up to fifteen feet, and pincers that click when excited or angry. They also have a poisonous secretion. I could tell you more about the acromatula, but this is a Defence lesson, not a Care of Creatures lesson. But I will add that they are carnivorous and prefer large prey," Eriol stated.
"No..." moaned Ron, "He's talking about -"
"Aragog!" finished Harry, looking just as bugged.
Harry and Ron had run into a large group of acromantulas once when in the Forbidden Forest. The group was led by Aragog, who was raised by Hagrid. They had run into him when looking for clues concerning the Chamber of Secrets, which was now permanently closed.
"Since acromantulas are very large, strong, and have an extremely thick hide, they are hard to either stun or kill, in addition to being dangerous to be around. Non-magical weapons such as swords and guns can not kill them, let alone give them a fatal injury, but a nice explosion or bomb will do the trick, but this is highly dangerous and is NOT recommended under no circumstances. It also takes about six or eight highly skilled wizards to stun it, and few spells can be used effectively against it, so there's not much to teach you here, except that your best bet would be to do a summoning charm and summon a broom to fly away, or apparate somewhere else if you can, because there is very little you can do her but run, and we are forbidden to teach you the spells that might prove that otherwise, since they are from a group of very dark spells." Miss Mizuki said.
"Although summoning a very large can of bug spray might work," Eriol joked.
A few students giggled slightly, but Kaho frowned at his joke on such a serious matter. And he was supposed to be a teacher, too! Doing her best to ignore the remaining bits of laughter, and after glaring sternly at Eriol, she continued.
"So, because they are so dangerous, we will not be giving you first hand experience of them, because even if we could obtain them, we wouldn't be allowed to bring them onto the castle grounds."
Going back to his assigned status, Eriol began to talk about their next lesson.
"The Ashwinder will be the first creature you will get to see in this class. It has been rated three out of five by the Ministry of Magic, meaning that only competent wizards or witches should cope with it. It is created by a magical fire, that is left untended for too long. They lay their eggs in dark secluded spots, and then turn into ash. Their eggs are red and give off intense heat, and can set afire the place they are in within minutes. Thus, they have to be frozen. More than one Ashwinder may be loose at once. We will teach you the appropriate freezing spell to use."
As he was explaining this, Mizuki had lit a fire in the fireplace, and sprinkled a vibrant blue powder into it, making the fire spark lightly.
"Ashwinders only come from wizarding fires, which are fires that have a magical substance put into them. We will let one creature emerge, then put out the fire. After you all get a good look at it, I will open the door to this closet," she said as she gestured at the door at the side of the room, "and let it lay its eggs. We will then demonstrate the freezing charm we wish you all to use, and you will then practice it on the pieces of hot metal that we will give you. And remember, you're not here to learn about the lives of these creatures, or to learn the properties of their eggs, which either your Care of Magical Creatures teacher, or you Potions professor, would tell you."
As she spoke, Eriol took a rectangular glass container, about as long as a foot, out from his large duffel bag. In it were two compartments. One had about 20 round balls, of a diameter of two inches, with some piled up on top of each other to fit. The second compartment was empty. It had two holes in it, however, and he stuck his wand in one of them. Muttering a well known spell under his breath, a blue flame emerged from the tip of his wand and landed on the glass, gradually taking up the small space available. Small wisps of smoke emerged from the holes, as the magical fire heated the metal balls above it.
The class waited patiently for the ashwinder to emerge from the fire, completely immersed in the lesson. Even the Slytherins couldn't hide their interest. A few minutes later, a thin, pale-grey serpent with glowing red eyes slithered out from the flames in the hearth. Several students gasped at the creature as it gracefully and quietly moved around the classroom, looking for a cold place. After all the students had viewed the ashwinder, Kaho slowly opened the door to the spacious closet. As the ashwinder finished its rounds around the room once more, it approached the open door, and glided into the closet. Quickly, all the students crowded to the door and blocked out all outside light, as they saw the magical creature go to a corner and lay three eggs. As the glowing eggs provided a thin amount of light, the students were able to see the ashwinder collapse into dust, as their teachers said it would. They could even feel the heat the eggs let out. Smoothly, Kaho walked towards the eggs and said the freezing spell loud enough so that everyone could hear it.
"Gelare!" she commanded as she pointed her wand at the eggs.
A thin, wisp of smoke appeared and filled up the space of the room, as a strand of thread-like ice came out of the wand's tip and slowly wrapped itself around the eggs. Once they were no longer visible, the now white eggs absorbed all the mist in the room, and immediately began to sparkle. Like ice.
"And that, class," Eriol said to the speechless audience, "is how you use the freezing spell, and how you get rid of the threat the eggs of the ashwinder cause."
As they all walked back to their seats, Eriol went to check to see if the egg substitutes were heated enough. As he did this, Miss Mizuki started handing out little stone bowls to keep the balls in from rolling away or letting the desks catch on fire.
"If your piece of metal loses too much heat, or if you have managed to freeze it, please inform either Eriol or I so that we can reheat it for you. If you have a question, you know the drill. Don't be afraid to ask, because a person that asks a question is a fool for five minutes, but a person who never asks is a fool forever. If you've forgotten, the incantation is 'Gelare', pronounced jè-là-ré for those of you who don't know. Begin right away once you've received the hot metal. And don't be an idiot, Finnigan," she snapped as Seamus was making funny faces Dean, who was snickering behind his hand, "and don't touch it either, because I believe that none of you would like to be sent to Madam Pomfrey on your first day back!"
With a flick of his wand (which had sun and moon markings along its sides), Eriol sent a piece of the metal to each student. He and Miss Mizuki then surveyed the class, making sure that everyone was paying attention, occasionally shouting orders of "Pull up your sleeves!" or "Stop chattering, Miss Patil!" and "This is not a game, Mr. Crabbe! Pay attention!"
The spell ended up being a lot more difficult than most of them thought. Many of the times they had to keep on stopping, because they would suddenly feel their limbs freeze as a side-effect to the spell. Some of them, however, like Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Draco, were able to create the mist that came along with the spell, but then the cold would get to them and they would accidentally break off the spell. Sakura was closer than the others, however, and she managed to get a thin strand of ice to wrap around the metal before she felt the clash of the heat and cold, and ended up breaking the spell. Suddenly the class fell silent as one of the students gasped. Turning around, everyone looked at the source of the gasp, and noticed Neville staring intently at one of the Slytherin: Syaoran Li.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Kaho as she walked towards Syaoran's desk. Sitting upon it was the metal, wrapped up tightly in a thin sheet of ice. "Very good! Class, this is what we hope for you to achieve by the end of this lesson! Well done, Li! Ten points to Slytherin for this achievement of yours!"
The whole class looked shocked as Syaoran calmly exchanged his frozen piece of metal for a hot one. And as usual, he was silent, and said nothing, ignoring the stares of his classmates. After a short period of shock, the pupils slowly turned their attention back to their work, with slightly more concentration than when they began, since each were determined to be the next successful person to master the spell. A couple of tries later, there was another success. All the students, especially Syaoran, turned their attention to her.
"Very good, Sakura," commented Eriol as she received a new piece of metal. "Since you were the second person to freeze the metal, I award the Gryffindor house with five points. Anyone else who can succeed will be awarded with one point."
Hermione looked irritated. "Why is this spell giving me so many problems?" she muttered.
Sakura heard, and turned towards her new friend. Harry and Ron both turned towards Sakura to listen to her advice. "I think it would help," she began, "if you imagined the cold. Feel the freezing power of the spell, and let it spread. Feel yourself turn to ice as you let part of your power escape and freeze the metal. I think that if you can just feel the cold that you are trying to apply in this spell, you'll be able to become one with your powers, and it will become your will."
"Wow!" Hermione exclaimed, surprised. "I never thought of it that way!"
"Yeah..." murmured Ron.
"Hmmm... it does make sense though. I mean, your power is a part of yourself." Harry stated.
Sakura nodded. "Every spell you cast takes a bit of its power from your energy. That's why after casting a particularly complex spell you feel drained. If you constantly cast these difficult spells, you'll eventually start drawing your powers from your life source, and that's when magic becomes the most dangerous."
As he heard this, it reminded Harry of the times he was practising the Expecto Patronum spell. He always felt very tired afterwards. It all made sense now. Those three weren't the only ones who heard, however. From behind, Syaoran glared at Sakura. 'She knows more than I thought.' Several moments later, three more points had been won for Gryffindor.

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It was their second class of the day, third period Charms, and with the Ravenclaws. Everyone, even the Slytherins, had walked out of their Defence Against the Dark Arts class full of satisfaction, because each and every one of them, even Neville, had managed to perform the freezing spell properly and successfully. Joining the Ravenclaw group, the Gryffindors walked into Professor Flitwick's classroom and took their seats.
"Good morning, class," said the professor, as he quickly took down attendance, taking note of the new student. "Today we will be working on shrinking charms. It comes in handy when you need to transport a large amount of items, or when you're cleaning up," he noted with a smile. "I do realize that you have already learned engorgement charms, but it is much harder to make something more compact than to enlarge it, which is why you're learning it now. It may seem trivial, but if you try to make something smaller, sometimes the spell can reverse, and drastically, making the object not get smaller, but enlarge so much that it can crush an entire block. Last time this happened was thirty-four years ago, and the Ministry of Magic had to invent the excuse that a bomb was set off by terrorists, because there were too many memories to alter. Since then, the Ministry set up a law that this spell can't be learned until 6th year. You can change the size you shrink the object by adding the number after the main spell. I will teach you up to ten times smaller." as he mentioned this, he grabbed a rather thick book and pointed his wand at it. "The main spell is 'Più Piccolo'. The numbers from two to ten are 'Due', 'Tre', 'Quattro', 'Cinque', 'Sei', 'Sette', 'Otto', 'Nove', and 'Dieci'. For example, to make this book two times smaller, I would say Più Piccolo Due." as he said this, the book shrunk to have its size. "Now, everyone try this, and remember, Più Piccolo is pronounced Pee-you Pee-coh-low, and the numbers are pronounced Do-eh, Tray, Quah-trow, cheen-quay, say, seh-teh, oh-toh, no-vey, dee-eh-chee. Everyone clear?"
A loud shuffling of books was heard as everyone picked up the large books presented to them to shrink after they had finished copying down the commands and pronunciations. The class passed rather uneventfully, and for this, they were grateful.

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It was twelve o'clock, and the entire school was assembled in the Great Hall for lunch. As the remaining straggling students finished finding a seat at their respectable tables, Dumbledore stood up.
"I'm glad to see that everyone has survived the first half of the day at Hogwarts. I've heard no complaints from the teachers so far, which is a new record. Congratulations, and may you all enjoy your lunch!"
The buzz of conversation drowned out all possible thought as the golden plates on the tables magically filled up, and hungry students hurriedly grabbed as much of their favourite foods as they could. Everyone was very happy and excited at the Gryffindor table. Except for one person.
Hermione glanced worriedly at Sakura, who didn't seem as energetic as she normally was. "What's wrong, Sakura?"
"I... I don't know, Hermione. Its just... that one Slytherin student... you know, the Chinese one."
"Oh, you mean that Li kid?" asked Ron, looking sideways at Sakura.
"Yeah, him."
"Well, he's only been here for a year," interjected Harry, "What about him, anyways?"
"Well, he just always seems to be staring at me... Its kind of freaky."
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know. But remember what Eriol said? He called him his 'cute little descendant', so he must be related to Clow Reed somehow, and not the reincarnated version."
Sakura nodded. "Yeah, and his power seemed different from yours."
"What do you mean?" questioned Harry.
"Well, each power has a colour. Your colour's are all silver, along with everyone else in this hall. Those who have a special gift have another colour entwined with their powers. Like you for example, Harry. Because of your mother's sacrifice, you have that ancient magic protecting you, giving your power a bronze outline. Because I have totally different powers, my aura is totally pink. And Li's... it wasn't silver. It was a totally different colour."
"Are you saying you can sense auras?" queried Hermione with interest.
"Yes..."
"So what colour was this Li jerk's?" asked Ron.
"Green..."
"And what's so special about that?" Harry wanted to know.
"Its just that... so few people have a different colour aura."
"I know what's so special about that." said Hermione.
"What?" questioned Ron.
"People with different coloured auras normally have a partially predestined future. They have a path they were meant to follow, or an obstacle they were meant to meet. And normally, those with different coloured powers are... more powerful than others... and, sometimes, their fates are entwined with others of different colours. But most colours represent something. Pink represents a power that would normally be used for good, and that can achieve great power. Green represents immense power too, and a great amount of uncertainty and stubbornness, and a need to be assured. But, I don't see how this is worrying you, Sakura."
"You guys... its not that. I sensed something else. And it had more power than Clow Reed's power, and about the same amount of power as me, just a different kind."
"So what was it you sensed?" Harry asked impatiently.
Sakura looked up, emerald eyes full of worry and uncertainty. "I sensed the legendary Genso Katana." she whispered.
"The what?" asked Ron, awfully confused.
"The Genso Katana! A powerful object created by Clow Reed when he was at his peak of power." noticing that they were still looking at her quizzically, she translated. "I know you've heard of it, guys. The Sword of the Elements."
Across the room at the Slytherin table, the young amber-eyed boy smiled slightly. 'So she knows.'

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A/N: Mwahahahahahahaha! Cliffhanger! Okay, so not really. But I bet most of you are dying to find out what I mean. I've changed things a little from the original CCS story. If anyone can tell me what I'm talking about with the Genso Katana, you'll earn yourselves a mention in the author notes of my next chapter. Offer ends once I've finished writing the third chapter, so hurry up and review!
Gomen nasai for taking so long to post this. I know I've been really bad in updating lately. Well, hope you've enjoyed this chapter, minna!