I'm going to try to make this the only chapter for book two, because it's going to be basically irrelevant to how it affects Usagi (my main character, for all you dumbnuts out there who haven't figured that out yet). I might make it into two, however, so people don't have to wait as long for me to finish it… please excuse the gigantic gaps that are going to appear, I'll try to cover everything, but very briefly (just in case people haven't read the HP books…)

Oh, and anybody reading this part, it'd be really nice if you tried reading some of my other stories… Garden Girl and Hagrid in Wonderland are good for a laugh (if your mind works like mine), and Family of the War is kinda short and pretty good… it got me an A+ and a "Wow!" written on it ;-) Tears of Rain is another A+er, and got some pretty good reviews. Rini Hood… it's OK, but I'm really stuck on it. It's totally my story, and I don't have books I can go back to if I need to.

Jordan- Thanks! I wanted a way to make it clear that she wouldn't go out with Harry, and that… popped into my head!

Queen Hotaru- ::blushes:: Thanks soo much! It's not really a series, 'cuz I'm posting all the chapters here, but it's really obvious when one book ends and the other starts ;-) I'll go read your story now!

Firefly-chan- tis OK! I don't mind at all… and thank you.

Kawaii Tenshi- OO YAY! SOMEBODY ACTUALLY READS MY NOTES! WOO HOO! Oh dear, I'm getting really hyper now… I hope it don't affect my fic too much…

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Glumly, Harry stared out the window. Usagi had only been able to stop by and say hello once, before being bullied by Dudley to the point that she couldn't take it any more. She'd explained quickly to Harry that she also would be going on a trip, but that she'd be back before term started.

{A/N: K, this is the part where Dobby stops Harry getting letters and lands him in a locked up room, and then Ron, Fred and George break him out. Let's go to Usagi, now. We don't know what SHE'S doing.}

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Usagi stared out the window of the airplane, thinking about how she didn't want to return to Japan. She hadn't been there since she was seven, to attend her grandmother's funeral, and hadn't enjoyed it very much. She'd actually forgotten a lot of Japanese as well, although her parents didn't know that. They tried to speak as much English as possible in the house, to make sure they knew everything.

She sighed, knowing that this would be a very boring vacation. It had been so far. Compared to Hogwarts, the huge, majestic, magical castle, her own home seemed tiny, inelegant, and nothing exciting seemed to happen. At least she had homework she could do… and a few more books that she hadn't read yet.

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Usagi tentatively cast out her senses as she had done in her mother's room what seemed like ages ago. She was searching for Harry's presence now, not wanting to be detected by his muggle cousin. He wasn't there. Usagi frowned in confusion. It was nearly suppertime, only three days before they would be leaving on the Hogwarts Express. Why wasn't he home? Usagi had wanted to ask if he would go to Diagon Alley with her tomorrow morning.

Oh well… she'd see him on the train.

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"Usagi? Have you seen Harry or Ron?" Hermione stood in the doorway of the compartment Usagi had situated herself in.

"No… haven't you?"

Hermione frowned and shook her head. "I've checked all over the train, and I can't find them."

"Maybe they don't want to be found. Come sit down!" Usagi said, gesturing to the seat next to her.

Hermione complied, and the two spent an outwardly nonchalant ride on the Hogwarts Express. Harry and Ron were both on their minds, though, both wondering where they had got to.

"I suppose we'll see them when we get to the feast," Usagi said as the train slowed, as if they had only been talking about the matter seconds before.

Hermione nodded, and both clambered onto a horseless carriage.

Harry and Ron weren't at the feast, but a rumor about them was flying around the Great Hall.

"Did you hear?"

"A flying car!"

"No, it was a dragon!"

The girls got the most sense out of the Weasley twins.

"They didn't come through the barrier after us, but Mum and Dad couldn't get back through to see where'd they'd got to," Fred explained.

"And then we saw our car ducking under the clouds once…" George said, and both then launched into their full version of events.

Usagi sighed, glancing down the table at Oliver Wood. They seemed to have grown apart a bit over the summer, but he looked at her and smiled, and she felt a million times better.

She didn't get a chance to speak with him that night, because she was dead tired and wanted to get to the bedroom as fast as she could.

In the morning, however, two things happened.

First, she received a letter. Hazeka flew in and, landing on her shoulder, said, "Hello, Usagi."

"Hello, Hazeka," Usagi murmured, not wanting other people to know about her ability to talk to animals yet.

"I've got a letter for you," Hazeka said, holding out a leg with a bit of parchment tied to it. As Usagi removed the letter, Hazeka added, "I wouldn't mind a bit of toast, either."

Giggling softly, Usagi gave her a bit of toast, and watched her fly off. Then she looked at the letter.

Meet me at the Quidditch Pitch. I want to try training you for Quidditch a bit… you'd make a good Chaser, we know that, but I want to see what else you can do.

Usagi flipped the parchment over and scribbled OK. I'll see you there at lunch? on the back. Then she folded it up into a paper airplane, whispered a little charm she'd picked up over the summer, and threw it. She watched it zoom around Oliver's head, and giggled as he tried to catch it. The only thing was, as soon as he reached out for it, it would dart away too quickly for him. Finally, he turned to Harry (who was seated next to him) with a pleading look in his eyes.

Harry, understanding, reached out and managed to grab the airplane before it darted out of his reach. Darn Seeker reflexes… Usagi thought resentfully, sticking her tongue out at Harry. He caught the gesture, and grinned mischievously at Usagi. Then, his face fell as Ron said something about a bright scarlet envelope he'd just received, and Usagi understood almost immediately why.

A loud, woman's voice filled the hall, shouting something about flying a car and crashing it into the Whomping Willow, and Ron's dad facing an inquiry at work… at least everyone knew what had happened yesterday, but Harry and Ron looked mortified. Can't really blame them… I would too.

Her mind was wandering during the first two classes of the day, and thankfully Snape, potions-master and her half-brother, didn't call on her. She would've been in big trouble if he had. Another lucky thing was they were working in pairs, so all she had to do was follow Hermione's orders.

At last, it was lunch time. Usagi rushed out to the Quidditch Pitch without even getting food, and found Oliver already there.

"I've already seen you'd make a fair Chaser," he explained, "But I wanted to see how you did in other positions."

"All right," Usagi agreed.

"We'll try you as Keeper for now, and then tomorrow beater, and the day after Seeker."

Oliver gave her a few instructions, then charmed a few balls to be very difficult to stop, and let her try to keep them out of the hoops. Only one got past, and Oliver had to admit that even he couldn't have stopped it.

The next days (as promised) Oliver tried putting Usagi in the different Quidditch positions, but she was by far the best as Keeper.

"You've got a real knack for it!" he exclaimed to her enthusiastically one day.

"Yeah…" Usagi said, thinking of her mother's room, and the diary. Her mother had been a star Keeper. But Usagi couldn't tell Oliver that… he still thought she was muggle born. Why haven't I told him about my past yet? Usagi wondered to herself. I should have told him before I told anyone else…

You don't want to tell him, a nasty little voice replied, you don't trust him. And you don't feel like he is the right one.

Usagi tried to ignore herself {A/N: Umm… I'm still trying to figure that one out, don't ask} but utterly failed. She knew that that other part of her was right, and that he wasn't the one that she'd grow old with. But the good times can last…

But how wrong she was.

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The year went by almost normally, but with people in a very jittery state. There had been numerous attacks, and no one knew who it was. Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid had been taken away, and Quidditch cancelled. But the classes went on as they should, until one day…

"All students should return to their dormitories immediately!" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded magically throughout the entire castle. Everyone obeyed, wondering what had happened.

The whole of Gryffindor House crowded in the common room (except for Harry and Ron, but Usagi was the only one to spot this).

Professor McGonagall entered after a time, and made a startling announcement. "Two people have been killed," she said heavily. "Ginny Weasley, who was taken into the chamber, and Oliver Wood, found beneath the messages."

Usagi was shocked. Oliver? Oliver was dead? It couldn't be… as Professor McGonagall departed, she sank to the floor in tears. Parvati came over and put a comforting arm around her shoulders, but her sobs didn't diminish. Lavender joined them and said, "Let's get you to bed… you need to sleep."

Nodding through her tears, Usagi allowed herself to be escorted up to her dorm room. She crawled into bed, and fell asleep with Parvati and Lavender rubbing her back and holding her hand in a very maternal way.

She was woken up in the middle of the night, though, and was suddenly flooded with the memory of what happened.

"Come on, Usagi! There's a feast going on downstairs! Harry and Ron beat the basilisk and rescued Ginny!" Lavender said excitedly.

"And Oliver?" Usagi asked hopefully. But Parvati's face clouded and she shook her head.

"But Dumbledore's back!" she said, trying to sound cheerful. Usagi once more allowed herself to be dragged around.

She couldn't eat, and only pushed her food around on her plate. Harry came and sat next to her, saying, "Why don't you go to the room? It might help…"

Usagi nodded her agreement, then whispered shakily, "Will you come with me?"

Harry didn't respond, but stood up and walked with her out of the Great Hall.

Usagi cast out her senses, as she always did, when she entered the room. She always was trying to make sure she'd made everything appear that she could. At first, she'd been surprised to see that as her magic grew stronger, she could find more things in the room. This time, it didn't fail. She picked up on something next to the bed: a bedside table.

The table had a note on top of it, and Usagi picked it up to read.

My daughter-

I know that you are reading this after suffering a great grief. That is the only way to find this table. But there are more revelations for you. You may ask your twin (who is most likely with you) for the blue journal he found. That will explain more to you.

Queen Serenity

Usagi looked up, gaping. "Harry?" she said, with a surprising sturdiness in her voice, "Are you my twin?"

"Yup," he said cheerfully. "Not current-time biological, but I was back in the Moon Kingdom, so technically, I am."

"That's excellent!" Usagi shrieked. "How long have you known?"

"Since Easter holidays last year," Harry said, shrugging. "But I found a note from our mum, and it said to keep it a secret."

Usagi nodded happily, and said, "This summer, we need to keep in touch better." She still grieved over Oliver, but felt a bit better at the prospect of having a twin… whom she had become friends with long before she had any idea of what he was.

The feast was rather subdued when they returned, but when Usagi spotted Hermione, she ran over and gave her a big hug, whispering in her ear, "Harry's my twin."

Hermione understood, and hugged her back. She'd heard about Oliver, and knew that the happy-go-lucky girl would need a great deal of support to stay afloat.

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OK, that's all I'm writing for book two. I've actually been thinking about how I wanted to kill Oliver… much as I liked him, he wasn't right, and I didn't want to put them through a break up. I really wanted to get to book three, so I'll be doing that as soon as I get on my pajamas.

Same questions as last chapter (in case you've forgotten). Who actually reads these notes? And what do you think the genres should be for this fic? Review, and let me know!

~**Rini**~