Re-uploaded! Did the first version stink? Yes, it stunk, especially at the part where they got their wands. So here's the new version! Hopefully it's better!
~Tears of a Phoenix~
A Fushigi Yuugi/Harry Potter Crossover
Author's Note: I made a few changes to the first chapter. For instance, when I realized that the time difference between Tokyo and London is about nine hours, I changed the time they went to the library nine o' clock at night. That means that, when they travel by Portkey, they'll arrive in England at approximately noon, which is a much nicer time to go shopping than nine o'clock at night (which is the time that they would have arrived in England). The rest of the changes were basically to make the chapter more organized.
DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Yuu Watase owns Fushigi Yuugi. I am not either of them, which makes me much less opulent (in fact, not wealthy at all) because I do not own either of their stories.
~Chapter 2~
As Hagrid sheepishly admitted to forgetting what the Portkey was, Kajiwara Tetsuya was thinking and trying to remember what it was. He was wearing sunglasses to obscure his eyes, as he almost always did, and was in regular Muggle (non-wizard people) clothes as was required when wizards were in places often traveled by Muggles.
"It would be marked with the Hogwarts seal, wouldn't it?" he asked out loud in English.
Hagrid nodded heartily. "Yer right! I forgot that. An' it'd 'ave to be something big so that a lot of people could touch it at once."
Miaka, who could not understand English that well, latched onto Keisuke's arm. "What'd he say? What's he say?" she asked pleadingly in Japanese. With a sigh of self-pity for having an embarrassing younger sister, Keisuke began to translate for everyone who could not speak English well.
"I believe that I have discovered this "Portkey" you were discussing," said a boy in perfect English. He had a longish brown hair held up in a ponytail, and he looked much younger than he probably was if he was going to Hogwarts. "The "seal" you are talking about is similar to the one that was present on the letters that we have received, correct?" At Hagrid's nodd, he continued, "In that case, then we are standing on top of it."
"We are?"
"Yes. The seal is imprinted here," he said as he pointed to the spot in front of his feet. The fuzzy purple rug that everyone was standing on was apparently the Portkey.
"A fuzzy purple rug is supposed to take us to Hogwarts?" asked Yui Hongou doubtfully in English. Keisuke continued to translate.
"Yea, this would be it, "Hagrid said as he crouched down to get a better look at the seal. "Everybody, make sure all your stuff is on it, or else it won't get taken." Everybody complied, shifting their luggage so that it was all on the large purple rug. "Now I'm supposed to activate it. The word is, er, it's… Flobberworm? No, that's not it." The gigantic man chewed his lip reflexively. "Billywig?" That did not work, either. "Now I remember. It's Puffskein!"
As he said that, everyone on the carpet suddenly felt as if something behind his or her navel was being jerked quickly forward. Around them, colors swirled quickly as if they were being blown around by impossibly fast winds. The ride seemed to go on and on, and Miaka could feel herself bumping into everyone else, though everyone's hands were all stuck firmly to the carpet.
Then they all landed in some dark and old-feeling place with a bump. Every single person, with the exception of Hagrid, was sprawled ungainly on the rug. They had landed in a rather dreary and shabby old-fashioned bar. There were numerous customers seated around on various wooden seats and stools, and some of the customers looked downright unusual. A few even looked like hags or something similar.
An old, bald bartender was looking on at all of them in mild surprise. "Oh, hello Hagrid. I take it this is the foreign group going to Hogwarts? Your rooms are all upstairs."
Hagrid nodded. "Thanks, Tom. I'll probably be takin' them around Diagon Alley later. Good day." With another nod for Tom the barkeeper, he led the way upstairs and addressed the youngsters. "This is the Leaky Cauldron, a famous pub and inn in the wizard world. Now, there's about fifty of yeh, which is larger than any group we've had from Tokyo before."
Due to some insistent poking on the part of Miaka, Keisuke began to translate again for all the English-impaired listeners.
"So yer all gonna 'ave to go four or five to a room, with a couple of yeh sleeping on the floor. We do 'ave enough blankets and pillows to make it more or less comfortable, but yeh should rotate people between the bed and the floor while we stay 'ere." He paused and listened as Keisuke continued to translate what he had said. "An' we'll 'ave to get yeh down to the spell shop so that yeh all can learn how to speak English."
There were a few cheers at that, and then they all chose rooms. Miaka ended up sharing a three-bed room with five other people. One was Yui, of course, and the other four were Kamekara Kouran, the identical twins Chou Houki and Kourin Chou, and Haku Kaen.
Miaka didn't know why, but Houki was glaring at Kourin. She kept on saying things like, "You shouldn't of roomed with us. It's wrong." For her part, Kourin ignored her.
Eventually everyone was assembled in the hallway again, but this time they were much less quiet as they older kids gossiped about what might happen in the new school year and the younger kids gossiped about how they felt about being wizards. "Listen up, everyone!" Hagrid shouted over their noise. "Get in groups of ten! Be sure that you 'ave your money and yer school supplies list. We'll 'ave to stop by Gringotts to exchange yer Muggle money for wizard money so that you can buy yer supplies. I'll take yeh to the shops that yeh need to go to."
Miaka grabbed Yui's hand and paired up with Kourin. They were eventually paired up with a group of six guys. One was the intelligent kid from earlier, Ou Doukun. The others were Sukunami Taka, Seishuku Saihitei, Myou Juan, Kou Genrou, and Ri Houjun. Eventually, Keisuke also joined the group.
Hagrid took their group out first and left the older kids to make sure that no one caused any trouble. Then Hagrid took them downstairs through the pub and then into a very small courtyard with brick walls. There was only a trashcan. They were wondering what was so special about the courtyard when Hagrid pulled a pink umbrella out of his pockets and counted the bricks above the trashcan. "Three up…two across," he said and then tapped the brick three times with the umbrella.
To everyone but Keisuke's surprise, a hole grew in the middle of the brick and began to grow. It grew larger and larger until it was a large archway that led to a twisted and turning cobbled street. "This," Hagrid announced, "is Diagon Alley."
Diagon Alley was full to the brim with all types of shops. There were shops with cauldrons, shops with robes, and shops with all types of spell ingredients. There was even one popular shop that sold broomsticks. People in wizard's clothing were shopping, making the alley seem small and crowded. It was almost overwhelming.
Hagrid led them all to a large, pure white building that rose high above all of the other shops. It had large bronze doors and a man-like being in a scarlet and gold uniform standing guard in front. "This is Gringotts, the wizards' bank. It's completely run by goblins, and no one has ever successfully stolen from it. Yeh'd be mad if yeh tried."
Soon they were inside and exchanging their money for wizards' money with a goblin sitting behind a counter on the inside of the grand bank. Hagrid explained the money system to them as they received it. "The small bronze ones are Knuts. Twenty-nine Knuts go into a silver Sickle, and seventeen silver Sickles go into a gold Galleon."
After they had received their money, Hagrid gave them a tour of Diagon Alley. Their next stop was a small shop that had a sign that read, "Specialty Spells! Customized spells for anything you need!" Inside was a tall, lanky blonde man in a purple robe.
"Ah, hello, Hagrid," he said when they walked in. "Is this the new foreign bunch for this year?"
"Only part of it. These nine," he said as he gestured to everyone except Keisuke, "need to have the Grammar-Dictionary spell done to them."
"Coming right up," said the man cheerfully. He grabbed a cauldron and began to take ingredients from a shelf behind him. "Let's see… We have crushed Jobberknoll feathers…" he began, and then he began to recite the other ingredients as he took them down. Eventually he threw them together into the pot and mixed it up. "And some Flobberworm mucus to thicken it all up." After mixing in that last and disgusting ingredient, the man took out nine cups and ladled the mixture into them before handing the mixture to the nine slightly green children.
Juan was the first to grimace before gulping down the concoction. After he swallowed the last of it, he said, "That didn't taste too horrible," in perfect English. Seeing that he didn't die from it, and that he could speak English now, the rest of them followed suite. Miaka reflected that the taste wasn't bad, but she never wanted to drink anything with mucus in it ever again.
After that small ordeal, Hagrid led them to shop after shop to buy school supplies. From pointed hats to spell books to telescopes, they eventually had all their supplies but their wands. For that, Hagrid led them to an old, worn-down shop that had painted over the door, "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C." The letters were in old, peeling gold paint.
The inside of the shop was tiny, and the ten of them were almost uncomfortably crowded inside of it. Only one rickety chair stood by piles of long, thin boxes. The shop was dusty and felt so much like a library that any talking between them flowed to a stop.
An old man came swiftly out of behind a pile of boxes. He had pale eyes that were wide and shining in the darkness of the shop. "Ah, a large group today, Hagrid," said the old man.
"That's right, Mr. Ollivander," replied Hagrid. "There's more I need to bring by later."
Mr. Ollivander just nodded and walked up to Miaka first. "A wand chooses its user, not the other way around. All of my wands are made with a powerful center using the medical substances of unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings." He pulled out a silver tape measure. "Now, hold out your wand arm – the arm which you write with." As Miaka held out her right arm, Mr. Ollivander began to measure her, but then he let go of it and it continued to measure on its own as Mr. Ollivander grabbed a box.
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Miaka. Yuuki Miaka."
He pulled a long wand out of it. "Ten inches. Hickory. Whippy," he described as he handed it to her. No sooner had she flicked it then he pulled it out of her hand and set the box on the chair. He quickly had another one in her hand.
Soon there were around ten discarded wands piled up. Mr. Ollivander, seemingly happy to not be finding the perfect wand, kept on digging through the pile and then putting the box away again when whatever he expected to happen with the wand didn't happen. When it seemed as if half the store had been tried, he paused for a moment. "I wonder…" he said as he turned around and headed to the back of the store. Soon he came back carrying two bags. One was red and one was blue.
From the top of the red bag he grabbed an old, dusty box and pulled a slim wand out. "Apple, eleven and a half inches, bendy," he said as he stuck in her hand.
She felt a large, ticklish tingle as she swung it. It traveled up her arm and seemed to go through the wand. From the tip of the apple wood wand exploded a large red ball of light that separated into glowing feathers that disappeared as they touched the ground. Mr. Ollivander raised his eyebrows. "Interesting." But he didn't say anything else.
When Yui stepped up to get her wand, Mr. Ollivander thought for a second before pulling a box out of the blue bag. It was poplar and made with a dragon's heartstring, and from the tip of her wand shot light that looked like a blue dragon. Again Mr. Ollivander raised his eyebrows, but he did not comment.
Houki got her wand next. It was a nice piece made of cherry wood with a phoenix feather, though it simply let off sparkles, and not the same magnificent result that the other two had received.
Then Kourin went up for her wand, and Mr. Ollivander looked at her for a second. He didn't move to get her a wand. "Is there any wand," he asked, "that you feel… unusually… drawn to in this shop?" She paused, and then she pointed towards the red bag. Mr. Ollivander took the bag forward and gestured the six boys that didn't have wands over towards him. "I believe," he said, "that these may be your wands. That is why I would like you to try them out." When they still hesitated, he said, "Go on. Pick the one that seems to draw you to it."
Kourin was the first one to move as the others looked at each other in confusion. She picked a smooth willow wand out of a box and then gracefully swung it. From the tip of her wand shot a red force that knocked Genrou into the wall. Once he had peeled himself off, Genrou angrily went to grab a wand of his own.
"WHY YOU- YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" he shouted heatedly at Kourin. As he waved the oak wand sharply, somehow flames flared out of the tip and ended up scorching all of the other younger wizards.
"My perfect hair… It's ruined!" wailed the sorrowful chibi Hotohori known as Saihitei.
"The stupid jerk fried me!" an indignant Taka shouted at the cruel and uncaring world.
"So what?" sniffed an unrepentant Genrou as he cuddled against his wand. "This thing's so cool!"
Soon after that, a toasted Taka and a sizzling Saihitei also made for their wands. Saihitei flicked his fir wand straight towards Genrou, and to the redhead's surprise, a sharp dagger flew out of the end. Genrou sat down as quickly as he could, but the dagger still took off a few of his hairs before sticking into the wall.
Before he could breath a sigh of relief, a still-singed Taka aimed a hazelnut wood wand at Genrou. A powerful red blast shot out of it that Genrou again barely dodged, and it only missed because he dropped flat on the ground. It hit the dagger that Saihitei had previously thrown, and the dagger vaporized.
Doukun was watching from the sidelines with Juan. Even if both of them were toasted, neither wanted to join in the battle. Still, both went to receive their wands to see if they could stop the others from fighting. The others had gotten into a fistfight now, and they were creating a mess all over Mr. Ollivanders shop. Mr. Ollivander just looked patient, and no one else wanted to interfere, not even Hagrid, as there were many random, uncontrolled magics bouncing around the room.
As Doukun waved his maple wand, everything in the room began to be set in its place again. Knocked down piles of wands righted themselves, a broken chair joined its separated parts back together in a squeaky racket that was similar in sound to an army of mice being stepped on by elephants, and most importantly of all, the fighting boys and girl were separated. Doukun smiled. "This sample of magical apparatus has been dexterous in regenerating this store's regulation, despite their tendency to also cause devastation" he said cheerfully.
Before the other children could start to fight, Juan also waved his wand while hoping it would do something helpful. Luckily, instead of firing off a rocket or something destructive around those lines, the tip glowed red and shot off a green light at all the injured in the room. In a matter of seconds after being surrounded by the green glow, every person in the room was healed of any injuries that they had. "You're right," Juan agreed with Doukun. "Wands can help people, as well as damage things." Before Taka and Genrou could start attacking each other again, Hagrid was separating them.
Then there was only one wand left in the red bag, and Houjun waved it with some trepidation because of the effects that most of the other wands had had. Luckily, his rowan wand gave off a fireworks show that was purely visual and without detrimental explosions. It lasted long enough that all of the young wizards calmed down as they watched the beautiful fireworks in front of them.
As the fireworks display died out, Mr. Ollivander suddenly said, "I want you seven and Ms. Yuuki to know that your wands are brothers."
"Brothers?" asked Miaka curiously.
"Yes," he said very seriously. "They each contain a phoenix feather from the same phoenix and a hair from the same unicorn. It gives them a powerful connection to each other. It is a very strange thing that those eight would be chosen today," he murmured, half to himself. "Very strange…"
No one thought anything of it, and it was a cheerful, carefree group of children that left the wand shop and went back to the Leaky Cauldron.
More Notes by Chibigreen: Wow, the first version of this chapter stunk so badly that I just had to rewrite it, Spanish finals or no Spanish finals. By the way, all of the ideas for wand wood were taken from "What Tree Did You Fall From???" (http://www.netlaughter.com/funpages/tree.htm). The trees I chose I tried to fit to their personalities.