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Ch 1, The letter
Ten years later. . (ohhh, I love that fast forward button.)
Two young boys wearing similar training gee's were sparing in a small clearing of a lush forest. The older by two years had his long black hair tied into a tight braid, his blue eyes sparkling in the sun. He had a slim yet muscular build and was taunting the other boy as they fought. The other was the younger one, his tousled black hair managed to cover the right half of his face with a small rat tail trailing down his back. His visible emerald eye glinted with mischief as the returned the taunts of his sparring partner and cousin. Even though he was younger, he seemed to be equally matched with the older boy.
Their match came to an end when a large owl swooped between them and came to a rest on the top of the tent that rested in the clearing. Normally something like that would not have caused them to stop, but the fact that it was holding a letter was odd enough to get them to break up and investigate.
What do you think it is? the younger one said.
I don't know, let's look at it. the older one went to the owl and quickly snatched the envelope from the bird. Giving it a further look he shrugged and tossed it over to the younger.
It's in some foreign language, you look, you're the one who payed attention in that school pops put us in last year. The letter exchanged hands. The younger one looked at the address and slowly started to sound out the words. "Hari" hey, I think it's for me the younger one said as he looked to his cousin, who just nodded. Looking back at the envelop he continued "Potaru" what's a potaru?
I don't know, you should know more of that than me.
yeah but we only spent a month there, you were in a higher class, they should have taught you more.
You actually payed attention, I didn't.
What's going on, why are you two not practicing? a gruff looking man in a yellowed gee walked into the clearing, he was wearing a bandana on his head to cover his receding hair line and wore glasses. His belly was starting to bulge as a sign of overindulgence.
Hari's gotten a letter. the older man raised an eyebrow in surprise.
How we haven't stopped by the post office.
That owl brought it. the younger one, Hari, said while pointing to the owl that was sitting on the tent.
Well boy what's it say.
I'm not sure, it's in English and I don't know enough to know what it says.
Well if whoever wrote it to you didn't write it in Japanese it isn't important, toss it in the fire and continue with your training.
The boys shrugged. Hari tossed the small parchment envelop into the fire and turned to face his cousin.
Hey half-breed, I'll whip you this time.
Not in your life moron.
And with smiles on their faces, the two continued their fight from earlier.
The next day the camp woke to an invasion of owls, all carrying letters. It seems that the sender is very insistent about the letter. The three just ignored the owls and continued with their training regimen. That night they collected all the letters and used them as kindling for their fire, This was turning out to be convenient. They didn't have to go looking for small combustible twigs. They also had a fresh supply of owl meat just sitting on hand. Sadly after the first owl, they figured out that there wasn't much meat there and way too many feathers. Seeing no real gain from the first one, the boys were sent to hunt for something more succulent.
A few days passed in a similar manner until, one day around noon, while the three were sparring, a faint rumble could be heard. They ignored it until it got louder and suddenly a giant of a man riding what looked like a children's bicycle landed in their clearing. The three instantly went into defensive stances around the man. The man's face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but his eyes could be seen, glinting like black onyx under all the hair. His large coat was riddled with pockets and he looked like he hadn't slept in a day or two. He slowly got off the bike he was on to reveal not a children's bicycle, but a rather large motorcycle. His size dwarfed everything in the clearing.
Who are you and why are you here? Genma took the initiative by demanding of the man.
The man just gave him an odd look and said something. The only recognizable word, just barely recognizable was "Harry" it was the English form of the youngest of the group. Genma gave a slight sigh of relief that this person wasn't after him or his son Ranma. He didn't really care about Harry, but the boy did make a good test subject for training for Ranma.
There was a stand off with both parties not understanding what the other was saying. The giant turned to the small fire they had going. After fishing around in his pocket for something, he tossed some powder into the fire that turned it's yellow glow green. He said something to the fire and after a moment, an image of an old man's head appeared. It was all green so finer details other than he had a long beard and a pointed hat could not be seen. The two talked for a bit, back and forth until the old man said something and his image vanished. Just afterwards a small medallion flopped out of the fire.
The man picked the medallion up and put it on. He then said something an then there was a weird echo in Japanese.
ah, this should work, can ya understand me?
The three who had relaxed their stances a bit tensed up again. Genma slowly gave a nod.
yes, now who are you and why are you here?
The name's Rubiasu Hagurido, keeper of the keys and grounds keeper at Hogwarts. Genma gave him a nod, oh yea, Hari, I made this for ya, it's a bit squashed, but happy birthday. Hagrid pulled a small pink cake box from one of his pockets and handed it to Harry. Harry just gave him a shocked look and whispered, it's my birthday? He looked to his traveling companions who both shrugged with similar remarks of the "it's new to me" variety.
Seeing this Hagrid gave an angry shout. havn't ya told him anythin about 'imself? 'Is past?
Genma just looked back in a "I'm a mysterious martial artist" way and said if I knew anything like that, I'd have told him. Meanwhile, Ranma looked at the cake that Harry held. hey bro, ya going to share some of that? Harry looked at Ranma, then the cake, then Genma, back to Ranma and quickly nodded. The two boys quickly scarfed down the cake before Genma noticed and tried to take it.
Just as Harry and Ranma put the last pieces of cake in their mouths, Hagrid turned his attention to the pair. He looked directly at Harry, kneeled so as to be near eye-level and said 'ari, you're a wizard. He then handed another letter to the boy. Harry just looked at it and responded. It's in English, I can't read English. A look of dumbfounded understanding crossed Hagrid's face as he quietly whispered, so that's why ya wern't replying. in a louder voice he said, it' a letter of acceptance to the greatest wizarding school in the world. Run by the greatest wizard Albus Dumbledore.
Genma broke in, Now wait a minute, I'm not going to be paying for the boy to be slacking off in his training.
He'll be going under a scholarship, already been paid. He has to go, it's his heritage.
Genma paused for a bit and took on a stoic thinking pose. After a few moments of consideration he finally said, and how much can I get for giving up one of my best students? He's a valuable asset and I couldn't just let him go without compensation.
Everyone in the clearing was shocked by Genma's words, both Ranma and Harry had never heard him say that either one of them was a good student or valuable, while Hagrid was shocked at the idea that the man would "sell" his nephew.
He'll be learning valuable skills and magics, that should be enough shouldn't it?
No, because while he's learning your art, he will be neglecting mine, he is one of my heirs. I could not in good conscience let him go with you with out some sort of monetary dispensation.
Hagrid looked at Genma with a dumbfounded expression on his face, seeing that Genma's face was solemn and severe, he started to look through his pockets. Upon finding a gold galleon, he offered it to Genma in payment for young Harry.
Seeing the gold, Genma's eyes lit up and a loud "yooosh" was heard.
You have yourself a deal, Hari, go with the man.
The two boys just looked at each other before Harry started to pack. They had been through similar situations before, but usually it was Ranma that ended going off with someone for a couple of days when Genma would then come to pick him up.
A few moments was all that was needed to collect everything he owned.
Come on Hari, off we go, need to get ya school supplies.
Harry cheerily straddled the bike and waved to his family as Hagrid got on and they took off.
AN: woo hoo chapter one is out, and it's probably the longest chapter I'll be writing, I tend to be lazy and write shorter. And it will be long time between updates, I've only managed to write this much because I'm sick and confined to bed rest. Stupid illnesses. Please review and tell me whatchya think, at's important to me due to criticism being good for learning processes.
Ch 1, The letter
Ten years later. . (ohhh, I love that fast forward button.)
Two young boys wearing similar training gee's were sparing in a small clearing of a lush forest. The older by two years had his long black hair tied into a tight braid, his blue eyes sparkling in the sun. He had a slim yet muscular build and was taunting the other boy as they fought. The other was the younger one, his tousled black hair managed to cover the right half of his face with a small rat tail trailing down his back. His visible emerald eye glinted with mischief as the returned the taunts of his sparring partner and cousin. Even though he was younger, he seemed to be equally matched with the older boy.
Their match came to an end when a large owl swooped between them and came to a rest on the top of the tent that rested in the clearing. Normally something like that would not have caused them to stop, but the fact that it was holding a letter was odd enough to get them to break up and investigate.
What do you think it is? the younger one said.
I don't know, let's look at it. the older one went to the owl and quickly snatched the envelope from the bird. Giving it a further look he shrugged and tossed it over to the younger.
It's in some foreign language, you look, you're the one who payed attention in that school pops put us in last year. The letter exchanged hands. The younger one looked at the address and slowly started to sound out the words. "Hari" hey, I think it's for me the younger one said as he looked to his cousin, who just nodded. Looking back at the envelop he continued "Potaru" what's a potaru?
I don't know, you should know more of that than me.
yeah but we only spent a month there, you were in a higher class, they should have taught you more.
You actually payed attention, I didn't.
What's going on, why are you two not practicing? a gruff looking man in a yellowed gee walked into the clearing, he was wearing a bandana on his head to cover his receding hair line and wore glasses. His belly was starting to bulge as a sign of overindulgence.
Hari's gotten a letter. the older man raised an eyebrow in surprise.
How we haven't stopped by the post office.
That owl brought it. the younger one, Hari, said while pointing to the owl that was sitting on the tent.
Well boy what's it say.
I'm not sure, it's in English and I don't know enough to know what it says.
Well if whoever wrote it to you didn't write it in Japanese it isn't important, toss it in the fire and continue with your training.
The boys shrugged. Hari tossed the small parchment envelop into the fire and turned to face his cousin.
Hey half-breed, I'll whip you this time.
Not in your life moron.
And with smiles on their faces, the two continued their fight from earlier.
The next day the camp woke to an invasion of owls, all carrying letters. It seems that the sender is very insistent about the letter. The three just ignored the owls and continued with their training regimen. That night they collected all the letters and used them as kindling for their fire, This was turning out to be convenient. They didn't have to go looking for small combustible twigs. They also had a fresh supply of owl meat just sitting on hand. Sadly after the first owl, they figured out that there wasn't much meat there and way too many feathers. Seeing no real gain from the first one, the boys were sent to hunt for something more succulent.
A few days passed in a similar manner until, one day around noon, while the three were sparring, a faint rumble could be heard. They ignored it until it got louder and suddenly a giant of a man riding what looked like a children's bicycle landed in their clearing. The three instantly went into defensive stances around the man. The man's face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but his eyes could be seen, glinting like black onyx under all the hair. His large coat was riddled with pockets and he looked like he hadn't slept in a day or two. He slowly got off the bike he was on to reveal not a children's bicycle, but a rather large motorcycle. His size dwarfed everything in the clearing.
Who are you and why are you here? Genma took the initiative by demanding of the man.
The man just gave him an odd look and said something. The only recognizable word, just barely recognizable was "Harry" it was the English form of the youngest of the group. Genma gave a slight sigh of relief that this person wasn't after him or his son Ranma. He didn't really care about Harry, but the boy did make a good test subject for training for Ranma.
There was a stand off with both parties not understanding what the other was saying. The giant turned to the small fire they had going. After fishing around in his pocket for something, he tossed some powder into the fire that turned it's yellow glow green. He said something to the fire and after a moment, an image of an old man's head appeared. It was all green so finer details other than he had a long beard and a pointed hat could not be seen. The two talked for a bit, back and forth until the old man said something and his image vanished. Just afterwards a small medallion flopped out of the fire.
The man picked the medallion up and put it on. He then said something an then there was a weird echo in Japanese.
ah, this should work, can ya understand me?
The three who had relaxed their stances a bit tensed up again. Genma slowly gave a nod.
yes, now who are you and why are you here?
The name's Rubiasu Hagurido, keeper of the keys and grounds keeper at Hogwarts. Genma gave him a nod, oh yea, Hari, I made this for ya, it's a bit squashed, but happy birthday. Hagrid pulled a small pink cake box from one of his pockets and handed it to Harry. Harry just gave him a shocked look and whispered, it's my birthday? He looked to his traveling companions who both shrugged with similar remarks of the "it's new to me" variety.
Seeing this Hagrid gave an angry shout. havn't ya told him anythin about 'imself? 'Is past?
Genma just looked back in a "I'm a mysterious martial artist" way and said if I knew anything like that, I'd have told him. Meanwhile, Ranma looked at the cake that Harry held. hey bro, ya going to share some of that? Harry looked at Ranma, then the cake, then Genma, back to Ranma and quickly nodded. The two boys quickly scarfed down the cake before Genma noticed and tried to take it.
Just as Harry and Ranma put the last pieces of cake in their mouths, Hagrid turned his attention to the pair. He looked directly at Harry, kneeled so as to be near eye-level and said 'ari, you're a wizard. He then handed another letter to the boy. Harry just looked at it and responded. It's in English, I can't read English. A look of dumbfounded understanding crossed Hagrid's face as he quietly whispered, so that's why ya wern't replying. in a louder voice he said, it' a letter of acceptance to the greatest wizarding school in the world. Run by the greatest wizard Albus Dumbledore.
Genma broke in, Now wait a minute, I'm not going to be paying for the boy to be slacking off in his training.
He'll be going under a scholarship, already been paid. He has to go, it's his heritage.
Genma paused for a bit and took on a stoic thinking pose. After a few moments of consideration he finally said, and how much can I get for giving up one of my best students? He's a valuable asset and I couldn't just let him go without compensation.
Everyone in the clearing was shocked by Genma's words, both Ranma and Harry had never heard him say that either one of them was a good student or valuable, while Hagrid was shocked at the idea that the man would "sell" his nephew.
He'll be learning valuable skills and magics, that should be enough shouldn't it?
No, because while he's learning your art, he will be neglecting mine, he is one of my heirs. I could not in good conscience let him go with you with out some sort of monetary dispensation.
Hagrid looked at Genma with a dumbfounded expression on his face, seeing that Genma's face was solemn and severe, he started to look through his pockets. Upon finding a gold galleon, he offered it to Genma in payment for young Harry.
Seeing the gold, Genma's eyes lit up and a loud "yooosh" was heard.
You have yourself a deal, Hari, go with the man.
The two boys just looked at each other before Harry started to pack. They had been through similar situations before, but usually it was Ranma that ended going off with someone for a couple of days when Genma would then come to pick him up.
A few moments was all that was needed to collect everything he owned.
Come on Hari, off we go, need to get ya school supplies.
Harry cheerily straddled the bike and waved to his family as Hagrid got on and they took off.
AN: woo hoo chapter one is out, and it's probably the longest chapter I'll be writing, I tend to be lazy and write shorter. And it will be long time between updates, I've only managed to write this much because I'm sick and confined to bed rest. Stupid illnesses. Please review and tell me whatchya think, at's important to me due to criticism being good for learning processes.