To Fight Your Own Battles
A CardCaptor Sakura and Harry Potter Crossover Fan fiction
Prologue:
"Who'd you think will be our Defense Against Dark Arts Teacher this year?" Ron Weasley asked, his flaming reddish-orange hair contrasting horribly with the paleness of his skin, spitting out a few flecks of the Chocolate Frog that he was currently chewing on.
Hermione Granger sniffed at him. "Well, I certainly hope that it won't be that Umbridge woman. And close your mouth when you chew, would you?"
Harry Potter, the two's closest friend ignored the glares that the pair sent at each other. "It definitely won't be Umbridge, Hermione. Dumbledore wouldn't allow another moron from the Ministry of Magic set foot on Hogwarts."
"Wish it's Lupin," Ron said wistfully.
Hermione shook her head thoughtfully. "I don't think so. Professor Lupin's busy doing work for the Order of the Phoenix, right? I bet Dumbledore's found some new blood to take the D.A.D.A. post."
Suddenly, with a lurch, the Hogwarts Express, the train which would be soon taking them to Hogwarts School, stopped abruptly. Exchanging looks of confusion, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up and shoved open the door. Hermione and Ron, who had hurried ahead of Harry, stopped in alarm when they saw their friend drop to one knee on the corridor, one hand on his lightning-shaped scar, the other clinging for support on the door jamb.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Voldemort," Harry gasped out. Ignoring the looks of alarm on his friend's faces, he tried to stand up on wobbly knees. "He's. happy."
More people were pouring out from the train's compartments, all of them curious, some with expressions of worry and fear on their faces. Ever since the Ministry had admitted that the Dark Lord, Voldemort, had really returned, everyone in the wizarding world had been on guard, never knowing when he might strike.
'Well,' Harry thought grimly as the throbbing on his forehead decreased to a numbing pain. 'Voldemort has finally grown tired of waiting.'
Several fifth-years were going down the stairs of the train, headed outside, and Harry, Ron and Hermione followed suit, wands drawn. Outside, they scanned the surroundings, noting the grim silence of the green fields and grazing pastures of the country in which they had halted. Something was horribly wrong here. Harry could practically feel it.
Walking a little ways away from a cluster of excited first years, Harry found himself facing Terry Boot, Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil and her twin sister, Padma, Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott, Luna Lovegood and a few of their friends, all of which had been part of Dumbledore's Army, the group of Hogwarts students to whom he had taught Defense Against Dark Arts the previous year. They were all looking slightly panicky, but to his approval, they all had their wands out as well.
"Harry," Terry said, nodding at him.
"Oh, Harry, what do you think's happened?" Hannah asked him, round face puckered up in worry.
Harry opened his mouth to answer, about to say that he had no idea what was happening, when suddenly, just a few meters away from where the train had stopped, where a small grass-covered hill stood, appeared almost two dozen hooded figures, all carrying wands. Their faces were covered, shadowed by the hoods they wore, but a chill ran down Harry's back as he recognized them.
"Death Eaters," he whispered.
There were twenty-four of the hooded people in all, and one by one, the students began turning, curious as to why their friends had fallen silent. With growing horror, they saw the threat, and while some of the more faint-hearted began rushing back to get inside the train, some of the older students, began pulling out their wands, feeling fearful as they did so.
The tallest shrouded figure, who appeared to be the leader, raised his wand and pointed it at the students. Harry, who had been frozen rigid a few seconds earlier, snapped back to reality, his eyes widening as the Death Eater looked up and he glimpsed the blood red eyes standing out brightly from the pale face. It was a face that held no trace of pity or compassion in it, and just looking at it made his blood run cold.
"Harry," Hermione whimpered, one hand tightly clutching his arm, the other on her wand. He noted that she was trembling slightly.
"We'll fight them," he whispered to his friends, his voice carrying over to where Ernie and the others stood. He could see them nodding in his peripheral vision. "On the count of three."
"One."
They raised their wands simultaneously. He could see the leader's smirk growing as he raised a single eyebrow at them.
"Two."
In unison, the Death Eaters raised their wands as well.
Suddenly, before Harry could say 'three', a ball of white, blinding light dropped right between where the train and the Death Eaters were facing off. It flickered for a moment, and Harry thought he glimpsed a pink core inside it, before it suddenly exploded.
Dust and dirt rose up in a cloud and Harry raised his sleeve to cover his face, shielding his eyes and mouth from the billowing waves of dust that had risen from the center. Somewhere around him, he could hear the others coughing aloud. Apparently, they hadn't shielded their faces as quickly as he had.
After a few seconds, the dust finally settled down, and they saw.
Author's Note: A Cliffhanger and it's just the start of the story. If it isn't obvious enough, this is an HP CCS Crossover. Harry and his friends are in their sixth year here. Some spoilers in store about the HP Book Five.
Anyways, I just wanted to ask which couple you favored more:
Hermione & Draco Ron & Meiling Meiling & Draco Hermione & Ron
I need answers, people! Review and tell me what you think of the story, please! Should I continue or should I just trash this fic and forget it ever existed? : )
A CardCaptor Sakura and Harry Potter Crossover Fan fiction
Prologue:
"Who'd you think will be our Defense Against Dark Arts Teacher this year?" Ron Weasley asked, his flaming reddish-orange hair contrasting horribly with the paleness of his skin, spitting out a few flecks of the Chocolate Frog that he was currently chewing on.
Hermione Granger sniffed at him. "Well, I certainly hope that it won't be that Umbridge woman. And close your mouth when you chew, would you?"
Harry Potter, the two's closest friend ignored the glares that the pair sent at each other. "It definitely won't be Umbridge, Hermione. Dumbledore wouldn't allow another moron from the Ministry of Magic set foot on Hogwarts."
"Wish it's Lupin," Ron said wistfully.
Hermione shook her head thoughtfully. "I don't think so. Professor Lupin's busy doing work for the Order of the Phoenix, right? I bet Dumbledore's found some new blood to take the D.A.D.A. post."
Suddenly, with a lurch, the Hogwarts Express, the train which would be soon taking them to Hogwarts School, stopped abruptly. Exchanging looks of confusion, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up and shoved open the door. Hermione and Ron, who had hurried ahead of Harry, stopped in alarm when they saw their friend drop to one knee on the corridor, one hand on his lightning-shaped scar, the other clinging for support on the door jamb.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Voldemort," Harry gasped out. Ignoring the looks of alarm on his friend's faces, he tried to stand up on wobbly knees. "He's. happy."
More people were pouring out from the train's compartments, all of them curious, some with expressions of worry and fear on their faces. Ever since the Ministry had admitted that the Dark Lord, Voldemort, had really returned, everyone in the wizarding world had been on guard, never knowing when he might strike.
'Well,' Harry thought grimly as the throbbing on his forehead decreased to a numbing pain. 'Voldemort has finally grown tired of waiting.'
Several fifth-years were going down the stairs of the train, headed outside, and Harry, Ron and Hermione followed suit, wands drawn. Outside, they scanned the surroundings, noting the grim silence of the green fields and grazing pastures of the country in which they had halted. Something was horribly wrong here. Harry could practically feel it.
Walking a little ways away from a cluster of excited first years, Harry found himself facing Terry Boot, Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil and her twin sister, Padma, Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott, Luna Lovegood and a few of their friends, all of which had been part of Dumbledore's Army, the group of Hogwarts students to whom he had taught Defense Against Dark Arts the previous year. They were all looking slightly panicky, but to his approval, they all had their wands out as well.
"Harry," Terry said, nodding at him.
"Oh, Harry, what do you think's happened?" Hannah asked him, round face puckered up in worry.
Harry opened his mouth to answer, about to say that he had no idea what was happening, when suddenly, just a few meters away from where the train had stopped, where a small grass-covered hill stood, appeared almost two dozen hooded figures, all carrying wands. Their faces were covered, shadowed by the hoods they wore, but a chill ran down Harry's back as he recognized them.
"Death Eaters," he whispered.
There were twenty-four of the hooded people in all, and one by one, the students began turning, curious as to why their friends had fallen silent. With growing horror, they saw the threat, and while some of the more faint-hearted began rushing back to get inside the train, some of the older students, began pulling out their wands, feeling fearful as they did so.
The tallest shrouded figure, who appeared to be the leader, raised his wand and pointed it at the students. Harry, who had been frozen rigid a few seconds earlier, snapped back to reality, his eyes widening as the Death Eater looked up and he glimpsed the blood red eyes standing out brightly from the pale face. It was a face that held no trace of pity or compassion in it, and just looking at it made his blood run cold.
"Harry," Hermione whimpered, one hand tightly clutching his arm, the other on her wand. He noted that she was trembling slightly.
"We'll fight them," he whispered to his friends, his voice carrying over to where Ernie and the others stood. He could see them nodding in his peripheral vision. "On the count of three."
"One."
They raised their wands simultaneously. He could see the leader's smirk growing as he raised a single eyebrow at them.
"Two."
In unison, the Death Eaters raised their wands as well.
Suddenly, before Harry could say 'three', a ball of white, blinding light dropped right between where the train and the Death Eaters were facing off. It flickered for a moment, and Harry thought he glimpsed a pink core inside it, before it suddenly exploded.
Dust and dirt rose up in a cloud and Harry raised his sleeve to cover his face, shielding his eyes and mouth from the billowing waves of dust that had risen from the center. Somewhere around him, he could hear the others coughing aloud. Apparently, they hadn't shielded their faces as quickly as he had.
After a few seconds, the dust finally settled down, and they saw.
Author's Note: A Cliffhanger and it's just the start of the story. If it isn't obvious enough, this is an HP CCS Crossover. Harry and his friends are in their sixth year here. Some spoilers in store about the HP Book Five.
Anyways, I just wanted to ask which couple you favored more:
Hermione & Draco Ron & Meiling Meiling & Draco Hermione & Ron
I need answers, people! Review and tell me what you think of the story, please! Should I continue or should I just trash this fic and forget it ever existed? : )