Magic Blood Test
Disclaimer: There's absolutely nothing I can do to own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter but I'll always be a fan.
When the scouts returned from nearly becoming kelpie food, they heard Madame Indigo speaking with someone.
"Sounds like Madame Indigo's home," said Lydia, "and she brought a friend."
She opened the door to see Madame Indigo speaking to a tall ginger haired wizard with glasses. He glanced at the girls and then to Madame Indigo with a grin.
"These are the girls?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Sorry, he followed me home."
She and the man chuckled and the girls exchanged glances, still standing in the doorway.
"Girls, this is Arthur Weasley," she introduced, "he's from the ministry. When I told them that I might have muggleborns staying here, he couldn't help himself. And this is, kind of his area anyway."
Arthur Weasley smiled, "It's nice to meet you!"
"Muggleborns?" Lita asked.
"A witch or wizard with muggle parents," Madame Indigo answered, "Muggles are non magic folk."
"Oh, right," said Raye. "Well I'm not one—but I still didn't know I was a witch until two days ago."
"So you lived your whole life as a muggle?" He inquired, grinning.
"Er, yeah," Raye answered.
"Come in girls, come in." Madame Indigo insisted. "And we'll get started. You see, Arthur's in the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. He loves muggles and anything to do with them. Of anyone in the ministry, he's the best one to do this."
"Do what?" Ami inquired.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt." Mr. Weasley said gently. "I will simply put you to sleep and check your memories of any magic."
"You're going to read our thoughts?" Serena demanded.
"No, just search them," Madame Indigo said. "Arthur will just record your magical memories if you have any. We'll learn whether both your parents or magical, just one or if you're muggleborn."
"Wouldn't it just be easier to take a simple blood test and run it through some kind of machine that can detect the magical DNA in our blood?" Ami inquired thoughtfully and innocently.
Mr. Wesley's mouth dropped open and he looked like he could kiss Ami. Even the other girls seemed hock at her idea. "Why on earth did we never think of something like that? That's brilliant! I should run that by the ministry. A magical DNA detector…we'll just have to think up a name for it. How'd you come up with that?"
"Well, my mother is a doctor," she answered blushing.
"A muggle doctor?"
"Er, yeah," she replied. "I never saw magic wands around our house before."
"I'd like to meet your mother someday," Mr. Weasley said. "It is rather interesting, muggle medicine. How do they do it? Fascinating. What is your name?"
"Ami Mizuno," Ami replied.
"Would you like to go first, Ami?" he asked.
"Umm, okay," Ami said nervously.
"Just lay down and try to think of any magic you may have done as a kid," Mr. Weasley told her.
Ami laid down and Mr. Weasley took out a blue pointed hat out and placed it on Ami's head. She blinked a couple of times and fell asleep. He took out a quill and parchment that had Ami's name at the top of it.
"What's with the hat?" Mina asked.
"The hat searches for magical memories," Mr. Wesley explained. "We call it the M.M.S hat—it stands for Magical Memory Searching. It's almost like the Sorting Hat for Hogwarts, wouldn't you say, Maura?"
Lydia blinked. She never heard Madame Indigo's first name before.
"Yes, only this one isn't as old as the Sorting Hat," Madame Indigo nodded.
"So what are we waiting for?" Serena inquired."For the hat to find something," Mr. Wesley answered and the hat started to glow. The quill and parchment began glowing along with the hat and the quill was scratching down Ami's memories and magical statistics.
"Hey, it works!" Lita exclaimed, "It really works!"
"I guess this means your friend Ami isn't a muggle after all," Mr. Weasley declared as he watched the quill making notes. "It says here that her mother is a muggle but her father is a wizard. This makes her a halfblood."
"Huh? But her parents are divorced," Serena said. "Her dad's an artist. He never told her that she was a wizard."
"Because his wife didn't want her to," Mr. Weasley said sadly. "I don't understand why muggles and magical people can't live harmoniously."
"So that's why her parents split up," Lydia frowned.
"Ah, first magical memory," Mr. Weasley explained, "she was afraid she wasn't going to finish a paper in time and she worked on it all day. She accidentally fell asleep but when she woke up it was done!"
"No way!" Serena exclaimed, "she can do her homework in her sleep?"
"I wish that would happen to Fred and George," Mr. Weasley groaned.
The quill jotted down more of Ami's magical memories and parchment, quill and hat stopped glowing, indicating that it had reached the end of Ami's memories and proved that Ami Mizuno was a halfblood.
Mr. Weasley took off the hat. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "How do you feel Ami? Do you remember all of that?"
"I do now," she answered. "I had no idea my dad was a wizard. But now I remember, he worked for the Japanese Ministry of Magic."
"Wow, that's excellent," he said. "You may keep this." He handed the list of her statistics and memories. "That may come in handy for you. So," he turned to the other girls.
"I'll go," said Raye and the others looked at her.
"But Raye, you already know you're a pureblood." Lydia said. "Your grandfather told you."
"Yes," Raye sighed, "but I want to know more about myself. Grandpa spoke to me as if I already knew I was a witch."
"No harm in that," Mr. Weasley began. "Raye is it?"
"Yeah, my name's Raye Hino," she answered and she lay down on the couch.
"Now just try to focus on your memories," Mr. Weasley set the hat down on her head and immediately it began glowing blue along with the quill and a new piece of parchment with Raye's name. It wrote down her magical statistics of wizard father and wizard mother.
"First magical memory," said Mr. Weasley, "helping her dad make a potion." He watched the quill scribble quickly over the parchment stating her memories. "She has many but I think that is normal since that both of her parents are magical." The quill continued to the bottom of the page and it turned over, writing more memories. The girls watched in surprise.
"No way," Mina breathed. "How come she doesn't remember any of this?"
The quill continued to scratch down the back and a second piece of parchment floated up to continue the note taking process. The quill began to slow down and Mr. Weasley looked down at Raye, whose face was scrunched up and sweaty.
"These memories are not very pleasant," he said sadly. Then he looked at Raye's final magical memory. "Her parents were killed after fighting a dark wizard and Raye made herself a forgetfulness potion so she wouldn't have to remember. That's why she doesn't remember anything."
The memory searching finished and he removed the hat. The girls crowded around and looked down at her.
"Raye, are you all right?" Serena inquired.
Raye put her hand to her face and stifled a sob. Mr. Weasley helped her sit up. "I'm sorry," he said. "Do you still want this?" he held out the two parchment essay of her magical memories.
Unable to speak, she merely nodded and took the parchments. Raye stood up and walked to the other side of the room. There was a silent pause and Mr. Weasley looked at Madame Indigo as if questioning to continue. Madame Indigo looked back with an unreadable look on her face.
"I'll go next," Mina said quickly to rid the silence.
"All right," Mr. Weasley took out a piece of parchment, "and your name is?"
"Mina Aino," she replied and her name appeared on the parchment as she lay down on the couch. Mr. Weasley placed the hat on her head and Mina fell asleep.
There was a pause and the hat glowed. The quill scratched down her blood statistics. "Muggle father," said Mr. Weasley, "Witch mother. First magical memory, she made a window break when she was five years old. Hmm, and another one."
The quill continued to list how many things Mina broke in her anger and fear, whether she meant to do it or not. She also had a memory of her mother riding on a broom and her mother showing her how to do it. It turned out that her mother had lived in England, went to Hogwarts and played Chaser in Hufflepuff house. After her listing was finished, he took off the hat and looked at the parchment before handing it to her.
"I always thought my mother was a witch because we didn't get along, but I didn't expect her to be a real witch." Mina said with a slight smile. "I forgot about all that magic stuff."
"Your mother is Susan Applebee?" Mr. Weasley inquired.
"Yeah," she answered, "why?"
"She was in the Ministry a few years ago," he answered, "in the magical games and sports department. I wish she could come to the cup because Ludo could sure use the help."
"She's still in Japan," Mina answered. "My dad's job relocated us there."
"Will she mind if I send her an owl?"
"A what?" Mina wrinkled her nose.
"Owl," he said, "a letter."
Mina shrugged, "I don't think so. Write her if you want." Mina took the parchment, "your turn, Lita."
"Okay," Lita walked forward, "My name's Lita Kino. My parents died in a car crash so I don't know if they wizards are not."
Lita stretched out on the couch. "I'm sorry to hear that," Mr. Weasley said and he placed the hat on her head. In a moment it started glowing and then the quill began to scratch down her statistics.
"This is interesting," Mr. Weasley began, "muggle mother and a squib father."
"What's a squib?" Serena asked.
"Someone who is born to a magical family but they don't have any magical powers themselves," he answered. "So Lita's grandparents must be wizards. Lita is muggleborn but at the same time, she's a bit of a half-blood."
"First magical memory," he said, "she's playing with a toy broomstick. It seems her grandparents were trying to figure out if she was a witch. Ah, she accidentally turned her chair into a dog when her parents said she couldn't have one. Got in a fight in school and knocked a person out by making a tree branch fall onto them. Seems her grandfather worked in a magical item supply shop and she helped out there."
"That explains why her selling ability is so good," said Serena.
"Her grandparents were killed by a dark wizard," said Mr. Weasley, "must be the same one that killed Raye's parents. Her parents try to leave and that is when they die in the plane crash." He removed the hat from her head and Lita sat up.
"Do you remember who the dark wizard was?" he inquired.
"It was," Lita began and Raye spoke.
"Jimmu," she said softly. "My parents were dark wizard catchers. He killed a lot of people, but my parents found out where he was hiding and the Japanese Ministry of Magic was able to track him down and stop him. It took ten people to do it."
"He almost sounds like You-Know-Who," Mr. Weasley said.
"Huh?"
"He means Voldemort," said Lydia, making both Mr. Weasley and Madame Indigo flinch. "The dark wizard they don't want to come back."
Lydia took her notes and walked to the other girls. "Your go, Serena."
"Oh I hate tests," Serena groaned.
"Don't worry," Mr. Weasley said, "no one has ever failed before. What's your last name, Serena?"
"Tsukino," she answered and lay down as he put the hat on her head.
There was a period of five minutes and then the hat glowed, writing down Serena's parents has muggles. Serena was eight when she had her first magical moment when she was watching a scary movie on the television and it changed channel without her touching the remote, but it scared her even more and she ran upstairs to her room. One time she got very angry with her brother and his head was replace with a rat's. There were a few more instances when she made a few things break in her anger like Mina. The quill was finished making notes and Mr. Weasley took off the hat.
"What does your dad do?" he inquired.
"He works in an office," Serena shrugged, "I don't really know for sure." He took her parchment. "that wasn't too hard at all, Mr. Weasley."
"Good," Mr. Weasley smiled. "I guess that's everyone then."
"Hey wait, Lydia hasn't gone," Serena stood up.
"What?" Lydia gasped. "Come on lassies, yeh already know me dad was a professional Quidditch player and me mom was a healer. Now they're in prison. What else do yeh want to know?"
"The kind of stuff you did," Lita said. "Go on, Lydia. We all did it. It's your turn."
"Oh, gee, I dunno," Lydia mumbled, "Mr. Weasley probably has to get going and--,"
"I have time," Mr. Weasley insisted. "Come on."
"Arthur, there is a reason why I had to use memory charms on her," Madame Indigo said. "She might have an episode and have nightmares or something."
"Then we can talk her out of it," Mr. Weasley insisted. "Perhaps me may uncover something that can free her parents."
"Really?" Lydia inquired. "Oh, all right then!" Lydia strode over and sat down and before Mr. Weasley placed the blue hat on her head, she reached for it. "Hold on a minute Mr. Weasley."
"What's the matter?" he asked.
Lydia took the hat and peered inside it. She jerked it as if trying to make something fall out and then reached her arm inside. Everyone in the room looked at her quizzically.
"What're you looking for?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"I was looking for—an—um," Lydia mumbled as she saw all the eyes on her. "IF there was something to make it look so—uh—blue! Yeah—uh—carry on, Mr. Weasley!"
Lydia lay down on her back and closed her eyes. Mr. Weasley paused before putting the hat on her head. Her name appeared on the parchment and he placed the hat down on her ginger head.
Immediately, the hat glowed and her parents' names appeared on the parchment. Her first magical memory was the toy Barney the fruit bat her parents gave her. It was enchanted to fly around and say, "I'm just batty about butterbeer!" over and over again. She had dozens of magical objects and toys and a house-elf named Tippy for a servant and playmate. There were a few times when she got scared of the dark and she made the light come on. Her grandfather worked with many types of magical animals and she played with them but one time a Jarvey insulted her and she made a rock fall on its head. She rarely got angry or scared until after her father's accident. She remembered a man with long blond hair yelling with her father and she ran out, kicking him in the shins. He tried to pull out his wand but made it stick into its case and that was when their house elf hit him with spell, knocking him out a window. That was the first and only time she saw him. Even up to this point, Lydia continued to make things happen through her fear and anger.
It was over and Lydia's statistics were as long as Raye's. He removed the hat, looking nervous but excited at the same time.
"So, anything interesting happened?" she asked.
"Malfoy," Mr. Weasley mumbled, showing her one of the parchments.
"Huh?"
"Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy. He was the one who framed your father, wasn't it?" He questioned eagerly.
"Lucius Malfoy?" Lydia inquired.
"You made his wand stick," he told her. "That was Lucius Malfoy. Big supporter of You-Know-Who. I've been trying to get something on him for ages. He's very bad. Thinks that all muggles and muggleborns have no place in the world."
"Arthur, we already know that Lucius framed Kenneth," Madame Indigo sighed. "We told Fudge a thousand times but he won't listen. You know how he—er—favors Lucius Malfoy and his money. He'll believe whatever Lucius tells him."
"But if I show him this," Arthur began.
"You'll need a lot more evidence than that," Madame Indigo insisted. "You can take a copy to Fudge if you want. He'll need to see something with his own eyes. Fudge is already stressed with the Triwizard Cup and the—thing that will be taking place at Hogwarts soon. I hate Malfoy as much as you do. We'll have to keep our eyes on him, keep tabs on him until he does something. When You-Know-Who comes back, you can bet Malfoy will go right to him."
"Yeah," Arthur murmured. "Molly might kill me if I make Fudge angry."
"Wait, that Malfoy guy is the one who put my parents in Azkaban and the Minister of Magic won't do anything about it?" Lydia demanded, rising to her feet.
"Only because he has a lot of something Fudge likes—money."
"You need a new Minister," Raye muttered.
"Fudge is an all right boss," Arthur said, "he needs to change a few things however before things get out of hand."
"Is Bertha Jorkins still missing, Arthur?" Madame Indigo asked, changing the subject.
"Yes," he answered. "I told Ludo a couple times he should send someone after her."
"Who's she?" Serena asked.
"She works in the same department as Ludo," Arthur explained. "She went on holiday and didn't' come back. Ludo says she's lost."
"Well, even if she is," Madame Indigo said, "some one should go after her to help with the upcoming events. I mean, there's a lot of dangerous creatures out there."
"You can go look for her if you want," Arthur shrugged. "It would surprise everyone if you found her."
"Well, thank you for coming, Arthur," Madame Indigo said.
"Any time, Maura. Anytime," Arthur smiled.
"Would you care to join us for tea?" she inquired.
"No thanks," he said, "Bill and Charlie are coming down."
"Are they?" she said excitedly. "Tell them hello for me."
"Of course," said Arthur, "I will see you at the World Cup. It was nice meeting you girls."
"Goodbye, Mr. Weasley," said Lydia and the girls said goodbyes.
Mr. Weasley waved and with a loud crack, disaparated.
"Well," said Lita finally, "I guess that tells us we're all witches then."
"I wonder why we didn't all know," said Ami.
"I don't know," Madame Indigo said. "Well girls, it has been a long day. Let's have tea and you should all go onto bed."
As they ate, they talked about what they saw while being tested. "I saw the dark wizard—Jimmu," said Lita. "He was ugly."
"I wonder what You-Know-Who looks like," Ami said thoughtfully. "he must be really bad if people don't even want to speak his name."
"I hope we never have to see him," Serena mumbled. "That would mean we'd have to fight him and I'm sick of fighting."
"I wouldn't be surprised if we do end up fighting him," Mina stated.
"What do you mean?" Lydia inquired.
"Maybe there's another reason why we're here," Mina explained.
"Like what?"
"I don't know—but if the dude is going to come back—we should stay here."
"Yeah," Raye nodded, "I want to find out more about all this. I have a feeling we're in for more than just a vacation here."
"Mr. Weasley must really not like Lucius Malfoy," said Lydia. "I hope I never see him again. I mean, if he really did put my parents in Azkaban."
"But it was recorded," Serena said. "Mr. Weasley almost had a cow when he read it to us."
The girls sat there musing over the whole thing for a moment or two. They weren't very hungry.
"Tomorrow, let's go shopping," said Mina. "Visit London and Stonehenge and a few of my favorite holiday spots. Come on, it'll be fun!"
"Mina's right," Lydia agreed. "We still have five days until the Quidditch World Cup. Let's go and have some fun!"
"Yeah!" Serena exclaimed and yawned. "Oh, I'm sleepy."
The girls got up and right as they crawled into their beds, Serena called out to Lydia.
"Hey, Lydia," said Serena, "what were you looking for in that hat?"
"Oh," Lydia blushed and turned around. "Would yeh believe that I actually thought that the blue coin was in there?"
"The blue coin?" Serena sniggered.
The two girls broke into a giggle fit and when it subsided, Lydia heaved a sigh and said. "I'm glad yer here, Serena. I've missed yeh"
"Missed ya too," Serena said. "Good night."
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The next morning, the girls explained to Madame Indigo they wanted to visit some holiday spots in England.
"That's fine girls," Madame Indigo said. "You want a list of fireplaces connected to the floo network?"
The girl's eyes widened and shook their heads, waving their arms and shouting how they disliked traveling by floo powder. Lydia just stood there laughing.
"I still taste ash!" Serena cried.
"I'll hit my head again!" Lydia groaned.
"The ministry should deafeningly consider installing seatbelts or some kind of safety cushion to land on before someone seriously injures themselves." Ami suggested.
"I'm going to have a serious talk with my grandfather when this is over!" Raye fumed.
"Do you know how long it took to get all the soot off of Artemis?" Mina demanded.
When the girls finished complaining, Lydia sat down and took a breath and Madame Indigo chuckled.
"Didn't think so," she grinned with hands on her hips.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: I hope the 'magical blood statistics' work with the girl's. We don't know much about their parents and stuff. I decided to make Mina's mother English to help explain why they were living in England. Of course they were probably just there because of that's where her father worked. You may see them in upcoming chapters. I'm trying to think of an occupation for Ami's wizard father. I was thinking of maybe Ministry of Magic or an artist for a wizard paper since he's an artist and he draws moving pictures.
Hey, does anyone know where Bertha Jorkins went on holiday? I can't seem to find it in GoF. I think it was Germany but I may be wrong.