Voldemort sighed heavily and weighed the wand in his hand almost
judgmentally, his eyes almost completely closed in grave
contemplation of the events of the previous few hours. In one mighty,
unjust blow, he had lost almost his entire army and not a scratch
had been laid on the Potter boy or Albus Dumbledore. The double
attack on Hogwarts and the Ministry had gone extremely awry, thanks
to the fact that that stupid moon twit had placed some strange kind
of protection over the school. It had taken him too long to rip a
hole into it, time that allowed her to hide Potter well. He had
also lost one of his best-- if he had ever had the man at all.
Severus Snape had fought valiantly against him. Voldemort could see,
in Severus's eyes, the love that the Potions Master now bore with
him, a devotion that had arrived so quickly that Voldemort knew the
object of that affection could only be the Lunarian sorceress.
He had caught a glimpse of her as she soared overhead, racing for
the tower. He would have been lying to himself if he said that his
heart-- or whatever he had in place of it-- had plummeted with the
half-hysterical thought that she was an avenging angel of god.
Perhaps she had been. His best Death Eaters kidnapped, Wormtail
among them, Voldemort knew he would soon be dealing with Sirius
Black, a duelist to make him just a bit more nervous. The moment
they verified the unconscious pig of a man, Black would be pardoned
and come out of hiding, adding points for the side of Good.
Points he could not afford to face right now.
"She will pay for this..." The image of her went through his mind
again, and his fingers clenched so tightly around his wand it was a
wonder it didn't snap from the tension. The vision of her, silver
and shining, returned unbidden to his minds eyes and a low growl
rose in his throat.
Damn her for being beautiful. Damn her. Damn her for having what he
couldn't.
He nodded softly to himself, and summoned his remaining death
eaters. A friend's dark advice was murmured into his unhearing ears
and a morbid smile crept onto his face.
The moon bitch would pay.
-------------
Severus limped down the hallway as dignified as he could, following
the careful mental map that Usagi had placed into his head so
quickly before she had completed the wards on the small prison she'd
set up. He wondered, in some part of his head, how she'd managed to
locate the place; it was a very small room in the very center of one
of the lowest levels on the castle, a place that Dumbledore had once
used to contain a certain werewolf while the Shrieking Shack was
being completed. It had thick, thick walls on all sides and was
virtually impregnable if the spell holding the door was good.
Hand it to a Lunarian to find the best place to hide.
Severus knocked lightly on the door and spoke the password she had
given him, wondering about the significance of "Tuxedo-Kamen-sama"
in her native tongue while he was secretly paranoid it was a joke at
his expense.
The door creaked open and he entered nervously and shut the door
behind him and paused.
One of his eyebrows arched. "I thought that Potter and Weasley were
here too, Your Majesty." He commented slowly, his eyes traveling
over two giddy females and two very agitated little kittens.
Usagi smiled her best smile, one that hit him like a sledgehammer
to the stomach. "Now, my dear Professor..." She purred, blinking
innocently. "I have no idea what you might be talking about... of
course, these kittens are lovely, aren't they?" She kissed the
orange one on it's nose and the poor thing melted out of her hands
and began bouncing around.
To his credentials, it only took him a few seconds to realize what
had happened, and had he been a character in one of the those muggle
anime, he would have sweatdropped immensely. "You're not allowed
to transfigure students, Usagi."
The queen shrugged and cuddled Harry close to her bosom, and Severus
suddenly discovered that he really, really wanted to be the Boy Who
Lived. "Anyway, Severus, since the best of the threat is over, I
think we can leave the sanctuary of this room. I couldn't see
much-- I've been keeping a close watch on the wards on the door. Is
everyone reasonably okay? I can feel Voldemort's anger-- it's quite
strong-- so I know that we did well."
Severus blinked at the regal tone that she had suddenly adopted,
perfect and accented with the sexual and seductive tones of her
Lunarian heritage. Hermione seemed a bit disorientated by it as
well, standing with Ron in her arms.
"Yes, Your Majesty. There were very few causalities, mostly on
their forces. And yes, Dumbledore would like to see you. And if you
would transfigure them back into humans..."
Usagi blinked and was suddenly holding a very human Harry, whom she
released. Ron hit the floor with a yelp and a crash and Usagi
sighed.
"Very well. Take care of them."
She disappeared and the door of the room swung open.
"It's impossible to Apparate on school grounds." Hermione muttered
under her breath and helped Ron to his feet.
"Not for her."
~-~
Usagi reappeared very far away from Hogwarts. It was in a very
familiar place, too. She looked around, her silvery gown swinging
around her ankles and her eyes slowly traveled to her sudden change
of clothing, her black robes replaced by the silver gown she had
seen her mother wear so often, minus a white bow and plus a thick
navy blue stripe across her breasts, her feet bare and her hair, so
long and such a pure, dazzling white, moving softly in the winds of
Tokyo.
Her home, Tokyo.
Far from being pleased, a violent oath left her lips, calling the
attention of the children playing Frisbee close-by to turn and
stare, mostly at the huge, faintly-tinted butterfly wings of the
angel, her forehead's insignia glowing in the sunlight.
"MAGIIM!" She called out, her staff appearing in her hands only to
be slammed against the ground in an explosion of power. "THIS IS
THE LAST STRAW! SHOW YOURSELF!" Her words were loud and deep, coming
from deep within her throat as she shouted them, light spiraling
from the very ground around her, forming a loose dorm that shifted
and changed in the wind.
A shadow, formless and quite black, appeared not all of three yards
away, pitch in spite of the luminance. "You finally called me, Your
Supremeness?"
She glowered at it and leveled her staff. "This has gone on far
enough. Are you suicidal or just really stupid?"
It laughed, and the children ran. "One might call me both. But I
have no true quarrel with you-- I act upon the order of the Ary
Council. They told me to move you back into your true world. I
have done with."
She exploded. "By twisting the threads of several other dimensions
in the process! You ought to be killed!"
"That I ought, my beautiful myth. But now you are home. Doesn't that
make you happy? You have helped in those dimensions, have you not?
And you have left them before receiving bad news. You should be
quite happy... unless you retain the human emotion of curiosity...
and that would be a misfortune, wouldn't it?"
Usagi's anger deflated as a sense of wary suspicion descended upon
her and she paused, remembering a half-forgotten warning of riddles
and lies. "Why would that be a misfortune?"
It smirked at her. "Because that would mean that perhaps, you were
still a little human. And everyone knows that that means!"
It vanished.
Usagi cursed loudly, and quickly threw several cloaking spells over
herself, hiding her wings and her luminance the best she could. She
could do nothing at the moment about her gown, her bare feet, or her
hair, and nor did she feel the desire to. Her senses reached out and
touched the magical auras and was a little shocked to find that
Metalica had just died. She had been gone from her world only a few
days.
She sighed and leant on her staff a little.
"I'm going to kill that Magiim..." She muttered, and began to walk
out of the park. It took her all of thirty seconds to find the road
she wanted and headed for the Arcade, the mark on her forehead
glowing. People, scorned and cynical, stopped to stare at her as
she walked past, as regal as their queen had never been, and Usagi
found herself muffling a giggle as the crowds of Downtown Juuban
parted for her, a goddess who, simply hours ago here, had been a
silly little schoolgirl, a face in the blur.
She stopped in front of the Arcade and the doors slid open, and
Motoki turned and dropped the glass he had been filling with
chocolate milkshake. Mamoru, the intended customer, spun around
and his jaw hit the counter and bounced a little.
"...Usa... Usagi?" His hoarse voice was deafening in the silence.
The ethereal fairy goddess giggled and nodded. "Hai, Mamoru-san.
Sorry about the wait... I was delayed." As she spoke she lifted her
spells, so to the people of the Arcade it seemed that two huge,
pure, softly tinted butterfly wings unfurled from her back to
dazzle and shimmer as her aura, so powerful it was visible as a
soft, silvery blue glow around her, began to take attention.
"Usagi?" Motoki mouthed, his voice gone to places unrecoverable.
"Usagi! We've been so worried about you!" Mamoru rushed at her and
swept her into his arms, holding her close with his strong arms,
and she shook her head softly and pushed him away.
"I can't do this with you, Mamoru. I'm a monster." She whispered,
her eyes heavy. "I'm only a monster, Mamoru, something this universe
has never seen, created for war and meant for peace. I can't tie
you to me... you don't deserve it."
He shook his head. "You're wrong... I've had a few days to think
all of it over, and I've--"
He was cut off as Super Sailor Venus rushed through the doors and
raced at her queen. "You're back!" She approached Usagi, but then,
unexpectedly, dropped to one knee, her head low. "My Queen." She
said solemnly.
Motoki fainted.
Usagi smiled and nodded and offered her hand to Venus. "Let's go
make paradise, Minako."
---
How's THAT for a cliffhanger?
XDXD
God, you guys must hate me..
No, I'm NOT going to leave the crossover like that.... dun WORRY! I'm
cruel, but not that cruel...
judgmentally, his eyes almost completely closed in grave
contemplation of the events of the previous few hours. In one mighty,
unjust blow, he had lost almost his entire army and not a scratch
had been laid on the Potter boy or Albus Dumbledore. The double
attack on Hogwarts and the Ministry had gone extremely awry, thanks
to the fact that that stupid moon twit had placed some strange kind
of protection over the school. It had taken him too long to rip a
hole into it, time that allowed her to hide Potter well. He had
also lost one of his best-- if he had ever had the man at all.
Severus Snape had fought valiantly against him. Voldemort could see,
in Severus's eyes, the love that the Potions Master now bore with
him, a devotion that had arrived so quickly that Voldemort knew the
object of that affection could only be the Lunarian sorceress.
He had caught a glimpse of her as she soared overhead, racing for
the tower. He would have been lying to himself if he said that his
heart-- or whatever he had in place of it-- had plummeted with the
half-hysterical thought that she was an avenging angel of god.
Perhaps she had been. His best Death Eaters kidnapped, Wormtail
among them, Voldemort knew he would soon be dealing with Sirius
Black, a duelist to make him just a bit more nervous. The moment
they verified the unconscious pig of a man, Black would be pardoned
and come out of hiding, adding points for the side of Good.
Points he could not afford to face right now.
"She will pay for this..." The image of her went through his mind
again, and his fingers clenched so tightly around his wand it was a
wonder it didn't snap from the tension. The vision of her, silver
and shining, returned unbidden to his minds eyes and a low growl
rose in his throat.
Damn her for being beautiful. Damn her. Damn her for having what he
couldn't.
He nodded softly to himself, and summoned his remaining death
eaters. A friend's dark advice was murmured into his unhearing ears
and a morbid smile crept onto his face.
The moon bitch would pay.
-------------
Severus limped down the hallway as dignified as he could, following
the careful mental map that Usagi had placed into his head so
quickly before she had completed the wards on the small prison she'd
set up. He wondered, in some part of his head, how she'd managed to
locate the place; it was a very small room in the very center of one
of the lowest levels on the castle, a place that Dumbledore had once
used to contain a certain werewolf while the Shrieking Shack was
being completed. It had thick, thick walls on all sides and was
virtually impregnable if the spell holding the door was good.
Hand it to a Lunarian to find the best place to hide.
Severus knocked lightly on the door and spoke the password she had
given him, wondering about the significance of "Tuxedo-Kamen-sama"
in her native tongue while he was secretly paranoid it was a joke at
his expense.
The door creaked open and he entered nervously and shut the door
behind him and paused.
One of his eyebrows arched. "I thought that Potter and Weasley were
here too, Your Majesty." He commented slowly, his eyes traveling
over two giddy females and two very agitated little kittens.
Usagi smiled her best smile, one that hit him like a sledgehammer
to the stomach. "Now, my dear Professor..." She purred, blinking
innocently. "I have no idea what you might be talking about... of
course, these kittens are lovely, aren't they?" She kissed the
orange one on it's nose and the poor thing melted out of her hands
and began bouncing around.
To his credentials, it only took him a few seconds to realize what
had happened, and had he been a character in one of the those muggle
anime, he would have sweatdropped immensely. "You're not allowed
to transfigure students, Usagi."
The queen shrugged and cuddled Harry close to her bosom, and Severus
suddenly discovered that he really, really wanted to be the Boy Who
Lived. "Anyway, Severus, since the best of the threat is over, I
think we can leave the sanctuary of this room. I couldn't see
much-- I've been keeping a close watch on the wards on the door. Is
everyone reasonably okay? I can feel Voldemort's anger-- it's quite
strong-- so I know that we did well."
Severus blinked at the regal tone that she had suddenly adopted,
perfect and accented with the sexual and seductive tones of her
Lunarian heritage. Hermione seemed a bit disorientated by it as
well, standing with Ron in her arms.
"Yes, Your Majesty. There were very few causalities, mostly on
their forces. And yes, Dumbledore would like to see you. And if you
would transfigure them back into humans..."
Usagi blinked and was suddenly holding a very human Harry, whom she
released. Ron hit the floor with a yelp and a crash and Usagi
sighed.
"Very well. Take care of them."
She disappeared and the door of the room swung open.
"It's impossible to Apparate on school grounds." Hermione muttered
under her breath and helped Ron to his feet.
"Not for her."
~-~
Usagi reappeared very far away from Hogwarts. It was in a very
familiar place, too. She looked around, her silvery gown swinging
around her ankles and her eyes slowly traveled to her sudden change
of clothing, her black robes replaced by the silver gown she had
seen her mother wear so often, minus a white bow and plus a thick
navy blue stripe across her breasts, her feet bare and her hair, so
long and such a pure, dazzling white, moving softly in the winds of
Tokyo.
Her home, Tokyo.
Far from being pleased, a violent oath left her lips, calling the
attention of the children playing Frisbee close-by to turn and
stare, mostly at the huge, faintly-tinted butterfly wings of the
angel, her forehead's insignia glowing in the sunlight.
"MAGIIM!" She called out, her staff appearing in her hands only to
be slammed against the ground in an explosion of power. "THIS IS
THE LAST STRAW! SHOW YOURSELF!" Her words were loud and deep, coming
from deep within her throat as she shouted them, light spiraling
from the very ground around her, forming a loose dorm that shifted
and changed in the wind.
A shadow, formless and quite black, appeared not all of three yards
away, pitch in spite of the luminance. "You finally called me, Your
Supremeness?"
She glowered at it and leveled her staff. "This has gone on far
enough. Are you suicidal or just really stupid?"
It laughed, and the children ran. "One might call me both. But I
have no true quarrel with you-- I act upon the order of the Ary
Council. They told me to move you back into your true world. I
have done with."
She exploded. "By twisting the threads of several other dimensions
in the process! You ought to be killed!"
"That I ought, my beautiful myth. But now you are home. Doesn't that
make you happy? You have helped in those dimensions, have you not?
And you have left them before receiving bad news. You should be
quite happy... unless you retain the human emotion of curiosity...
and that would be a misfortune, wouldn't it?"
Usagi's anger deflated as a sense of wary suspicion descended upon
her and she paused, remembering a half-forgotten warning of riddles
and lies. "Why would that be a misfortune?"
It smirked at her. "Because that would mean that perhaps, you were
still a little human. And everyone knows that that means!"
It vanished.
Usagi cursed loudly, and quickly threw several cloaking spells over
herself, hiding her wings and her luminance the best she could. She
could do nothing at the moment about her gown, her bare feet, or her
hair, and nor did she feel the desire to. Her senses reached out and
touched the magical auras and was a little shocked to find that
Metalica had just died. She had been gone from her world only a few
days.
She sighed and leant on her staff a little.
"I'm going to kill that Magiim..." She muttered, and began to walk
out of the park. It took her all of thirty seconds to find the road
she wanted and headed for the Arcade, the mark on her forehead
glowing. People, scorned and cynical, stopped to stare at her as
she walked past, as regal as their queen had never been, and Usagi
found herself muffling a giggle as the crowds of Downtown Juuban
parted for her, a goddess who, simply hours ago here, had been a
silly little schoolgirl, a face in the blur.
She stopped in front of the Arcade and the doors slid open, and
Motoki turned and dropped the glass he had been filling with
chocolate milkshake. Mamoru, the intended customer, spun around
and his jaw hit the counter and bounced a little.
"...Usa... Usagi?" His hoarse voice was deafening in the silence.
The ethereal fairy goddess giggled and nodded. "Hai, Mamoru-san.
Sorry about the wait... I was delayed." As she spoke she lifted her
spells, so to the people of the Arcade it seemed that two huge,
pure, softly tinted butterfly wings unfurled from her back to
dazzle and shimmer as her aura, so powerful it was visible as a
soft, silvery blue glow around her, began to take attention.
"Usagi?" Motoki mouthed, his voice gone to places unrecoverable.
"Usagi! We've been so worried about you!" Mamoru rushed at her and
swept her into his arms, holding her close with his strong arms,
and she shook her head softly and pushed him away.
"I can't do this with you, Mamoru. I'm a monster." She whispered,
her eyes heavy. "I'm only a monster, Mamoru, something this universe
has never seen, created for war and meant for peace. I can't tie
you to me... you don't deserve it."
He shook his head. "You're wrong... I've had a few days to think
all of it over, and I've--"
He was cut off as Super Sailor Venus rushed through the doors and
raced at her queen. "You're back!" She approached Usagi, but then,
unexpectedly, dropped to one knee, her head low. "My Queen." She
said solemnly.
Motoki fainted.
Usagi smiled and nodded and offered her hand to Venus. "Let's go
make paradise, Minako."
---
How's THAT for a cliffhanger?
XDXD
God, you guys must hate me..
No, I'm NOT going to leave the crossover like that.... dun WORRY! I'm
cruel, but not that cruel...