Okay. my second ficcy and also my first crossover between Harry Potter and
Card Captor Sakura. First things first, the main characters are sixteen,
meaning they're in their sixth year. Then Syaoran left and did not tell
Sakura that he likes her, Sakura moved after Syaoran left Tomoeda while the
rest or the characters were left in Tomoeda. Touya and Yukito (23 years
old) works in another country and isn't living with the Sakura and her dad
anymore.
My one and only disclaimer, which is applicable to all chapters: All the respective characters, songs and other miscellaneous stuff that I use in this fan fic never (and will never) belong to me but to their respective owners. Period.
Note: At this chapter or until stated, Sakura is twelve years old. And guys please review!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! I need some suggestions!!! One with the ficcy!!! Oh and another thing. about some Japanese words, phrases and sentences on this chapter, don't worry about the translation, you won't miss a thing.
Chapter One - In This Distant Town
"Flight number JR546, destination London, England, now boarding." A voice repeated over the speaker, a signal for the passengers of this certain flight number to board the specific plane.
Among the crowd of passengers boarding was a girl with shoulder-length honey brown hair who was accompanied by two other people, one was around the age of nineteen while the other around the age of 40 years old.
"Anisan!" The young girl glared annoyingly at her older brother who was obviously taunting her by messing up her hair. The girl quickly took a brush and brushed through her hair, turning it back to its natural look.
Soon the line ushered forward and a friendly stewardess was finally inside the vacuum tube, leading them to their seats.
"A12? Kore wa michi kudasai." The lady pointed to three consecutive first class seats in the front part of the plane. The young man nodded and led his little sister to one of the seats. Soon, their father then joined them.
After a few minutes, the plane started to taxi and the pilot's voice was heard in the cabin.
"Welcome to Japan Airlines. I am Michido Okida, your pilot. The seatbelt sign is on, may I request everyone to buckle up his or her seatbelts while the plain is making a taxi on the runway and while take-off. You may remove your seatbelts when the light turns off."
As if on cue, everyone bustled their sides, just to find their seat belts and the flight steward and stewardess began making round on the plane, checking if every passenger is strapped safely before they sat in their own respective seats.
--- Event skip: A few hours later ---
..::Kinomoto Sakura::..
I watched the distant blur of green that zoomed past me. We arrived in England at exactly twelve midnight. nine o'clock in Japan, and much to my dismay, jet lag suddenly affected me the moment my feet stepped out of the airport. Good thing I still had the strength to wait four minutes for an available taxi, or else Touya would end up carrying me, which is quite embarrassing to the crowd of English people.
The cab came to an abrupt stop in front of a richly decorated two-story house, which was BIG. It had walls of old rose and a grilled gate colored black. There was a Japanese garden surrounding the house, styled somewhat the traditional houses I usually find back home. The roof, I could guess even though it was dark, was made of either Spanish or Japanese roof tiles. As for each room, there were balconies for each and a glass door (with a curtain covering the glass door) separating the outside from the inside.
"We're here!" My father, Kinomoto Fujitaka, exclaimed in a cheerful way, as he, Touya and the cab driver took each share of luggage. As for me, being small and weak, just brought my personal stuff with me (especially the Tomoeda backpack).
While dad fumbled up the keys, figuring which is which, the cab driver left (after being paid of course), Touya and I, stifled a yawn.
Dad smiled at both of us. "Well, we'll just unpack tomorrow, you can choose your rooms, and any room you want. The rooms were fixed yesterday, so I guess it won't be a problem at all. as for the rest of the house, it's a bit messy, so I expect both of you to help me clean it up."
We nodded nonchalantly and headed up the stairs. I found myself in a living room setting with a television on one corner, a piano on the other and a sofa set, scattered neatly on the room. I could guess this is the family room.
I walked down the chandelier-lit hallway and found six rooms ahead. The first was the master's bedroom (with it's own bathroom), where my father would sleep. Next was a room containing nothing. The next room had nothing in it, while the remaining three were slightly smaller than the master's bedroom and had the same color theme, but the positions of the bed and the closet were changed. Each room also had their own bathroom. quite useful especially if you live with someone who takes a long time in the shower. someone like Touya.
I took the room overlooking the neighborhood and I could see a house smaller than ours. One room was lighted while the rest was completely out. I could see a silhouette or a boy and a birdcage containing an. 'wait. did I just see an owl?' I scratched my eyes, making sure my vision was clear and neared the window beside the balcony. The boy seemed to be writing on a piece of paper. as for his pet. I was still wondering whether that was an owl or two birds snuggled up together.
It was then I noticed that the boy was looking straight at me, blushing quietly, I pulled the curtains shut and sighed back.
'Close call Sakura, soon he's going to spread to his friends that the girl who lives in the old rose colored house on number 5 Privet Drive is spying on everyone while they're asleep. Then everyone might avoid you.'
--- Event skip: the next day ---
BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI- BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI- BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP!
The ringing sound of the alarm clock awakened me that day.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" I stood aback, wondering where was I. when it suddenly hit me. "Matte! We moved! Now I remember."
Quickly, I went to the bathroom, took a bath and went to the closet, to my surprise, the clothes were neatly stacked, while some were hung. 'It must be anisan or chichi who did this.' I thought, since there was no other explanation for this event.
I hurried down the stairs, galloping quickly than ever, meeting up with my dad and surprisingly, a Touya who woke up early during summer.
"Anisan! Chichi! Ohayo gozaimasu!" I greeted, kissing my dad on his cheek.
"Hai, ohayo gozaimasu!" Touya greeted back and smiling. "Thanks for the help too."
"Iie. Doo imashi. eh? What? What help? I didn't do anything but sleep last night."
"You helped clean the whole house!" Chichi pointed to every corner.
"Demo. I didn't do anything." I replied, wondering who ever did it.
"Well then. we must have a house elf in this house!" Dad concluded.
'House elf?. Well house elves, as I know, live and work in big houses, like this one. I guess it's pretty useful since none of us would be stressed out due to the workload of cleaning. Maybe I can sped tons of time in front of the computer while this house elf.'
My thought were interrupted once my father entered the room along with a creature which looks like a cross between a rabbit a deer and a reptile. It had greenish skin, rabbit-like ears and a nose that is similar to a deer's.
"This is the house elf that is responsible for the cleanliness of our house. But even though we have a house elf, it doesn't meant that my children will just sit down and make this do all the work. Of course, both of you have chores to do." Touya and I groaned in disappointment. I guess anisan had the same thoughts as mine.
"But sir," The house elf replied in a squeaky voice. "I is made to do all work, sir."
"Well then, I guess, you could cancel out washing the dishes and cleaning our rooms out of your things to do." My father replied. Much to the elf's dismay, it obeyed dutifully.
We ate after and dad left for work. as for Touya, he went out to find a new job and then I was stuck in the house with the house elf.
When boredom finally hit me, I decided that making friends outside won't do any harm. since I'm badly in need of someone to talk to.
I stepped outside the gate. On my right was a group of boys and girls playing merrily while on the other, a group of girls, sitting by the bench, huddled over talking about something. Everything was peaceful until.
SCREEEECH!
A high pitch screeching sound was heard among the neighborhood. I noticed everyone's eyes (including the passers-by) darted to one place, the house sited in front of ours. A few curious people neared the house (including me) and the screeching noise was replaced by a booming voice saying something like 'third time to pick' or something near to that.
"What's happening in there?" I wondered aloud, causing a girl about the same age of mine to notice me.
"You're new here, aren't you?" She grinned, took my hand and pulled me out of the crowd. "They're the Dursleys, you wouldn't want to mess with them. Petunia has eyes as sharp as an eagle's. She can spot dirty fingerprint on a black wall. Vernon is a huge man with a big bushy moustache, his temper is enough to make a dormant volcano explode. As for their son, Dursley, he's got an appetite of a dinosaur! He's also the class bully. And for the last one, Harry, he's adopted when his parent died. No one ever met him, but some say he has a pet owl! Some say he's also autistic and some what always talking to himself."
I blinked quietly, trying to digest the words this stranger is telling me.
"By the way, name's Francesca Johnson. I live three blocks away from that house." She introduced, pointing to the old rose colored house, rather, OUR house. I nodded quietly and gave her my name.
"Come here, I'll introduce you to my friends." She took my hand and pulled me to the group who were playing a while ago. I gave them a friendly smile and looked at them one by one. My eyes traveled from face to face until it stopped to a familiar one.
"Eh!" I yelped surprisingly. "You!" I gasped pointing to a young boy with azure blue eyes and round-rimmed glasses. He had bluish black hair and worse a mischievous smile on his face.
"Well, it's me! Whom else do you expect?" He asked nonchalantly, not wiping the annoying smile pasted on his face.
"You've met?" A raven-haired girl asked, looking at both of us.
"Of course we do, who could forget the girl who liked a certain amber-eyed boy." He taunted, still with that annoying. er. scary smiled on his face.
"And who could forget the Cheshire cat sitting on a tree, not wiping the annoying grin on his face." I replied back.
"Of course I can't forget when you dressed up as a prince in a school play!"
"Well I also remember the time you nearly drowned in the indoor swimming pool two feet in depth!"
"That was because I was still a kid!" Eriol's smiled turned into one of those mischievous grins Yamazaki-kun has.
"No way! You were in the fourth grade then!"
"How about the time you and Syaoran were fighting over Yukito?"
"Syaoran was NOT attracted to Yuki-kun! It's because Yuki-kun has powers!"
Eriol's smile faded and looked at me seriously. "Don't you mean powder?"
"Eh!" I gulped nervously. they weren't supposed to know that. Quickly, I thought of an excuse. "Not just an ordinary powder but a power that. that."
"Changes shape when you add water! Right?"
"Hai! And when you shape it into a candle, it will turn into a candle!" I sweat dropped and gave a nervous smile at my childhood friend.
"Well, I guess so. I wasn't there then." Eriol's famous annoying smile came back and pasted itself on his face.
I thought for a while then suddenly grinned. "I bet Tomoyo-chan still has the tape of you drowning on two feet high water!"
Eriol's face reddened for a while. "I wasn't drowning, I was just acting!"
"Oh yeah! You admitted last Christmas that you were afraid of water. I think Tomoyo still has the tape of that, too!"
"I was not afraid of water! It's just that." Eriol gave a nervous smile and back away a bit.
Before I could say a word, the raven-haired girl popped in the middle of our 'discussion' and gave us a cat-like smile. "I guess both of you know each other, but we don't. So what's your name anyway? Are you Japanese or Korean?"
I sweat dropped along with the others as this girl bombarded me with questions.
"That's Miki Ogami." Francesca whispered. "She's half Japanese and half Korean and she speaks Japanese, English and Korean. She has a twin, however he's not here right now. His name is Mikio Ogami."
We were once again disrupted by a booming voice coming from the Dursley household.
"Looks like a father and son disagreement." I smirked and focused my attention to the group this time, not minding the noise the house was making.
"Actually, it's father and stepson disagreement. Vernon never scolds his son, but Harry, his stepson. You might notice that he spoils Dursley too much." Eriol pointed out as a large boy of the same age went out of the door and stared at them quietly. "He's coming to join us anytime. Be ready!"
At this point, Miki stopped talking and watched the blonde boy with beady eyes approach us quietly, slowly and in a sort of steady state.
"By the way, I'm Kinomoto Sakura!" I introduced, since this boy was taking a long time to come, I guess we could make several introductions. One by one, each gave their names.
"Come on, get on with it! Your too slow!" Hideki impatiently muttered while biting his lip.
Soon, Dudley joined us and we sort of played tag and he was 'it'.
Dad arrived at that time and called me over for lunch. The rest left, leaving Dudley alone.
--- End for now ---
So how was that? Good? Bad? Not nice? Just okay? Please review. I just need at least a review before I update because I want to know if someone's reading this story. Flames are allowed. Please review!!!
Also I'm not sure if I should include this card on this story, so please give suggestions. I'm also a bit unsure of the pairings.
E-mail me, review, just tell me what you think. Pretty please???? Thankies that's all for now.
--- Chii
My one and only disclaimer, which is applicable to all chapters: All the respective characters, songs and other miscellaneous stuff that I use in this fan fic never (and will never) belong to me but to their respective owners. Period.
Note: At this chapter or until stated, Sakura is twelve years old. And guys please review!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! I need some suggestions!!! One with the ficcy!!! Oh and another thing. about some Japanese words, phrases and sentences on this chapter, don't worry about the translation, you won't miss a thing.
Chapter One - In This Distant Town
"Flight number JR546, destination London, England, now boarding." A voice repeated over the speaker, a signal for the passengers of this certain flight number to board the specific plane.
Among the crowd of passengers boarding was a girl with shoulder-length honey brown hair who was accompanied by two other people, one was around the age of nineteen while the other around the age of 40 years old.
"Anisan!" The young girl glared annoyingly at her older brother who was obviously taunting her by messing up her hair. The girl quickly took a brush and brushed through her hair, turning it back to its natural look.
Soon the line ushered forward and a friendly stewardess was finally inside the vacuum tube, leading them to their seats.
"A12? Kore wa michi kudasai." The lady pointed to three consecutive first class seats in the front part of the plane. The young man nodded and led his little sister to one of the seats. Soon, their father then joined them.
After a few minutes, the plane started to taxi and the pilot's voice was heard in the cabin.
"Welcome to Japan Airlines. I am Michido Okida, your pilot. The seatbelt sign is on, may I request everyone to buckle up his or her seatbelts while the plain is making a taxi on the runway and while take-off. You may remove your seatbelts when the light turns off."
As if on cue, everyone bustled their sides, just to find their seat belts and the flight steward and stewardess began making round on the plane, checking if every passenger is strapped safely before they sat in their own respective seats.
--- Event skip: A few hours later ---
..::Kinomoto Sakura::..
I watched the distant blur of green that zoomed past me. We arrived in England at exactly twelve midnight. nine o'clock in Japan, and much to my dismay, jet lag suddenly affected me the moment my feet stepped out of the airport. Good thing I still had the strength to wait four minutes for an available taxi, or else Touya would end up carrying me, which is quite embarrassing to the crowd of English people.
The cab came to an abrupt stop in front of a richly decorated two-story house, which was BIG. It had walls of old rose and a grilled gate colored black. There was a Japanese garden surrounding the house, styled somewhat the traditional houses I usually find back home. The roof, I could guess even though it was dark, was made of either Spanish or Japanese roof tiles. As for each room, there were balconies for each and a glass door (with a curtain covering the glass door) separating the outside from the inside.
"We're here!" My father, Kinomoto Fujitaka, exclaimed in a cheerful way, as he, Touya and the cab driver took each share of luggage. As for me, being small and weak, just brought my personal stuff with me (especially the Tomoeda backpack).
While dad fumbled up the keys, figuring which is which, the cab driver left (after being paid of course), Touya and I, stifled a yawn.
Dad smiled at both of us. "Well, we'll just unpack tomorrow, you can choose your rooms, and any room you want. The rooms were fixed yesterday, so I guess it won't be a problem at all. as for the rest of the house, it's a bit messy, so I expect both of you to help me clean it up."
We nodded nonchalantly and headed up the stairs. I found myself in a living room setting with a television on one corner, a piano on the other and a sofa set, scattered neatly on the room. I could guess this is the family room.
I walked down the chandelier-lit hallway and found six rooms ahead. The first was the master's bedroom (with it's own bathroom), where my father would sleep. Next was a room containing nothing. The next room had nothing in it, while the remaining three were slightly smaller than the master's bedroom and had the same color theme, but the positions of the bed and the closet were changed. Each room also had their own bathroom. quite useful especially if you live with someone who takes a long time in the shower. someone like Touya.
I took the room overlooking the neighborhood and I could see a house smaller than ours. One room was lighted while the rest was completely out. I could see a silhouette or a boy and a birdcage containing an. 'wait. did I just see an owl?' I scratched my eyes, making sure my vision was clear and neared the window beside the balcony. The boy seemed to be writing on a piece of paper. as for his pet. I was still wondering whether that was an owl or two birds snuggled up together.
It was then I noticed that the boy was looking straight at me, blushing quietly, I pulled the curtains shut and sighed back.
'Close call Sakura, soon he's going to spread to his friends that the girl who lives in the old rose colored house on number 5 Privet Drive is spying on everyone while they're asleep. Then everyone might avoid you.'
--- Event skip: the next day ---
BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI- BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI- BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP! BI-BIP!
The ringing sound of the alarm clock awakened me that day.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" I stood aback, wondering where was I. when it suddenly hit me. "Matte! We moved! Now I remember."
Quickly, I went to the bathroom, took a bath and went to the closet, to my surprise, the clothes were neatly stacked, while some were hung. 'It must be anisan or chichi who did this.' I thought, since there was no other explanation for this event.
I hurried down the stairs, galloping quickly than ever, meeting up with my dad and surprisingly, a Touya who woke up early during summer.
"Anisan! Chichi! Ohayo gozaimasu!" I greeted, kissing my dad on his cheek.
"Hai, ohayo gozaimasu!" Touya greeted back and smiling. "Thanks for the help too."
"Iie. Doo imashi. eh? What? What help? I didn't do anything but sleep last night."
"You helped clean the whole house!" Chichi pointed to every corner.
"Demo. I didn't do anything." I replied, wondering who ever did it.
"Well then. we must have a house elf in this house!" Dad concluded.
'House elf?. Well house elves, as I know, live and work in big houses, like this one. I guess it's pretty useful since none of us would be stressed out due to the workload of cleaning. Maybe I can sped tons of time in front of the computer while this house elf.'
My thought were interrupted once my father entered the room along with a creature which looks like a cross between a rabbit a deer and a reptile. It had greenish skin, rabbit-like ears and a nose that is similar to a deer's.
"This is the house elf that is responsible for the cleanliness of our house. But even though we have a house elf, it doesn't meant that my children will just sit down and make this do all the work. Of course, both of you have chores to do." Touya and I groaned in disappointment. I guess anisan had the same thoughts as mine.
"But sir," The house elf replied in a squeaky voice. "I is made to do all work, sir."
"Well then, I guess, you could cancel out washing the dishes and cleaning our rooms out of your things to do." My father replied. Much to the elf's dismay, it obeyed dutifully.
We ate after and dad left for work. as for Touya, he went out to find a new job and then I was stuck in the house with the house elf.
When boredom finally hit me, I decided that making friends outside won't do any harm. since I'm badly in need of someone to talk to.
I stepped outside the gate. On my right was a group of boys and girls playing merrily while on the other, a group of girls, sitting by the bench, huddled over talking about something. Everything was peaceful until.
SCREEEECH!
A high pitch screeching sound was heard among the neighborhood. I noticed everyone's eyes (including the passers-by) darted to one place, the house sited in front of ours. A few curious people neared the house (including me) and the screeching noise was replaced by a booming voice saying something like 'third time to pick' or something near to that.
"What's happening in there?" I wondered aloud, causing a girl about the same age of mine to notice me.
"You're new here, aren't you?" She grinned, took my hand and pulled me out of the crowd. "They're the Dursleys, you wouldn't want to mess with them. Petunia has eyes as sharp as an eagle's. She can spot dirty fingerprint on a black wall. Vernon is a huge man with a big bushy moustache, his temper is enough to make a dormant volcano explode. As for their son, Dursley, he's got an appetite of a dinosaur! He's also the class bully. And for the last one, Harry, he's adopted when his parent died. No one ever met him, but some say he has a pet owl! Some say he's also autistic and some what always talking to himself."
I blinked quietly, trying to digest the words this stranger is telling me.
"By the way, name's Francesca Johnson. I live three blocks away from that house." She introduced, pointing to the old rose colored house, rather, OUR house. I nodded quietly and gave her my name.
"Come here, I'll introduce you to my friends." She took my hand and pulled me to the group who were playing a while ago. I gave them a friendly smile and looked at them one by one. My eyes traveled from face to face until it stopped to a familiar one.
"Eh!" I yelped surprisingly. "You!" I gasped pointing to a young boy with azure blue eyes and round-rimmed glasses. He had bluish black hair and worse a mischievous smile on his face.
"Well, it's me! Whom else do you expect?" He asked nonchalantly, not wiping the annoying smile pasted on his face.
"You've met?" A raven-haired girl asked, looking at both of us.
"Of course we do, who could forget the girl who liked a certain amber-eyed boy." He taunted, still with that annoying. er. scary smiled on his face.
"And who could forget the Cheshire cat sitting on a tree, not wiping the annoying grin on his face." I replied back.
"Of course I can't forget when you dressed up as a prince in a school play!"
"Well I also remember the time you nearly drowned in the indoor swimming pool two feet in depth!"
"That was because I was still a kid!" Eriol's smiled turned into one of those mischievous grins Yamazaki-kun has.
"No way! You were in the fourth grade then!"
"How about the time you and Syaoran were fighting over Yukito?"
"Syaoran was NOT attracted to Yuki-kun! It's because Yuki-kun has powers!"
Eriol's smile faded and looked at me seriously. "Don't you mean powder?"
"Eh!" I gulped nervously. they weren't supposed to know that. Quickly, I thought of an excuse. "Not just an ordinary powder but a power that. that."
"Changes shape when you add water! Right?"
"Hai! And when you shape it into a candle, it will turn into a candle!" I sweat dropped and gave a nervous smile at my childhood friend.
"Well, I guess so. I wasn't there then." Eriol's famous annoying smile came back and pasted itself on his face.
I thought for a while then suddenly grinned. "I bet Tomoyo-chan still has the tape of you drowning on two feet high water!"
Eriol's face reddened for a while. "I wasn't drowning, I was just acting!"
"Oh yeah! You admitted last Christmas that you were afraid of water. I think Tomoyo still has the tape of that, too!"
"I was not afraid of water! It's just that." Eriol gave a nervous smile and back away a bit.
Before I could say a word, the raven-haired girl popped in the middle of our 'discussion' and gave us a cat-like smile. "I guess both of you know each other, but we don't. So what's your name anyway? Are you Japanese or Korean?"
I sweat dropped along with the others as this girl bombarded me with questions.
"That's Miki Ogami." Francesca whispered. "She's half Japanese and half Korean and she speaks Japanese, English and Korean. She has a twin, however he's not here right now. His name is Mikio Ogami."
We were once again disrupted by a booming voice coming from the Dursley household.
"Looks like a father and son disagreement." I smirked and focused my attention to the group this time, not minding the noise the house was making.
"Actually, it's father and stepson disagreement. Vernon never scolds his son, but Harry, his stepson. You might notice that he spoils Dursley too much." Eriol pointed out as a large boy of the same age went out of the door and stared at them quietly. "He's coming to join us anytime. Be ready!"
At this point, Miki stopped talking and watched the blonde boy with beady eyes approach us quietly, slowly and in a sort of steady state.
"By the way, I'm Kinomoto Sakura!" I introduced, since this boy was taking a long time to come, I guess we could make several introductions. One by one, each gave their names.
"Come on, get on with it! Your too slow!" Hideki impatiently muttered while biting his lip.
Soon, Dudley joined us and we sort of played tag and he was 'it'.
Dad arrived at that time and called me over for lunch. The rest left, leaving Dudley alone.
--- End for now ---
So how was that? Good? Bad? Not nice? Just okay? Please review. I just need at least a review before I update because I want to know if someone's reading this story. Flames are allowed. Please review!!!
Also I'm not sure if I should include this card on this story, so please give suggestions. I'm also a bit unsure of the pairings.
E-mail me, review, just tell me what you think. Pretty please???? Thankies that's all for now.
--- Chii