"Bingo, bingo, you win the prize!" Lol, that's probably my favorite quote from Yu Yu Hakusho, do you know who said it? Well it's pretty obvious you IDIOT! Oh shut up Evil Side, I'm not in the mood. And the readers probably aren't either, so let's get on with the show… I mean story!
Disclaimer: Huh… do we have to do this every time? You all know that I probably would be lounging around in my island paradise if I owned Yu Yu Hakusho and/or Harry Potter.
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Strange CircumstancesBotan_Rocks721
The first rays of sunlight peeked through the window, as if they were trying to get a look inside the room. Birds chirped their pretty melodies with vigor, like they too were waiting for this day. For Harry Potter hadn't slept at all last night. His mind was filled with the exciting thought of finally returning to Hogwarts.
Actually, summer hadn't been as excruciatingly painful as the past years had been. Instead of being insulted and mocked by the Dursleys, they ignored him completely. Apparently, they had taken Mad Eye Moody's words to heart, for they acted as if he didn't exist. But Harry didn't care because the end of summer had come. Funny, most children dreaded returning to school, but Harry loved it.
Finally, he would be in his sixth year, only two years before he was out of school. Not that he was looking forward to that. Hogwarts was really the only place he could ever call home.
The previous school year had ended horribly. Harry was still mourning over the loss of his godfather, but he knew he had to move on. Sirius would've wanted that…
Before any more painful memories could spring into his mind, Harry jumped out of his sorry excuse for a bed. The mattress was extremely old, hard, and lumpy and the frame looked like it was going to collapse any second. But like almost everything else he owned; it was a hand-me-down from his agonizingly stupid and ugly cousin Dudley.
Harry looked around his tiny room or rather "Duddy-kins second bedroom that was unfortunately given to the brat" to find what he needed for school. It would be a pretty arduous task considering the fact that everything was strewn across it. The sixteen year old knew he should've begun to pack earlier, but he was too busy writing and receiving letters from his two best friends Ron and Hermione. It was nothing like last summer. Harry got tons of letters from them both, who must've been afraid of him being angry if they didn't.
But he had changed over the summer. Harry was no longer so immature and selfish. He no longer felt angry at the world and everyone in it. The teenager realized that he shouldn't take his friends for granted, because you never know what could happen to them... (A/N FINALLY HE'S GROWN UP A BIT! Darn it, now look what you've done Evil Side! [Says while running away from the ever-present crowd of angry Harry Potter fans with torches])
Harry threw his clothes and supplies helter-skelter into his old beat up trunk. He couldn't wait until he could use magic outside of Hogwarts without taking the big risk of going to court and being kicked out of school.
The week before he had gone to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys to get school supplies. It had been a blast because they got to go to Fred and George's joke shop. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were finally over the fact that they hadn't finished school. They probably felt that way after they saw all of the money that was pouring into the twins' business.
Finally done with "packing", Harry headed downstairs to get breakfast. After he had seated himself at the table with a bowl of cereal, he almost fell over in surprise when Uncle Vernon actually spoke to him from his place across the table. It was the first time he had addressed him since they left the train station.
"Well boy, you'd say we've been taking pretty good care of you over the summer, wouldn't you?" The three Dursleys stared at him from their places at the table like he was a disgusting bug on the sidewalk. As if they wished they could squash him, but feared about getting guts on their shoes.
"Sure, if you call ignoring a person and pretending like he didn't exist for an entire summer a good thing," he replied in a nonchalant way. Uncle Vernon frowned more, and Harry could've sworn that if he tried to scowl even more, his mustache would fall off.
"I'm warning you boy, if you tell those freaks who you call "friends" that we treated you badly, I swear you'll wish you were never born!" He cried in an agitated tone.
Aunt Petunia smirked and asked, "By the way, how are you going to get to that school of yours? We are certainly not going to take you to the train station." She spoke the word 'school' as if it was a dirty word.
Harry grinned and responded, "Well, actually, those "freaks" should be here any moment to pick me up." The moment he said that the Dursleys faces blanched to a ghostly white…
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Harry groaned as the Sorting Ceremony dragged on. Ron looked so hungry, it looked like he was going to faint. Hermione tried to keep attentive, but even she was about to fall asleep. Actually, everybody looked bored to death. Harry realized that the poor kids being sorted must be scared out of their wits. He would feel sorry for them if the ceremony hadn't dragged on for an hour and a half. Did the ceremony always last this long, or are there just a lot of new students this year? That was probably the thought that was passing through everybody's mind.
"Thompson, Evan… Ravenclaw!" More groans escaped the lips of the suffering students.
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Clapping and cheering filled the ancient, enormous Great Hall. Actually, it wasn't for the newly sorted students, it was because everyone could finally eat. Luckily, there weren't too many more students after 'T', so it only took another… well actually it took another hour and twenty-five minutes after 'Evan Thompson', but that's beside the point. Harry wondered why Dumbledore hadn't said his famous beginning of the year speech. But that thought passed through his mind as quickly as it had come for at that moment, food appeared.
As soon as the banquet dinner materialized on all of the long and sturdy wooden tables, every single person dug in with enthusiasm. Ron looked like a chipmunk because he had so much turkey and mashed potatoes in his mouth. Good cheer and contentment filled the room to the bursting point.
"Mmph , this foow is swo gerood! I fwergot thwat it coold teraste thwis dooliciwus!" Ron said while flecks of food and spit flew out of his open mouth. (A/N For those of you who had no idea what he just said: 'this food is so good! I forgot that it could taste this delicious!') Hermione looked at him in pure disgust, "Ron, that is utterly repulsive! I didn't wait an entire summer to see food flying out of your mouth!" She got a napkin and began to wipe off bits of turkey and potatoes. Harry just shook his head as his two friends began to bicker… as usual. Here we go again, geez they sure are starting early this year! You know they'd make a perfect couple-
His train of though was interrupted when the door to the Great Hall burst open. Ron and Hermione stopped arguing instantly and stared up in utter amazement as something flew over their heads. Harry saw a flash of pink and blue fly by. With a loud thump, something landed right in front of the raised platform where the teachers were.
The entire room was deathly silent. At that moment, you could probably hear a feather drop. Harry and hundreds of others were staring at what was apparently a person. With a groan, the person sat up, and Harry realized it was a young girl… with weird, light blue hair and a pink kimono… The strange girl stood up with flaming red cheeks as she looked around at all of the people watching her. She coughed slightly in embarrassment and said, "Err…hello…"
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I'm done with another chapter! DUH!!! I think they can see that. Thank you for once again, stating the obvious… Hey wait a second, where'd you get that rolling pin? YOWCH!!! Err… thanks again for reading it! [Says while standing over the body of her Evil Side while hiding a rolling pin behind her back]
By the way faithful readers, I wanted to let you know that this chapter was a bit different from all of the other ones that I plan to write. You probably noticed that this was from Harry's point-of-view, yet it wasn't in first-person. That's because it was told in limited third-person. Most of the chapters will be from Botan's limited third-person. But I just wanted to introduce Harry into the story that way. If you like it from Harry's view, please tell me in a review!
[Evil Side is standing behind her with her fists raised] THWACK! [Evil Side falls to the ground once again] Oooouch… my poor stomach lining…
See you later!