DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and Azumanga Daioh are not my property at all and both belong to their rightful creators. I take absolutely no credit for anything in this story except for the concept and plot line. Thank you.
Note: This story takes place after year five.
Harry Potter was a very skilled wizard and was known all around the world. He had taken on and defeated a basilisk, proved the innocence of his godfather, and came face to face with Lord Voldemort and survived both times. Yes, Harry was indeed talented and lucky, but he was soon to meet a new challenge, the likes of which he'd never confronted anything like.
Harry sat in his bed, reading a rather thick book entitled "100 Ways to Scare a Muggle" that his friend Ron Weasley had sent him the prior evening. It was about five in the morning and he used a flash light to read it. He knew he probably should have been reading school books instead, as his term of school started in two weeks, but Ron's letter made him very curious about the book.
"Harry,
This book is bloody hilarious! Don't let the muggles see it though. I heard rumors thst if a muggle opens this book it'll explode into a thousand pieces. Yet another classic way to scare them, I suppose. Anyway, you should read them in order, but just wait until you get to the 47th chapter!
Anyway, I should get going. Can't wait to see in school in a couple weeks. Take care.
Ron Weasley"
Harry just finished chapter 19 and decided to put the book away before Uncle Vernon saw it, since he was bound to wake up soon. He put the book under a loose floor board in his room, then tried to get as much sleep as possible before he was rudely awoken.
It didn't take long. At about six thirty in the morning, Harry awoke to the sound of Dudley throwing a temper tantrum. He did not know what the fit was about, nor did he really care, but just in case it involved him, he tried to eavesdrop. It was easy to hear Dudley but not so much Vernon and Petunia.
"Why can't I watch it!?" Dudley screamed at the very top of his lungs, even though undoubtedly, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were right in front of him.
Apparently he was complaining because he wasn't being allowed to watch a television show. It was actually a shocking state of affairs, nearly all tantrums Dudley have involve either food or Harry himself.
"Potter, get down here!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. A sound as deadly as a Mandrake's cry to Harry.
Hesitantly, Harry proceeded downstairs and into the room in which the argument was being held, "Yes?"
"What did you do to the Television?" Vernon barked. Harry was blamed for anything that went wrong in the house.
Harry refrained from grinning and answered as calmly as possible, "Nothing. It's not plugged in."
Uncle Vernon's cheeks went as red as a field of red roses and he just improvised, "Right.Well don't do it again! It was very inconveniant!" He continued to blame Harry, as Dudley laughed and plugged the television back in.
Harry shrugged and began to walk away when he heard a very perky song, in another language, coming from the television that Dudley had just turned on. He turned to see a cartoon with a bunch of high school girls, including one that looked extremely young. Harry smirked and let out a slight laugh before turning to walk off again, but this time something else stopped him.
"Excuse me? I'm looking for Mister Harry," A young voice came from the television.
Harry turned around, pale with shock. He had seen many strange and amazing things in the wizarding world, but he never expected to see a muggle television show talk to him. Vernon was panicking, red in the face, and Dudley could be seen on the floor in shock. Petunia had fainted but nobody had noticed due to the panic.
Harry Stepped forward, "I'm Harry," he said, with a noticable amount of fear in his voice that even Vernon couldn't blame this on him.
"Oh, yay! Mister Tatakichi I've found him!" the young girl said, looking to the side. This was followed by a dog bark. Suddenly the television started to glow and a shining white figure seemed to apparate out of it. The white glow faded to reveal the girl. "I'm Chiyo Mihama, ten years old. Pleasure to meet you."
After dealing with Vernon's interogation for a good half an hour, Harry some how convinced him that he had nothing to do with this, and he let him go to his room. In Harry's room, the girl named Chiyo proceeded to explain that in her world, Harry's world is a book series, but she had heard that all fictional accounts actually exist after creation, in their own alternate universe. Harry then explained to Chiyo, that her world was a cartoon series, more specifically an anime series, although he had never watched it himself.
"So then why did you seek out my world, Chiyo?" Harry asked, still amazed that all this had happened.
"I want to learn magic and maybe help you in your adventures sometimes too," she replied energetically.
"That's great, but if you follow my world from books, then you should know that you're too young to attend Hogwarts."
"Oh, I know, but I figured you could teach me!"
"That would be illegal. Plus what if you don't have any witch in you?"
Just then an owl swooped in with a letter. Harry opened it and read it out loud.
"Harry,
I'll make an exception for her. I've already consulted the ministry about it, and got their okay. You and I both know that Hermione also has muggle parents. I think Chiyo will be a fine addition to Hogwarts. Bring her with you onto the train. She'll be sorted along with the other first years. Don't worry about how I know. Professor Trelawney had a prophecy about it when dining with me last night.
Dumbledore"
"Hooray!" Chiyo started jumping up and down.
"That's wonderful," Harry said, "May I ask something?"
"Sure," Chiyo said, calming down now.
"Wouldn't your visit here disrupt both of our worlds?"
Chiyo stood silent for a moment, then smiled cutely, "I have no idea!"
Harry sighed and laughed slightly, "Well okay, then it's settled. You're coming with me to Hogwarts!"
"YAY!"
They spent the rest of the day, reading together, Chapters 20 through 30 of "100 Ways to Scare a Muggle" and laughing all of the time.
