AN: Hi! Thanks for clicking the link again! You know, I realized I was selfish for saying I won't put this chapter up until I get enough reviews from the other chapter. But the other chapter barely had anything! But then that's why it's called a prologue.

Last time I said that I have a lot planned out for the story… That means I have most of the plot and stuff figure out. But everyone's requesting all these couples. I'm sorry, but not everybody will be happy. I will try to keep everyone happy, though. I warned you last time, this is not your typical SM/HP fanfic. But please don't stop reading! I think a lot of you stopped reading coz Mamoru ("Mamo-baka" to some of you HP/SM readers) was in the story. But please R+R! I told you I don't mind flames… Thanx for reading! Let's get on with the story, ne?

Disclaimer: Ah, this is pretty important as well. Sailor Moon and Harry Potter do not belong to me. They belong to their respectful owners, and if I did own them, I wouldn't be writing just for fun, I'd be writing for money as well. The plot is mine though, but if I add something that is in your story, I probably did not mean to. It's this thing called coincidence's fault. But great minds think alike, ne? I said probably before coz I might have read your story and added an element of it in mine without being conscious of it. Or I tried to ask you but your email doesn't work, and I won't go on with my excuses. If any of those does happen, please let me know and I will give you credit! Thank you!

Jeez, I did not plan for my ANs and my Disclaimer to be that long… Sorry… So on with the story!

A Date to England

Chapter 1

"Oooh, Mamo-chan, we're flying first class?" Usagi squealed curiously. "But since when did you have that much money? First you buy me an expensive dinner, now first class?"

"I paid for the dinner, yes, but Hogwarts paid for first class." Mamoru sighed as he took his seat in the plane.

"Hn. Hogwarts is loaded. Ne, oneesan! How does it make you feel that I'll be better at magic that you will be in seven years?"

"Shizuka yo, Shingo! That will not happen in a million years!" Usagi exclaimed to her little brother, who had been invited by Hogwarts to attend the school, now that he was eleven years of age. She knew she was exaggerating the truth, for she had seen what would happen to her ten centuries from now. She was going to be queen of Crystal Tokyo while her husband, Mamoru, rules as king. But it wasn't a complete lie anyway, so Usagi didn't feel as guilty.

"I think the two of you should be quiet, this planes mostly made up of muggles." Mamoru suggested.

Usagi looked at her boyfriend curiously. "Mamo-chan, what's a muggle?"

"It's a common term used by wizards for non-magic using fellows. Let Shingo know, as well, I'm sure the two of you don't want to look like idiots in the school. I'm also going to explain some other wizard terms." Mamoru whispered.

"I want Shingo to look like an idiot." She giggled and Mamoru gave her a look that made her tell Shingo what he needed to know.

"And never use the term 'mudblood.' That's a cruel term to describe magicians who have no wizarding background whatsoever. They've lived in a muggle environment all their life and had no idea of magic until they received the Hogwarts letter. Those who use that term might not be the type that you'll get along well with."

Usagi nodded, and then repeated Mamoru's words to Shingo. She looked back at Mamoru and asked, "So, are me and Shingo mudbloods?"

Mamoru shook his head vigorously. "Don't let anyone call you that, even if you are. Both of your parents are wizards, so that makes you a pureblood. If you hear anyone call somebody a mudblood in my class, let me know."

"It's that bad?"

Mamoru nodded. "So the next term you need to know is quidditch…"

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"Usako, wake up, its lunchtime." Mamoru whispered gently to the girl who had put her head on his shoulder.

Usagi lifted her head and opened her eyes slowly. She was about to bite what Mamoru laid on the table until he stopped her.

"Whoa, Usako, wake up. That's the menu you're about to eat there. Pick what you want first, then eat what they give you."

Usagi was now awake and ashamed for almost eating the menu. "Ah... Gomen ne… Nani? Nippon-jin no tabemono ga suki desu…" She sighed. "I guess I'll have…" Usagi started to say in broken English to the waitress. "Matte! Odango kudasai!" She exclaimed in Japanese unaware that the stewardess did not understand.

"We'll both take the dumplings." Mamoru translated for the stewardess. She handed them both the food watching a boy laugh at the girl. She shrugged it off and went on the next passengers.

"Matte! Odango kudasai!" Shingo imitated and laughed loudly.

"Urusai, Shingo!" She yelled back, making the boy stop.

"Jeez, I'm sorry…" Shingo proceeded to eat his food.

Usagi slumped back in her seat. "Mamo-chan, when can you cast that spell on me?"

"Once we're at Hogwarts, I'll ask the headmaster if I can." He replied. "It's okay, Usako. It's not your fault you're not fluent at English."

She sighed. "I guess."

"Now go eat your food before it gets cold."

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"Mamo-chan, can I ask you a question?" Usagi asked after the stewardess took their food.

"Of course you can."

"How come they asked you to be a teacher at Hogwarts? I mean, did you study there before?"

"You met me when I was eighteen, correct?" Mamoru returned her question with a question of his own.

She nodded. "Oh, I get it. There's seven years of magic training and after you finished your seventh year you just went to Muggle College?"

Mamoru nodded.

"Cool. But how come I was invited to go to Hogwarts and not some school in Japan?" Usagi asked.

"Because that school had to be torn down. Too many muggles got suspicious of it. It's difficult to hide a school in Japan. Even if magic is protecting it and all."

"Oh, I see… But then how come you never used magic as Tuxedo Kamen?"

Mamoru felt a slight shade of red coming. "And for that, I'm extremely sorry. I couldn't find the time to get my wand, which is really my cane. I just needed to shorten my cane, which I never found the time to do."

Usagi nodded and sighed. So Mamoru didn't protect her to the best of his ability. Usagi shrugged it off. He did love her to the best of his ability, and that's all that matters. She smiled at him. "It's okay Mamoru. It really doesn't matter. You love me and that's all I want." She snuggled up to him.

He kissed the top of her head. "Thank you. You see, that's just one of the reasons I love you so much."

Usagi couldn't say anything more; all she could do was enjoy this moment.

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"Mr. Arthur Weasly, I presume?"

"Yes, and you must be Professor Chiba, correct?"

Mamoru nodded in reply. Mr. Weasly had three boys with the same fiery, red hair as him and a boy with dark brown hair and green eyes beneath a pair of round glasses with him. "Family?" He asked.

Mr. Weasly chuckled. "Just the redheads. The twins are Fred and George, and they have their younger brother Ron and his best friend Harry Potter with them." Mr. Weasly gave off a proud aura showing that he has Harry Potter with them. "You do know Harry Potter, right?"

Mamoru seemed to have trouble familiarizing himself with the name. "Oh yes, I remember now! A couple of years in the muggle world, and I forget. How silly of me. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Potter.

Harry looked at his teacher, who was extending his arm for a handshake. Harry returned the handshake. "It is an honor to meet the new teacher as well."

 "Once again the famous Harry Potter gets all the attention." Ron muttered loud enough for Harry to hear, but soft enough to prevent the new defense against the dark arts teacher from hearing.

Usagi poked Mamoru. "Dare wa Harry Potter desu ka?"

"I forgot to tell you his story?" Mamoru got a nod in response. "I'm sorry. I guess I'll do that later."

"This is the girl you said you were going to be traveling with?" Mr. Weasly asked when they approached the car. "Doesn't talk much, does she?"

Usagi giggled, Shingo was laughing too much, while Mamoru just chuckled at the question. "Oh, it's because she doesn't talk much English. In fact, we need a spell to get her talking."

"Do you understand English, though?" Harry asked her once he was seated next to her in the car.

Usagi gestured a sign that Harry understood as, "Kind of..."

"I see." Harry replied. He then turned to his teacher. "Excuse me, Professor, I hope you don't mind my asking, but, how long has it been since you graduated your magic school?"

"About a couple of years ago…" Mamoru replied. "Yes, about that much time. I graduated from a magic school that used to be in Japan, but too many muggles got suspicious about it, so it had to be closed and torn down. That school didn't have much muggle protection."

Fred and George nodded. "It's a good thing, because if it wasn't, we wouldn't have a great teacher like you." Mamoru chuckled at the twins' attempt at sucking up. "You haven't even seen me teach, how can you be so sure?" He chuckled again after seeing their faces. He then turned to their father. "You think it's all right for me to perform the spell now, Mr. Weasly?" Mamoru asked once they were in a deserted area.

"We're almost at Hogwarts, I don't see why not."

"Already? That was pretty quick." Mamoru asked.

"This is an enchanted car, Professor Chiba." Mr. Weasly replied to the shocked teacher.

"Oh yes, of course. I need to start getting used to the magical world once again." Mamoru took out his wand, flickered it over Usagi, and stated, "Translatia."

Mr. Weasly was about to ask Mamoru something about the muggle world, but Usagi started talking. "Ahhh…! Thank you so much, Mamo- er… Professor Chiba. Ah, we need to talk about that too later. Anyway, thank you!" Usagi exclaimed as if she was released from a spell. She then turned to Fred and George, who had been gesturing signs to her for the past ten minutes. "I appreciate you trying to make conversation, but if you had heard Harry, he asked me if I understood English, and I gestured, 'Kind of!'" Mamoru chuckled at Usagi, Fred, and George.

"Well, we didn't hear your response." One of the twins said.

"But who's this other guy you're traveling with, Professor?" The other twin said.

Mamoru just finished casting the spell on Shingo. "He's Usa—Usagi's little brother, Shingo. He's a first year at Hogwarts."

Ron chuckled. "Watch out for Fred, George, and Peeves the Poltergeist. They're not that nice to first years."

"Gotcha." Shingo replied, while Fred and George gave Ron death glares.

"And your name's Usagi?" Ron asked for all of them.

Usagi nodded. "I guess we haven't had a proper introduction. My name's Usagi Tsukino. I'm new at Hogwarts, but I'll be a fifth year when I start."

So she was the same age as Harry and Ron. Harry can't help but think happy thoughts knowing he will have classes with the beauty sitting next to him.

"Oh, drat. You'll be having classes with Harry and Ron here, then. I do hope you'll be in Gryffindor and not Slytherin, though." One twin said.

"Fred, right?" Usagi asked.

"Good guess!" George replied with amazement for his twin.

"Okay, Fred, what's Gryffindor?"

Mamoru smacked his head. "I forgot to explain that to you, too?"

Usagi nodded. "Yep. So give Fred a chance to answer."

"Sorry, Professor, but the lass chose me." Fred dared to say to a teacher. "Gryffindor is one of the four houses at Hogwarts. The other three are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and last but of course the least, Slytherin. A sorting hat places you in your proper house. That's all I'll say for now. I'll let you discover more on your own."

"Aww… You're mean." Usagi teased.

"You'll be bored when Dumbledore gives the speech if they give you all the information." Ron replied for the twins.

"Okay, I see. Now, two questions, Ron. Who's Dumbledore and what's wrong with Slytherin?" Usagi now interviewed Ron.

Ron was shocked that such a beautiful goddess would talk to him. "Dumbledore's the headmaster of the school." He replied while trying not to show his shocked side. "All of us here are Gryffindors. Slytherin never gets along with Gryffindor: we're mortal enemies, just like Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are. But that's not the only problem with Slytherin. Most dark wizards emerge from Slytherin. And I can see some of them who just might end up being one in the future."

Usagi nodded. She would still keep an open opinion about everyone in all the houses, though. She wasn't exactly sorted yet, so she can't be biased against the Slytherins like the Gryffindors are. But even if she was sorted into Gryffindor, just because most dark wizards come from Slytherin, it doesn't mean that all Slytherins will end up as dark wizards, right?

An owl flew over the car and dropped a piece of parchment, interrupting Usagis' thoughts. "Somebody read that out for me." Mr. Weasly requested.

Ron picked it up. "It's from Professor Dumbledore. He says because of the time, he can't show Professor Chiba and Usagi around." He turned to Harry.

Usagi looked at Mamoru. "So, uh… What do we do?"

"Well, if Harry here," Ron emphasized his friend's name and rolled his eyes. "Hadn't come for summer, we could offer for you to stay, but our house is full!"

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed to Ron's tone. "You're the one that invited me!"

Usagi giggled. "Well, there has to be a hotel or something nearby, right?"

Mr. Weasly was now driving in another direction. "Of course there is, and that is where we're heading."

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"Usagi, you talk too much." Shingo said once he, his sister, and Mamoru entered the Leaky Cauldron. AN: I'm not sure if I got the right place. If it's not, please let me know. Thank you!

"Watcha mean?" Usagi replied in a confused manner.

Shingo sighed. "I wanted to make friends. But no. You had to hog all the attention. Ah, whatever? You know what, forget it."

Usagi shook her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm really really sorry. Next time you think I'm talking too much, elbow me or something."

"Yeah, I'm sure you didn't mean it. That's why I said forget it. I'll be sure to do that though. Um… We got a one-bedroom room." Shingo pointed out.

Mamoru looked around. "Well, I could sleep on the couch, and…"

"I don't mind if you stay in the same room with Usagi. Just PLEASE promise me you're not going to do anything."

Mamoru looked at Usagi. "Well, what do you want to do?"

Usagi didn't want either of the guys to feel neglected by her. "I dunno, either way's fine. What do you wanna do Shingo?"

"I wanna sleep alone. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Are you sure?" Usagi double-checked.

Shingo nodded. "Yeah, don't worry."

Usagi sighed. "Okay, fine. Goodnight, then, I guess."

"Gnight. Hey Professor Chiba what time's our meeting at Hogwarts again?"

Mamoru chuckled lightly. "After lunch. But you don't have to come. You're a first year, and it's going to be kind of unfair to the other first years. You can still come, but if you don't want to, it's okay."

Shingo nodded. "I'll decide in the morning. Good night, the two of you. And please don't do anything."

Usagi giggled. "Don't worry, good night, otouto!"

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"So, are there any other questions Professor Chiba?" An old man with a long bear and half-moon spectacles asked.

Mamoru shook his head. "No, you've given us quite a tour, Professor Dumbledore. It's an honor to teach here. But, wait; actually I do have one question. How do Hogwarts students view relationships between students and teachers?"

Usagi looked up curiously, though she tried to hide her anticipation to the answer. This was a good question.

"Yes, we require our students respect our teachers. Have I not explained to your power to take away house points and such?" Dumbledore replied.

"No, no." Mamoru shook his head. "I mean, yes, you explained that, but that wasn't what I meant. What about relationships, as in, boyfriend-girlfriend?"

Dumbledore looked at Usagi. "Oh yes. Professor McGonnagal said that you were going to teach here only if a certain friend of yours came along with you as a student. Well, we haven't had many of those incidents. Because of that, there really isn't a rule against it, so that's why I told her to tell you that it was okay, as long as a professional atmosphere is maintained. However, keep in mind that other students and teachers most likely will look down on the couple."

"I see…" Mamoru replied. "Well, I guess that's all then. Thank you very much." Mamoru shook Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore then shook Usagi's hand. "I look forward to having you at this school. I hope you will enjoy your stay at Hogwarts."

Usagi nodded. "Oh, I will, Professor Dumbledore. Thank you so much for allowing me to study here. I really, really appreciate it. I can't wait till the start of the term."

The two of them turned around and left.

"Um… Mamo-chan?"

"Yeah, Usako?"

"Are you absolutely certain you want to keep our relationship a secret one, or do you want to be open about it?" She asked.

"Didn't we agree that we won't keep it open to students?" Mamoru answered without hinting which one he really wanted to do.

"Well, I don't want students and teachers to look down on the new teacher because he has a relationship with a student. So… I guess… If it's okay with you, we'll keep it hidden…" Usagi lowered her face.

Mamoru nodded. "Under one condition."

"What?"

"When I'm not teaching you, please still call me Mamo-chan, and please let me call you Usako."

Usagi's face brightened. "Of course! Aishiteru, Mamo-chan!"

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"Man, Usagi, it's really hard to shop with you." A girl Usagi's age with bushy hair commented. "First there were the uniforms. You could have passed for a first year; you're so petite! Why did you have to throw them off by saying you're a fifth year?"

"It's not my fault, Hermione!" Usagi whined.

Hermione smiled. "And now this. You're worse than Harry when trying out wands. Harry tried more than three quarters of the store, and how many wands are left for you?"

"How's it going Usako?" Mamoru entered through the door.

"Terrible. There's about five wands left, and I don't think they'll work." Usagi replied in a semi-whining voice.

Mamoru nodded. "I see. Hermione, do you mind if the two of us are left alone?"

"No, not at all, Professor! Please excuse me." Hermione left Ollivander's slowly.

An old man entered the room with a box in hand. "Mr. Chiba, it's a pleasant surprise."

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander. I understand you're having trouble with Usako's wand?"

Mr. Ollivander nodded. "More trouble than you were."

"When I first came here, I did not understand at all what you saw in my past. But now I understand. Will it help to know that Usako is connected with my past and that she had a similar one?"

Usagi looked at Mamoru. "He knows?"

Mr. Ollivander dropped the box he was holding. "Oh, yes, yes, that helps a lot. Miss Tsukino, I just know some vague facts about your pasts. No solid facts. Whatever you want to hide from me, I'm sure you will be able to do so. I am only a person who hands out wands, nothing more, nothing less. I am not in a position to look and know everybody's past. Now, are you a Lunarian?"

Usagi looked a little shocked. "Yes, I am." She said softly.

"More than that. She is a very powerful and important Lunarian." Mamoru added.

"Of course she is. She would not remember if it were otherwise. Only important Lunarians remember if they were Lunarians. Now, please follow me."

The two followed the old man to the back of the store. The door was not visible until it was opened. "After you," Mr. Ollivander offered.

Usagi was rushed with a warm feeling when she entered the room. She did not know that she stretched her hand to touch one wand. It was the source of the warm feeling that she felt. She waved it, and she saw what Mr. Ollivander looked for: magic.

"Well, that solves everything, then. Thank you for visiting me again, Prince. Princess, it is nice to see that you have grown. It was a pleasure having you."

AN: I know, it's really bad. If you hate me because you think it's a very useless chapter, let me know. I accept flames. Why? Because I believe an author cannot improve unless his or her weak point is jabbed. It's kind of bad because it was kind of rushed because I knew some people were waiting for this. I wasn't really very inspired to do some of the parts, so it's kind of bad. If I have no inspiration, I have no good story. Well, next chapter will be better, I promise. Thanks for reading.