Harry Potter and the Cards Masters.
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A/N Sorry but I really suck when it comes to titles. This is a CCS/Harry Potter fan fiction. I do not own these characters: Sakura and her friends belong to CLAMP. Harry Potter and his friends, as well as Hogwarts, belong to J.K. Rowling. The only thing which is mine is the story.
I hate seeing this disclaimer at each chapter so I only write it here. Don't even try to sue me, I don't have any money ^_^
Other thing important: all the characters are 16.
This is a slight mix between Sakura the manga and the anime. Everything happened as in the anime and the movies. When Syaoran went back to Hong Kong, Sakura did create the Love Card and give to her love his teddy bear. Then, the second movie happened (with the Void Card and the creation of the Hope Card). After these events, Syaoran went back to Hong Kong, before coming back, like in the manga. After these events, Syaoran and Eriol created their own set of cards. Tomoyo pointed out that none of them was Card Captor anymore and decided to call her friends "the Cards Masters."
Harry had once again met with Voldemort last year. Thanks to Severus Snape, he escaped his death again but now, all the Death Eaters know for sure that Snape is no longer with them.
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Summer was his most hated holidays. Usually, children enjoyed this long stay away from school. But for Harry Potter, it was something like hell on earth. Harry lived with his uncle Vernon, his aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley. The three of them were happy to call themselves "perfectly normal people" and they hated Harry because he hadn't anything of a perfectly normal young boy. Harry Potter was a wizard, the most well-known wizard of his time. But Harry Potter was the most depressed wizard at the moment, having to clean his uncle's new car, while the sun was high above him, without any cloud to give Harry a bit of shadow.
Harry sighed again as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. His fingers lingered on his lightning-shaped scar. He hadn't felt it for the whole summer, which was welcome as well as unexpected. Two years ago, Lord Voldemort had come back to his powers and last year had been very hard to Harry, having to pass his exams with the terrible pain that Voldemort could send to him by this scar.
Shaking his head, Harry carried on his cleaning. I wonder what Voldemort would think about his greatest foe, cleaning his uncle's car like any other Muggle. This thought brought a smirk on Harry's lips. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic. He had already been in trouble with the Ministry of Magic some years before and didn't wish to be again. But some days, like this one, he really wished he could use his magic to clean stuff. Or disappear from this house. With a slight sigh of relief, Harry wiped the last trace of soap from the car.
"Aren't you done yet?"
"I'm, Aunt Petunia."
"Then, come back here and have your diner. Then, in your room and not a word until Vernon's guests leave."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia."
Harry walked his way to the kitchen and eat his diner, silently and lonely. Then, as he had been told, he went in his room. There, he took his books from under his bed and began to work on his homework. The last thing he has to do was his Potions essay. Again, Harry's mind began to wander. Last year, Snape had risked his life to save Harry's. And now, everyone knew that he was no longer a Death Eater. Voldemort as well. Somehow, Harry had had a hard time to understand why, Snape had helped him out. Of course, he knew that, once, his father had saved Snape's life. But if James Potter hadn't, he would have been in big troubles, along with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, James's two best friends. Then, as if to pay his debt, Snape had helped Harry, back in his first year. Harry had thought that he and Snape were even. When he had tried to thanks Snape for what he had done some weeks ago, the Potions master had told him that he didn't have to thank him and had walked away. Harry still didn't know what to think about that.
A soft noise made Harry looked up from his potions essay and he smiled when he saw Hedwig. The owl was back from the Burrow, Ron's house, with an answer to his letter. The white owl waited for her master to untie the letter before flying to her cage. Harry gave her some water before opening the letter.
Dear Harry
Hope that the Muggles aren't too bad with you. I'm sorry not to have written back sooner but we were waiting for Dumbledore's answer. He said that as long as you're with your family, the Death Eaters can't do anything to you, so he'd rather you to stay with the Muggle till the end of the holidays.
Mum tried to change his mind but you know our Headmaster. Anyway, I hope that you're not too sad about that. Somehow, I have the feeling that you already knew that you wouldn't be allowed to come.
We will do to Diagon Alley the 30th August and stay over there to the first September. I hope you will be allowed to join us there (Dumbledore is okay)
Your friend
Ron.
Harry sighed. Yes, he knew that Dumbledore wouldn't agree. Voldemort had told him that a powerful spell from the Headmaster was protecting Harry whenever he was with his uncle's family. But he had hoped he would be allowed to go too.
Harry fell onto his bed and closed his eyes.
"I wish someone could defeat Voldemort." He murmured softly as he fell asleep.
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The sky was dark blue. Harry was on the Hogwarts Grounds, by the lake. He could see the castle near him. The full moon was shining brightly behind the Astronomy Tower. And on the top of the tower, people were standing.
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Harry woke up with a start. He sat up and automatically put a hand over his scar. It was the funniest sensation he had ever felt. Usually, this kind of dreams was related to Voldemort, and his head was splitting from pain. But tonight, the young wizard was puzzled, for his scar wasn't burning, just sending a comforting warm all over his body. Sleep went back into Harry's eyes, before the boy could analyze a bit more his situation. With a sigh, Harry laid back in his bed and closed his eyes again, now a bit more confident about spending four more weeks with his family before going back to Hogwarts.
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Please read and review. Do tell me if you can find mistakes, spelling or grammar. I'll try and fix them up.
Next chapter is with Sakura.
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A/N Sorry but I really suck when it comes to titles. This is a CCS/Harry Potter fan fiction. I do not own these characters: Sakura and her friends belong to CLAMP. Harry Potter and his friends, as well as Hogwarts, belong to J.K. Rowling. The only thing which is mine is the story.
I hate seeing this disclaimer at each chapter so I only write it here. Don't even try to sue me, I don't have any money ^_^
Other thing important: all the characters are 16.
This is a slight mix between Sakura the manga and the anime. Everything happened as in the anime and the movies. When Syaoran went back to Hong Kong, Sakura did create the Love Card and give to her love his teddy bear. Then, the second movie happened (with the Void Card and the creation of the Hope Card). After these events, Syaoran went back to Hong Kong, before coming back, like in the manga. After these events, Syaoran and Eriol created their own set of cards. Tomoyo pointed out that none of them was Card Captor anymore and decided to call her friends "the Cards Masters."
Harry had once again met with Voldemort last year. Thanks to Severus Snape, he escaped his death again but now, all the Death Eaters know for sure that Snape is no longer with them.
~*~*~*~*~
Summer was his most hated holidays. Usually, children enjoyed this long stay away from school. But for Harry Potter, it was something like hell on earth. Harry lived with his uncle Vernon, his aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley. The three of them were happy to call themselves "perfectly normal people" and they hated Harry because he hadn't anything of a perfectly normal young boy. Harry Potter was a wizard, the most well-known wizard of his time. But Harry Potter was the most depressed wizard at the moment, having to clean his uncle's new car, while the sun was high above him, without any cloud to give Harry a bit of shadow.
Harry sighed again as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. His fingers lingered on his lightning-shaped scar. He hadn't felt it for the whole summer, which was welcome as well as unexpected. Two years ago, Lord Voldemort had come back to his powers and last year had been very hard to Harry, having to pass his exams with the terrible pain that Voldemort could send to him by this scar.
Shaking his head, Harry carried on his cleaning. I wonder what Voldemort would think about his greatest foe, cleaning his uncle's car like any other Muggle. This thought brought a smirk on Harry's lips. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic. He had already been in trouble with the Ministry of Magic some years before and didn't wish to be again. But some days, like this one, he really wished he could use his magic to clean stuff. Or disappear from this house. With a slight sigh of relief, Harry wiped the last trace of soap from the car.
"Aren't you done yet?"
"I'm, Aunt Petunia."
"Then, come back here and have your diner. Then, in your room and not a word until Vernon's guests leave."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia."
Harry walked his way to the kitchen and eat his diner, silently and lonely. Then, as he had been told, he went in his room. There, he took his books from under his bed and began to work on his homework. The last thing he has to do was his Potions essay. Again, Harry's mind began to wander. Last year, Snape had risked his life to save Harry's. And now, everyone knew that he was no longer a Death Eater. Voldemort as well. Somehow, Harry had had a hard time to understand why, Snape had helped him out. Of course, he knew that, once, his father had saved Snape's life. But if James Potter hadn't, he would have been in big troubles, along with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, James's two best friends. Then, as if to pay his debt, Snape had helped Harry, back in his first year. Harry had thought that he and Snape were even. When he had tried to thanks Snape for what he had done some weeks ago, the Potions master had told him that he didn't have to thank him and had walked away. Harry still didn't know what to think about that.
A soft noise made Harry looked up from his potions essay and he smiled when he saw Hedwig. The owl was back from the Burrow, Ron's house, with an answer to his letter. The white owl waited for her master to untie the letter before flying to her cage. Harry gave her some water before opening the letter.
Dear Harry
Hope that the Muggles aren't too bad with you. I'm sorry not to have written back sooner but we were waiting for Dumbledore's answer. He said that as long as you're with your family, the Death Eaters can't do anything to you, so he'd rather you to stay with the Muggle till the end of the holidays.
Mum tried to change his mind but you know our Headmaster. Anyway, I hope that you're not too sad about that. Somehow, I have the feeling that you already knew that you wouldn't be allowed to come.
We will do to Diagon Alley the 30th August and stay over there to the first September. I hope you will be allowed to join us there (Dumbledore is okay)
Your friend
Ron.
Harry sighed. Yes, he knew that Dumbledore wouldn't agree. Voldemort had told him that a powerful spell from the Headmaster was protecting Harry whenever he was with his uncle's family. But he had hoped he would be allowed to go too.
Harry fell onto his bed and closed his eyes.
"I wish someone could defeat Voldemort." He murmured softly as he fell asleep.
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The sky was dark blue. Harry was on the Hogwarts Grounds, by the lake. He could see the castle near him. The full moon was shining brightly behind the Astronomy Tower. And on the top of the tower, people were standing.
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Harry woke up with a start. He sat up and automatically put a hand over his scar. It was the funniest sensation he had ever felt. Usually, this kind of dreams was related to Voldemort, and his head was splitting from pain. But tonight, the young wizard was puzzled, for his scar wasn't burning, just sending a comforting warm all over his body. Sleep went back into Harry's eyes, before the boy could analyze a bit more his situation. With a sigh, Harry laid back in his bed and closed his eyes again, now a bit more confident about spending four more weeks with his family before going back to Hogwarts.
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Please read and review. Do tell me if you can find mistakes, spelling or grammar. I'll try and fix them up.
Next chapter is with Sakura.
