A/N:

*gets down on hands and knees and bows repeatedly, causing massive head trauma to herself.* Gomen! Gomen! Ai I had so much work to do recently, so many papers, argh, and I still have more! And then when I did have some free time I was out of cadence so I had no flecking idea what to write!

I hope I haven't lost any readers!

Now, on to questions and concerns, though unfortunately there weren't very many this time around. ASK people! It helps me write and makes me think about what I write!

Alright, Leila didn't like how Dumbledore reacted, and I'm sure many of you have the same concerns. Here are the reasons

There are three basic types of foresight, which have many different kinds within them.

First and highest is Clow's foresight, the True Foresight. Trelawney's predictions (the ones she doesn't remember making to Harry) come under this heading. It involves either being pulled out of time or delving outside of your own will. Sometimes things come inside of the body and give predictions, like Trelawney; typically they have no memory of what they said, unless it is from an outside source, like autonomic writing. This also covers people allowing themselves to be possessed by a ghost or other thing that has True Foresight even if the host does not.

Note One: If one is powerful enough one can actually change the threads of Fate a little.

Note Two: Clow is so powerful he often does it without realizing he's doing it. He doesn't even have to foresee something to alter it. It makes him disgustingly lucky.

Second Type: Uses of mediums in foretelling. Clow also does this when the mood strikes him, it keeps him from changing the future as much. This is what Trelawney teaches. You don't need the first type in order for this to work, though it helps. Unfortunately it gets difficult to differentiate between when the signs are symbolic or literal. (Remember the Grim but it really was Sirus?)

Note Three: Magic is not necessary for the two previous types of foresight.

Third Type: Magic is necessary for this kind of Foresight. In fact a good bit of magic is needed. It is Foresight related to things you have connection to. That is remember how Sakura had dreams about the Clow cards? It's because of this, partially. She also has the first type mind you, but not as developed. The weakest forms of this are characterized by 'bad feelings' and hunches. As Dumbledore is magically tied to the school this is why he seems to know everything that's going on.

Now then, Dumbledore only has the last kind of foresight, while Clow has all three in vast quantities. Further more, Clow did not foresee this, how could Dumbledore? Moreover, Dumbledore might be an Uber wizard, but Clow is at least ten times more powerful, he's uber uber ad nasum.

Clow coming over was like dropping the Tri-wizard tournament into Dumbledore's lap with no forewarning.

It is also not like Dumbledore cursed the paint off the walls, he said it in a very matter of fact way, which I will be typing, eventually. *evil grin*

And who says Sakura is going to be at the school already? I'm thinking about torturing you all with a chapter or two before she even shows up again.

*evil laughter*

And just so you know, I got the paper in on time and it was a B+

Oh, and I *LIKE* telling you guys this stuff.

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Chapter Six: Oh Fudge

(Or: In Which The Author Clarifies The Recent Time Line Kinks That No One Noticed And Write Silliness Because It Amuses Her)
The Governors of Hogwarts were *not* pleased. Like Lucius Malfoy, who was no longer a part of their esteemed group, they were all part of the Ministry of Magic, indeed, most of them held very high positions. Thus when Clow Reed showed up at the Minister's predawn get-what-should-have-been-finished-yesterday-done-now meeting and 'requested' that his child (or rather half child, no one was quite too sure how that worked out) go to Hogwarts most of the governors were easily found.

The rest of them had to be woken up. Three in the morning was a positively unwizardly hour. Add that to the fact that the Minister's letter all but *ordered* them to let the child in...well.

The Governors of Hogwarts were *not* pleased.

To be fair that Pocky stuff was quite good and woke them up right away. They were particularly fond of the chocolate ones that were extra thick so as to be almost like fudge.

To be fair Clow had spoken eloquently, offered more pocky, and was willing to pay for the child's tuition, and gave the Governors some ideas.

Hogwarts was free for all years for muggle born students, and the cost for wizarding born was very little, even less if a member of the family was part of the ministry. The only income the place had was from the Governors, and donations from Alumni. Thankfully the teachers room and board were included in their wages, and (most) House Elves worked for free.

Hogwarts was not tight for money, mind you, no where near it, but it would be nice to provide the students with brooms better than old Cleansweeps.

But Clow had an idea that would bring more money to the school, and bring prestige as well. They had mentioned that they were pleased that Clow would pay for tuition, perhaps their voice gave away how pleased and Clow had queried about the state of the school. Eventually the man had wormed the full story out of them and proposed his idea.

The idea, incidentally, came from the muggles. Hogwarts was huge, its faculties were no where near being used to the fullest capacity. It was a revelation to the Governors that muggle colleges were top of the line and allowed for, even sponsored, research in their facilities. In return they received a cut of the profits that came from such things. Because recently several instillations for the mass production and research of potions had been destroyed (rouge attacks, no one was saying Voldemort--but they whispered it), If they offered such a thing...EndoPotion, makers of Skele-grow and most other healing potions, would be all over the chance. New brooms they did not have, but top of the line faculties they did. And given a chance to get at Hogwarts' library (not even Hermione knew what a treasure the students had access to)...The idea was fantastic! Clow had even mentioned an odd case of magic deprivation that would be a fabulous boon to St. Mungos to study. St. Mungos had to deal with Wizards driven insane and who's magic was completely out of control, to be able to tap them without hurting them...why they might even be able to do away with the Dementors in Azkaban!

Clow had smiled and bowed in that polite eastern way of his and submitted to his hand being vigorously shaken. Then he had generously provided them each with a crate of Pocky before Disapparating.

~*~*~*~

Children from all over who returned home after a year or more expected their parents to keep their rooms just as they were when they left...even if they had apparently left the nest for good.

Needless to say most were disappointed when they came home.

When Clow Apparated in what was once his room in his mother's home he was disoriented and somehow not at the same time.

More than a hundred years and his room was just as he left it, even the ink stain on the floor mats. Apparently his family had erected an ancestral shrine to him.

Pity he was defiling it. Could he technically defile it though? It was his room after all.

He was on part of the room going though his draws and a chest that his father had given him while he scryed the other side of his room, even while he calmly gave out instructions to Yue, who did nothing to help. Things when flying. Less than a minute later he gave a shout of triumph, switched sides, and started digging though a pile of dirty clothing until he found it. He held up the lacquer box which was about the size of his two hands twice over and about three inches deep. He opened it and checked the contents, spell wise, satisfied that everything was in order, even the thread had yet to decay because of a spell used on his room. He disappeared.

The lone person in the room blinked at having been so strangely disturbed from his meditations, and the dirty obi fell from his head.

He found that he had a strange craving for chocolate Pocky.

Yue was very amused.

~*~*~*~

"Tomoyo," he said softly, shuffling his feet slightly out of discomfort and nervousness, he was glad that his long robes hid this. There was something about Tomoyo that made him feel like a child. Not like Eriol, as him he was almost always poised, but like the way Kaho made almost everyone else feel. Perhaps it was because of how she yelled at him earlier.

He wouldn't be surprised if she tried dragging him by the ear.

He would follow and whine about it as well.

She looked up from what she was doing. Eating and going over costumes. Costumes for Sakura, colors of joy she no longer wore. Her eyes were rimed in red and some of the fabric had dark tear stains. The tears had dried up long ago and she could not sleep judging from the time of night it was.

"Tomoyo, I need you to do something to help Sakura."

Those eyes immediately brightened, widening and becoming sharp and alert rather than distant.

"Sakura needs a robe, and a carrying case that can close, for the Sakura Book, for tomorrow."

Tomoyo bit her lip and wheels whirled in her brain. "A robe like yours?"

"That would be best."

She gnawed on her lower lip considering, "I do have something that I was working on. It's not quite done because I was working on descriptions of you but now...And I have a book bag I was working on, it can easily be altered, over the shoulder strap sound perfect, but it will need designs and edging matching the robe to be worthy of Sakura-chan!"

Her eyes sparkled, joy overcoming her melancholy.

"Ah, that has already been taken care of," he showed her the lacquer box and opened it and unfolded it many layers like a modern extensive makeup kit. It opened like a flower revealing its chambered insides, which were far, far larger than it should have been able to hold. Several needles and other sewing instruments, pale white, seemingly to be made of bone or ivory with tiny delicate runes carved into it. Magic, nothing could be carved that delicately and go against the grain.

There were also spools of vividly colored silk of every shade imaginable. It ran the gamut of gauges as well, fine single strands to embroidery thread of silk noil. But even there it was obvious to the trained eye of a seamstress that there was something behind it as instead of being twisted or loosely bunched the thread was braided in complicated patterns that shifted and flowed.

There was also fabric within, matching each spool of thread. Again silk, with a thread count so high her eyes blurred trying to count more than four.

This was not her dream kit. This crushed her dreams to dust and nothingness without even realizing it. This was Plato's forms seen without a lens. This was the Golden Fleece. This was the Holy Grail.

This was to her dream as Sakura was to a bad drawing of her by an angry Kero.

She swallowed thickly.

"This is for you, I need you to sew a pattern onto strips of fabric that will go on all the openings of what she wears, all the edges and trims and bands. It will protect her and everyone else. When she goes to this school she will not be able to stay under my shield and because of her distressed state her power might arc out of its confines. Do you understand?"

She nodded numbly, unable to speak but understanding, not only what Clow wanted, but what she could DO with a set like this. The outfits she could make her beloved Sakura-chan would be beyond compare!

"I will show you the pattern and I will help you finish it. I must go in a few hours, but I will be back shortly afterwards though."

She nodded at him and stood up, pencil in one hand and sketch pad in the other. She began to take notes on his robe. She reached over absently and nibbled on a piece of chocolate.

~*~*~*~

Yue had his orders, and his orders were to speak to the Elders and the Leader of the Li clan to find out how well things were going in regards to the documentation of the laws and customs of the clan. He was also to get updates on Shaoron and Melin and their assignment--or rather how it would go as they just returned back this morning.

Judging from the fact that an entire wall of his creator's old room had been removed and now opened up to a small shrine, the layout must have changed drastically. He extended himself, searching for the shadows and breath of those he was looking for, a line of pitch and a gust of air moving rapidly though the compound and then into the next.

Windy found them first, in one of the buildings that was there when he was first created, though then it had been a martial arts training area rather than governmental. He made his way forward becoming insubstantial with the power of Through, then he stopped.

His creator seemed to have neglected to turn off a certain spell he was using, perhaps out forgetfulness or inherent silliness.

Sometimes...sometimes they were so alike it made every nerve dance with aching hurt.

Yue decided to take pity on the man with half a dirty obi on his head who was still in shock and gave him a box of pocky before moving though the walls like a ghost.