Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am writing this fanfiction for my own amusement and make no profit, all characters in this story are the property of J.K Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, etc.

I also do not own Hocus Pocus or any recognizable character as they are the sole property of the mouse.


AN: I was watching Hocus Pocus and thought, hey wouldn't it be cool if I could cross that story with Harry Potter? Well, I couldn't normally do that because it would be difficult to get Harry Potter out of Hogwarts for Halloween and transport him to Salem Massachusetts. Then I thought, I already have a crossover story where Harry is in Massachusetts in 1993. So I do believe I can make this work. You can think of this as a prequel if you wish as I will be giving a bit of detail about Harry's time in Ilvermony.


AN: This will be a short story just like my other crossover stories


Salem, Massachusetts, 10/31/1993, 16:39

Harry had really messed up, somehow he had gotten separated from his class at the museum and now he was stuck here.

Today the third years had taken a field trip to Salem as they were studying the Salem witch trials this semester. The muggles or nomajs had created a rather interesting museum and his teacher Mrs Marshall had decided to take them to see the museum for Halloween. Harry had gotten a bit distracted by reading about one of the trials, a woman by the name of Lolanthe Potter.

Lolanthe Potter was captured in late sixteen ninety-one and put on trial for crimes of witchcraft. She had been acquitted, though Harry imagined that had something to do with the fact that his ancestor was actually a magical.

Harry had been rereading the information about Lolanthe and hadn't even noticed the rest of his classmates disappear. He made a mental note to look more into this woman's background and see if she really was of any relation to him when he got back to school.

This brought him back to the matter at hand, his class had left without him. If he wasn't mistaken, he believed they had already taken the return portkey back to school.

Harry was forced to leave the museum since it was about to close. So here he was, wandering the streets of Washington Square as he tried to figure out how he was going to get back to Ilvermony. If he could find a magical home or business he could take the floo system, otherwise, he may have to look into muggle means to travel to Mt Greylock.

To his left was a large park, he was following the sidewalk around it as he approached a large brick-built school With the name Jacob Bailey High School in large letters on the side of the building.

Sighing Harry knew that he would have to find the wizarding section of Salem and borrow a floo. He knew Salem had a decent-sized magical population. Harry was pretty sure the entrance to the magical district was further south disguised as a pioneer village.

Harry was actually kind of enjoying the walk down the crowded residential street. The weather was wonderful and the sun was getting close to going down. All around him younger kids were running around in store-bought Halloween costumes, they seemed to be very excited about the prospect of going Tick-or-Treating soon. Little Ghosts and ghouls were running about giggling and talking excitedly amongst their peers often accompanied by their smiling parents.

Due to the holiday, Mrs Marshall (his history of magic teacher) hadn't insisted they wear muggle clothing as the nomajs would think they were just dressing up for Halloween.

Harry was wearing his school robes which were almost Ravenclaw blue in colour with cranberry trim around the collar. He was wearing a button-up collared shirt and black slacks underneath his robes with a tie patterned in his house colours which were ironically red and gold.

His robes had the Ilvermony crest over his right breast and the insignia for his house over his left breast. There was no doubt that Ilvermony school was inspired by Hogwarts, the uniform was almost identical to Hogwarts except for the colour of his robes.

The school crest like Hogwarts had four animals representing the four school houses though it had a decidedly Irish theme to it. There was a different animal set over each leaf of a four-leaf clover representing the school's four houses with an intricate border around it that read Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Unlike Hogwarts, all four Ilvermony houses were represented by a magical creature. The four houses were horned serpent, wampus, thunderbird, and pukwudgie. Harry's house was thunderbird though when he had been sorted he had had the option of going into pukwudgie as well.

Ever since he had returned from that blasted island his life had been turned upside down. MACUSA was not letting him return to Britain and he had been made a ward of the ministry. Thankfully, the ministry had let him stay with the Murphys for the rest of the summer but he had been forced to attend the American magical school. Harry would begrudgingly admit that he did like the school better than Hogwarts.

The fact that the teachers acted like professional educators or that he was able to attend potions class without being harassed during every lesson may have had something to do with that.

Harry continued to head south as the sun started to set, the streets soon filling with even more children running from door to door begging for candy. The houses in this part of Salem were all heavily decorated for Halloween with inflatable ghosts, colourful streamers, fake spiderwebs, or in some cases intricately carved jack-o-lanterns set on top of bails of hay.

The residents of the homes were sitting on their porches handing out treats. The houses here were so old and Harry had little doubt that quite a few of them had been standing since before the American Revolution.

As Harry walked down another residential street, Harry saw a group of teenagers hassling trick-or-treaters. They were standing in front of a gate leading out of a nice house trying to get the eight and nine-year-olds to pay a toll. One of those morons had the word 'ICE' shaved into the back of his head. There were over a dozen fifteen and sixteen-year-old high school kids and they were acting like Dudley would have back in Surrey, bullying eight-year-olds.

"Well, we can't have that," Harry thought as he surreptitiously drew his wand and muttered, " confundo."

America had one neat advantage over Britain, they didn't restrict underage wizards from using magic outside of school. The country was so large and they only had one ministry that they didn't have the equipment or manpower to enforce an underage magic law. They would enforce any violation of the Statute of Secrecy but underage wizards could practice magic as long as they didn't draw attention to themselves.

Technically what Harry was doing was a breach of the Statue of Secrecy as he had just cast a spell in a muggle area but he doubted it was powerful enough for the ministry to even detect it.

Harry watched from about twenty feet away as an older boy and a younger girl that was dressed like a witch passed through the group of hooligans. The older boy handed the leader of the gang his pail of candy before he practically dragged the girl away just as Harry's spell hit its mark.

Harry's spell hit an obnoxious boy in a leather jacket, he had long blond hair and the most irritating laugh Harry had ever heard.

"Hey Ernie, do you have any nude pictures of your mom?" The blond hair boy asked in a slightly dazed voice.

"No," The fat guy with ICE shaved into the back of his head said looking at his friend stupidly.

"Do you want some?" The blond kid asked causing the other boys to laugh uproariously.

"Fuck you, Jay," Ernie roared before throwing a punch and slamming his meaty fist into Jay's face knocking him into three of the other boys who were part of their gang.

The blow to the head had lifted the confudus charm and the boy named Jay lunged forward and punched Ernie in the gut. The group of older boys started cheering them on as the two boys began wailing on each other.

Harry wandered off as he saw a police patrol car's light come on and pull up beside the group of teens. Harry saw two officers get out of the car and begin breaking up the fight. Harry couldn't help but grin when he looked back to see the two boys being put into the back of the Crown Vic while the other teens were quickly leaving the area.

Harry glanced back one more time before he turned the corner and saw the police car pulling away.

Harry turned right at the cross-street and began walking down a quieter road that according to signs, led towards the pioneer village and the Sanderson Witch museum.

Harry walked for about twenty minutes before he came upon a massive cemetery that was surrounded by a tall wrought iron gate. He could just make out the ghost of a young girl wandering through the grave markers, she was wearing an ancient-looking nightgown and a cap and couldn't have been more than seven or eight. Harry was curious about this but he was starting to get cold so he pushed it from his mind as he began walking towards the pioneer village.

It was about ten minutes later that he saw a teenage girl and boy leading a much younger girl towards an old cottage up on a hill. The cottage was surrounded by an overgrown wrought iron fence and just had a very ominous look to it.

The teens were dressed normally but the girl was wearing the unmistakable garb of a young witch making him think that they may be magicals, it wasn't uncommon for older students to leave the campus after school hours though the teens didn't look familiar.


Harry decided to follow behind them, though he kept his distance. If he was lucky they could lead him into magical Salem.

Once there it shouldn't be too hard to find a way to get back to school. He was already dreading the trouble he would be in for not staying with the group but he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

Harry was surprised that the three people in front of him hadn't even noticed him following them, they seemed too busy talking to notice anything around them.

As he neared the cottage, Harry saw a sign set into the ground by the front steps that read, The Sanderson Witch Museum. The sign was just about hidden by the undergrowth and he was fairly certain that this museum had not been opened in years.

Harry was starting to have his doubts that this was the way into magical Salem but the younger girl's next words caught his attention.

"Max, I really don't like this, they say this place is haunted," the little girl whined before the group stepped inside the dark house.

Harry stepped up onto the creaky porch and peered through the diamond-paned windows watching the three kids. Less than a minute after they stepped inside, somebody turned on the electric lights casting the room within in a yellowish glow.

Harry jumped slightly as a black cat leapt upon the window sill beside him and looked into the cottage as well.

"Damn, you scared the hell out of me," Harry muttered as he looked back inside to see the teen boy pocket a zippo lighter that he had used to find the the light switch.

Harry looked back down to see that the cat had disappeared and returned his attention to the three people inside the cottage. They were now standing around a large display case but Harry couldn't hear what they were saying.

Sighing Harry decided he had played spy long enough and stepped around to the doorway figuring he may as well just ask them what they were up to.

Before Harry could enter the cottage, he heard the teenage boy scream in surprise as the black cat he had seen earlier had latched onto his shoulder and was hissing furiously.

"Stupid cat!" The boy exclaimed angrily as the cat leapt off of him and darted away.

"Come on Max, let's go," the little girl exclaimed urgently, her voice trembling slightly.

"Just let me see if this will really bring them back," the boy said as he struck the zippo.

"Max, NO!" The little girl shrieked but it was too late.

Max had already moved the lighter to the massive candle that was sitting on a stand near the fireplace. The second the fire from the lighter touched the wick, a black flame burst forth and Harry felt a chill run down his spine.

Suddenly a powerful wave of magic crashed over the house and the floor began to violently shake as flashes of eerie green light shone through the gaps in the floor planks. Thankfully the shaking stopped but seconds later all of the electric lights in the chandelier over exploded one by one, plunging them into almost complete darkness.

"What the hell!" Max exclaimed in alarm.

Harry watched as a second wave of magic washed over the room, the fake candles in the chandelier were transfigured into real wax candles that ignited one at a time, casting the room in a flickering orange glow. The fake plastic logs in the fireplace were transfigured into wood before erupting into a merrily burning flame under the size seven cauldron.

"What's going on?" The older girl asked warily, fear creeping into her voice.

"A virgin lit the candle," The little girl answered shooting Max a look of annoyance.

Suddenly a high-pitched cackle echoed from outside sending a trickle of fear into Harry's chest as the door was thrown open.

Harry hastily jumped to the side and ducked behind a door though he was soon joined by the older girl who had chosen the same hiding spot.

The girl stared at him in surprise and Harry quickly put his finger over his lip causing the girl to nod in understanding.

Harry couldn't help but notice how pretty she was and if it weren't for this situation, he would be very flustered to be in such close proximity to her. It didn't help that she had pressed herself up against him to avoid being seen by the three women who had just stepped into the cottage.

Harry's looked around the door to get a peek at the new arrivals, his first thought was that these were very dark witches indeed. Their auras seemed to fill the room with a cold evil feeling that put his teeth on edge.

All three of these women wore very old-fashioned style corset style dresses underneath long wizard-style hooded cloaks

The woman with curly red hair reminded him of a Weasley. The woman had long front teeth and a severe overbite. She moved into the room ahead of the other two, cackling happily. She wore a green cloak and something about her reminded him of his aunt Petunia.

"You see sisters, my curse worked perfectly," She exclaimed in a high-pitched nasally voice as she stepped up to one of the display cases.

Curiously she tapped the glass affectionately with her fingertips and cooed to something inside the case.

The woman on the left was heavy set and her ebony hair was styled like a witch's hat and came to a point above her head. She was dumpy looking and wore a red cloak.

"Because thou art perfect, sister," The woman said in a sycophantic sort of way.

The third sister looked much younger than the other two and was utterly breathtaking with long wavy blonde hair, fair skin and full pouty lips and there was something about her that Harry found... enchanting. She wore robes of purple and didn't seem to be very intimidating.

"But who lit the black-flamed candle?" The redhead asked as she looked around the cottage curiously.

"Winnie, I smell... children," The dark-haired woman whispered excitedly.

Harry hastily drew his wand, he could sense danger and knew whatever reason that woman was so excited about the smell of children couldn't be good for him or the other three minors in the room.

"Sniff them out Mary," Winny said excitedly.

"Can we hang them on a hook so I can play with them?" The blonde asked hopefully, her voice sounding almost angelic.

The three women approached a counter with a fairly new-looking cash register on top of it.

"Come out little one, we will not harm thee...we love children," The redhead said as she smacked the counter.

The little girl stood up looking terrified but tried to play it cool.

"I thought thou would never come sisters, it was I that brought you back," The little girl said as she looked desperately around the room for a means of escape.

"Such a clever little... child," the redhead crooned as she and the three women guided the girl to a wooden stool in the center of the room.

"Tell me dumpling, what is the year?" The redhead who seemed to be the leader asked sweetly.

"Nineteen ninety-three," The girl stammered.

"Then it has been three hundred years," The woman said thoughtfully as the other two women leered at the little girl.

"I really s-should be going," The little girl said her voice cracking as she began to panic.

"Oh stay for supper," Winnie purred, giving the child an evil smile.

"I'm not h-hungry," The little girl said as she tried to stand up.

"Oh, but we are," The raven-haired woman said as all three women grabbed ahold of the girl and held her in her seat.

"When I distract them, get the girl out of here," Harry said, stepping out of his hiding place before the girl could respond.

"Leave the girl alone," Harry said in a carrying voice, getting all three women's attention.

"And who might you be?" The redhead woman asked as she took in his appearance.

"Harry Potter," Harry answered noticing the blonde woman eying him hungrily.

"You're from that disgusting magic school, I recognize that crest," Winnie said as she scrutinised him.

"I am, who are you?" Harry asked as he gripped his wand.

"Winifred Sanderson, these are my sisters Mary and Sarah," Winifred said as she gestured to each sister in turn.

"I've heard the name, you were hung for witchcraft a year after the Salem trials were over," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Yes, the town will pay for what they did to us, my spell ensured we could have our revenge," Winifred said with a touch of malice.

"Let me play with him Winnie, he is so... powerful," Sarah begged as she sauntered over to Harry.

"Help yourself, sister. He's a bit too young for my tastes and he's too old to make a decent meal," Winfred said waving her sister off.

"I know, he's already developing muscles," Sarah cooed as she lightly ran her fingertips over his chest.

"Do what you must Sarah but you must hurry, there is a potion to brew," Winfred instructed, rolling her eyes at her younger sister.

"Hello little wizard, I'll be thy friend," Sarah whispered in his ear, her tongue brushing against his earlobe.

Harry felt his face heat up but kept his eyes focused on Winifred, knowing that she was the most dangerous of the three.

"Let the girl go," Harry repeated as Sarah blew into his ear making him shiver pleasurably.

"It has been centuries and we are quite... famished," Winifred crooned before she raised her arm and pointed her fingers at him.

Harry was caught off guard as blue bolts of electricity flew towards him, he shoved Sarah off of him and raised a protego shield on reflex.

Harry barely had time to bring up his shield but he managed to stop the bolts of electricity. They were ricocheted off of his shield and slammed into Mary, sending her flying into the wall before she crumpled to the floor in a heap.

"You didn't use a wand?" Harry muttered in surprise.

"My mother was at odds with the muggle-loving harlot that founded that school. She would not teach us and there were no other wand makers in the new world," Winnifred said looking at Harry in equal surprise.

Harry saw movement to his left and turned in time to see the teenage girl hit Sarah over the head with a broom, causing her to tumble over a massive cauldron.

Harry nodded approvingly as the girl grabbed the younger girl and dragged her sway as a voice rang out through the room.

"You have angered the great and powerful Max, I now summon the burning rain of death!"

Harry turned to see the boy standing up on the loft. He was holding the lighter he had used to light the candle up towards the head of a fire sprinkler. Looking at the door, Harry saw that the girls had just slipped out of the open door.

Knowing what was about to happen, Harry flicked his wand and cast an umbrella charm seconds before the sprinklers turned on and a siren sounded through the room.

"The burning rain of death!" Winifred instructed as the other two sisters scrambled to their feet.

The three women shrieked in terror as water started to soak them. They hastily took cover away under an overhang as the sprinkler system continued to drench the entire room.

Harry took the opportunity to make his exit. He crossed the room as Max scrambled to the floor. Harry stepped outside to find the two girls waiting for him.

"Where's Max?" The little girl demanded.

"There," The older girl said as Max came running outside with a book tucked under his arm and the black cat running after him.

"Come on, we have to leave," the cat said in a teenage boy's voice.

"He talks," Max said as he ushered the younger girl toward the main road.

"Interesting," Harry muttered as he hurried to follow the others.

"Interesting, it's impossible," The older girl said sounding borderline hysterical.

"Who are you three," Harry demanded as the cat led him towards the cemetery he had passed earlier.

"I'm Allison Shaw, this is Max and Dani Dennison, who are you?" The girl asked as they slowed down.

"Harry Potter," he answered as they came to a stop in front of the wrought iron gate that led into the graveyard.

"Whoa, you have got to be kidding!" Max exclaimed when the cat darted under the gate.

"It's hallowed ground, witches can't enter here," the cat replied from the other side of the fence.

"I don't know how true that is," Harry said sceptically as he stepped inside the gate without issue.

However, as he walked further into the graveyard he could feel something was amiss. Raising his wand he tried to cast the lumos spell only for nothing to happen.

"I stand corrected, my magic is not responding to me," Harry said thoughtfully.

"And neither will theirs if they set foot here," the cat replied as it eyed Harry curiously.

"So you're one of them?" Dani asked warily.

"I'm a wizard but that's about all we have in common, those three are very dark witches," Harry said as he took a seat on a headstone.

"What did they mean that you're from the school?" Allison asked looking at Harry suspiciously.

"I go to the magical school Ilvermony. That's why I'm wearing these robes, they're my school uniform, I was on a field trip to the museum and I got left behind," Harry said as he sheathed his wand in his arm holster.

"Wizards have a school?" Max asked incredulously.

"Yes but now onto more important matters. Firstly, what the hell were you doing lighting that damn candle?!" Harry demanded as he remembered what had started this whole ordeal.

"Yes Max, do you have any idea what you've done?" the cat demanded, narrowing his yellow eyes at the sheepish-looking boy.

"I didn't think it would actually work," Max muttered.

"How are you able to talk?" Harry asked as he studied the cat with interest.

"He's Thackery Binx," Allison answered as if it were obvious.

"Who?" Harry asked dumbly.

"Don't you know the Sanderson sisters' legend?" Dani asked incredulously.

"Just what I've read in history of magic class," Harry admitted, the irony of muggles knowing more than him about magical history not being lost on him.

"You don't know about the most famous witches in Salem?!" Dani asked in surprise.

"I haven't been in America very long," Harry defended, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"Alright I guess I have time to fill you in. It all started Halloween morning sixteen hundred and ninety-three...

Harry listened intently as the boy that had been transfigured into an immortal talking cat told him the entire story. As he listened he had a sinking feeling that he had jumped into another one of his insane adventures.

'Why does this crazy shit always happen to me?!' Harry wondered for perhaps the thousandth time in his life.

His thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched cackle from overhead and Harry realized how much of a disadvantage he was at, standing in this graveyard with those three dark witches flying over his head.


AN: I hit a bit of a sticky wicket with the graveyard scene where the lore from two different universes conflict. I know that in the HP universe they are not affected by hallowed ground but since Harry is visiting the Hocus Pocus universe, he has to play by those rules.