Moga: Okay, first things first, credit were it is due. This idea was
completely sparked by Starre and her Teen Titans Harry Potter Crossover
fiction. GO READ IT!!! But you can also read this one. Mine's a bit
different. The Titans are the Titans, and this has all of them in it. I'm
basing it strongly off the books, so if some stuff seems the same as the
book, you know why.
It was one of the super blah days that were so perfect it was boring. Perfect temperature, sky color, breeze, waves, perfect perfect perfect. So of course it should stand that there was absolutely nothing to do but sit around inside and do absolutely nothing but dwell on boredom. That is, in fact, was what happening in the T-shaped Titans Tower. Well, almost.
True, they were all inside, but they were doing something, other than dwell on the suffocating boredom, that is. It seemed, in fact, that the dullness that had covered the rest of the city had missed the Tower, rendering its inhabitants a fun, albeit inside, day.
Anyway, it was early in the day when events started unfolding that could possible change the lives of the Teen Titans, and countless others, forever. . .
"Yo, Starfire! Your turn on mail call!" Yelled a large teenager from the edges of the so-dubbed game world, or in other words he was busy playing video games and hadn't noticed that aforementioned person had already gone to get the mail. Outside the nicknamed Giant T, the alien girl named, or perhaps nicknamed, she hadn't told anyone that she had any other name, was getting the mail. The mail, as usual, consisted of mostly fan mail, junk, and, perhaps not that oddly, the occasional marriage proposal from someone they had never heard of before. Of course they also got nice thank-you letters, which sometimes included a gift.
Starfire brought in the assorted mail and handed it to Robin, watching as he sorted through the mail. He only made two piles; junk and not junk. The junk pile had a ratio of about five to one against the not junk pile. Usual, no one got a letter addressed to just them. Any mail worth reading almost always was addressed to just The Teen Titans. So it made it even weird when at the bottom of the mail pile he found five odd envelopes, each addressed to one of the Titans. 'Person thank-you notes?' Robin queried in his head. It wasn't like any letter he'd ever seen before, though.
Each envelope was thick and heavy, made of a yellowish parchment, the address written in emerald-green ink. Oddly, there was no stamp. 'How did these even get through the postal system?' Robin thought. Perhaps the last time he'd trust the mailmen with anything important.
He picked up his to examine it, to engrossed to say anything as he handed Starfire hers. Starfire beamed, overjoyed at getting her own piece of mail. Eager to share the feeling, she grabbed the envelopes addressed to the other Titans and brought them to them, sliding Raven's under her door, as she didn't know where Raven was at the moment.
Raven stared out over the city, watching the brown speck fade away into the distance. She didn't know where it had come from, or where it was going. It had just come out of nowhere. She was just interested, as owls were nocturnal, and were rarely ever seen during the day. She broke her gaze as she heard beast Boy yell from down stairs "Mail!". Pushing the owl from her mind, Raven went to see what was so exciting about the mail, considering that she had seen Starfire bring it in almost ten minutes ago.
Robin carefully examined the envelope. He had turned it over, to find it held closed with a wax seal. Slightly odd in itself, as hardly anybody used waxed seals anymore. What caught his eye was the design, highly intricate, if you asked him. For one, it was purple. Most wax wasn't colored at all. Two, it had a coat of arms on it, a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake, all surrounding a large letter H.
It was the 'Thud" from the living room that snapped him back to reality. Fearing for his team mates, he let the envelope drop to the table as he tore into the living room. Cyborg and Starfire leaned over a passed out Beast Boy. "What happened?!?"
"I don' know. He just read part of that letter he got and, boom, lights out." Cyborg said. Almost as if his words had some affect on the green boy, Beast Boy sat up, arms outstretched.
"Gimme the letter!" He half demanded, near screaming. Starfire, always wanting to help, reacted first, giving him the letter, which was written in emerald-green ink, on the same type of yellowish parchment that the envelope was made out of. The shape shifter read it over. "No way. . ." He said, after he reread it, a tome of disbelief in his voice.
"What is it Beast Boy?" Robin asked, wary of whatever was happening. As the elf-eared boy was about to reply, an explosion form upstairs caught their attention. Before any of them could even get half way to the stairs, Raven found them.
"Tell me they're joking," she said, holding up a letter almost identical to Beast Boy's, save for her name at the top. All she got was a confused look from her fellow Titans, except for Beast Boy.
"I don't think they're joking, Raven," he said, looking down.
"You have got to be kidding me," she replied.
"Okay, what is this all about, you two?" Robin cut in.
"Read your letter, guys," Beast Boy answered for himself and Raven. Frowning slightly, each of the three confused Titans retrieved his or her letter, opening it to the enclosed letter.
Robin eyes widened after just reading the heading of the letter: HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Drake
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, part of the first year of American students. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. They can all be found in Diagon Alley. Take the Night Bus, just hold out your wand hand over the street at night, and go tell them you are going to Diagon Alley. Someone at The Leaky Caldron will show you the way.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
HOGARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZADRY
Uniform First-year students will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings) Please note that all pupils' cloths should carry nametags
Course Books All students should have a copy of each of the following: Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), by Miranda Goshawk A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot Magical Theory, by Adalbert Waffling A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration, by Emeric Switch One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, by Phyllida Spore Magical Drafts and Potions, by Arsenius Jigger Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander The dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment 1 wand 1 caldron (pewter, standard size 2) 1 set glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set brass scales Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Robin looked up speechlessly at the rest of the team, Starfire and Cyborg wearing the same expression of shock. "So. . ." he began, but didn't really have anything to say.
Beast Boy grinned. "So we go look stupid trying to do this!" He cheered, loving the thought have having more powers that most people didn't have.
"If we're going to do this, we're going to need to get to a road first," Raven stated. "In case you haven't noticed, there aren't any on this island."
"I think it would be wonderful to go," Starfire put in, unsure if this was normal or not.
"Well. . ." Robin began, getting caught off guard by Starfire's pleading gaze.
'Man, I know it sounds cool, but I just don't think it's a good idea," Cyborg said, a hopeful edge to his voice that maybe it was real.
"Cyborg has a point, you know," Robin said.
"Oh, Robin, please can we go? Pretty please?" Starfire begged.
"Yeah dude! This could be a once in a lifetime chance!" Beast Boy cried.
"If it is a trap, we can go prepared. Slade can't beat all of us, if this is a trap form him," Raven logically stated.
Perhaps forgetting ration momentarily, Robin relented. "Okay, fine. . ." he half mumbled, before being cut off by Starfire's ecstatic hug.
Moga: So, how was that? Tell me what you think, this is my first time doing something like this.
It was one of the super blah days that were so perfect it was boring. Perfect temperature, sky color, breeze, waves, perfect perfect perfect. So of course it should stand that there was absolutely nothing to do but sit around inside and do absolutely nothing but dwell on boredom. That is, in fact, was what happening in the T-shaped Titans Tower. Well, almost.
True, they were all inside, but they were doing something, other than dwell on the suffocating boredom, that is. It seemed, in fact, that the dullness that had covered the rest of the city had missed the Tower, rendering its inhabitants a fun, albeit inside, day.
Anyway, it was early in the day when events started unfolding that could possible change the lives of the Teen Titans, and countless others, forever. . .
"Yo, Starfire! Your turn on mail call!" Yelled a large teenager from the edges of the so-dubbed game world, or in other words he was busy playing video games and hadn't noticed that aforementioned person had already gone to get the mail. Outside the nicknamed Giant T, the alien girl named, or perhaps nicknamed, she hadn't told anyone that she had any other name, was getting the mail. The mail, as usual, consisted of mostly fan mail, junk, and, perhaps not that oddly, the occasional marriage proposal from someone they had never heard of before. Of course they also got nice thank-you letters, which sometimes included a gift.
Starfire brought in the assorted mail and handed it to Robin, watching as he sorted through the mail. He only made two piles; junk and not junk. The junk pile had a ratio of about five to one against the not junk pile. Usual, no one got a letter addressed to just them. Any mail worth reading almost always was addressed to just The Teen Titans. So it made it even weird when at the bottom of the mail pile he found five odd envelopes, each addressed to one of the Titans. 'Person thank-you notes?' Robin queried in his head. It wasn't like any letter he'd ever seen before, though.
Each envelope was thick and heavy, made of a yellowish parchment, the address written in emerald-green ink. Oddly, there was no stamp. 'How did these even get through the postal system?' Robin thought. Perhaps the last time he'd trust the mailmen with anything important.
He picked up his to examine it, to engrossed to say anything as he handed Starfire hers. Starfire beamed, overjoyed at getting her own piece of mail. Eager to share the feeling, she grabbed the envelopes addressed to the other Titans and brought them to them, sliding Raven's under her door, as she didn't know where Raven was at the moment.
Raven stared out over the city, watching the brown speck fade away into the distance. She didn't know where it had come from, or where it was going. It had just come out of nowhere. She was just interested, as owls were nocturnal, and were rarely ever seen during the day. She broke her gaze as she heard beast Boy yell from down stairs "Mail!". Pushing the owl from her mind, Raven went to see what was so exciting about the mail, considering that she had seen Starfire bring it in almost ten minutes ago.
Robin carefully examined the envelope. He had turned it over, to find it held closed with a wax seal. Slightly odd in itself, as hardly anybody used waxed seals anymore. What caught his eye was the design, highly intricate, if you asked him. For one, it was purple. Most wax wasn't colored at all. Two, it had a coat of arms on it, a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake, all surrounding a large letter H.
It was the 'Thud" from the living room that snapped him back to reality. Fearing for his team mates, he let the envelope drop to the table as he tore into the living room. Cyborg and Starfire leaned over a passed out Beast Boy. "What happened?!?"
"I don' know. He just read part of that letter he got and, boom, lights out." Cyborg said. Almost as if his words had some affect on the green boy, Beast Boy sat up, arms outstretched.
"Gimme the letter!" He half demanded, near screaming. Starfire, always wanting to help, reacted first, giving him the letter, which was written in emerald-green ink, on the same type of yellowish parchment that the envelope was made out of. The shape shifter read it over. "No way. . ." He said, after he reread it, a tome of disbelief in his voice.
"What is it Beast Boy?" Robin asked, wary of whatever was happening. As the elf-eared boy was about to reply, an explosion form upstairs caught their attention. Before any of them could even get half way to the stairs, Raven found them.
"Tell me they're joking," she said, holding up a letter almost identical to Beast Boy's, save for her name at the top. All she got was a confused look from her fellow Titans, except for Beast Boy.
"I don't think they're joking, Raven," he said, looking down.
"You have got to be kidding me," she replied.
"Okay, what is this all about, you two?" Robin cut in.
"Read your letter, guys," Beast Boy answered for himself and Raven. Frowning slightly, each of the three confused Titans retrieved his or her letter, opening it to the enclosed letter.
Robin eyes widened after just reading the heading of the letter: HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Drake
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, part of the first year of American students. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. They can all be found in Diagon Alley. Take the Night Bus, just hold out your wand hand over the street at night, and go tell them you are going to Diagon Alley. Someone at The Leaky Caldron will show you the way.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
HOGARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZADRY
Uniform First-year students will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings) Please note that all pupils' cloths should carry nametags
Course Books All students should have a copy of each of the following: Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), by Miranda Goshawk A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot Magical Theory, by Adalbert Waffling A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration, by Emeric Switch One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, by Phyllida Spore Magical Drafts and Potions, by Arsenius Jigger Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander The dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment 1 wand 1 caldron (pewter, standard size 2) 1 set glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set brass scales Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Robin looked up speechlessly at the rest of the team, Starfire and Cyborg wearing the same expression of shock. "So. . ." he began, but didn't really have anything to say.
Beast Boy grinned. "So we go look stupid trying to do this!" He cheered, loving the thought have having more powers that most people didn't have.
"If we're going to do this, we're going to need to get to a road first," Raven stated. "In case you haven't noticed, there aren't any on this island."
"I think it would be wonderful to go," Starfire put in, unsure if this was normal or not.
"Well. . ." Robin began, getting caught off guard by Starfire's pleading gaze.
'Man, I know it sounds cool, but I just don't think it's a good idea," Cyborg said, a hopeful edge to his voice that maybe it was real.
"Cyborg has a point, you know," Robin said.
"Oh, Robin, please can we go? Pretty please?" Starfire begged.
"Yeah dude! This could be a once in a lifetime chance!" Beast Boy cried.
"If it is a trap, we can go prepared. Slade can't beat all of us, if this is a trap form him," Raven logically stated.
Perhaps forgetting ration momentarily, Robin relented. "Okay, fine. . ." he half mumbled, before being cut off by Starfire's ecstatic hug.
Moga: So, how was that? Tell me what you think, this is my first time doing something like this.