Important note: Any chapters written in SM world are considered memories. They are events that happened to Harry during his stay there. Chapters that are written in HP world are considered the present.

Summery: They expected so much from him, that no one ever thought the Boy Who Lived, would ever fail. Now he's given a second chance to save his world, by none other than the Sailor Senshi.

Warnings: Rated PG-13 for some mature situations. Character death. OOC, (Outof Character). Brief nudity, (not this chapter mined you). Profanity sometime… in the future. And I think that's it for now.

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Chapter four:


#12 Grimmauld Place, Britain
Early November, 1997
(An hour later)

Mrs. Weasley paced the kitchen floor, her hands twisting and knotting in front of her. With each step, her teeth worried her bottom lip, while muttering incoherently under her breath.

Wearily, the rest of the Weasley family watched. Fred and George, not in their usual prankful mood stood by, grim expressions marrying their features.

Hermione Granger stood amongst the large Weasley family, the sole pillar in the room. Oh Mrs. Weasley, she thought to herself. And while she couldn't relate with the older woman's fears come true, Hermione felt a pang of sadness and fear of her own.

She had never lost a child of her own, but losing her two best friends were killing her from the inside out. Oh Ron, she murmured lightly, her eyes burning with unshed tears. You have to come back alive, please.

But it wasn't often when one of the Order came back alive. Not from an ambush like that. Hermione had barely made it without getting hexed, all thanks to the twins.

A sharp crack sounded from close by. What in the world, she wondered. Quicker than the others, Hermione ran from the room, in a hurry to reach the sound. Maybe, maybe, she thought, her hopes lifting, soaring even though they could easily be shot down.

Oh please let it be him, she begged. She entered the long hallway, running passed the screaming ancestor of the late Sirius Black.

"Ron, that had better be you," she grounded out, when she reached the front door.

"You foul creatures, leave my house at once!" the portrait shrieked, and more than ever, Hermione wanted to burn the useless thing.

Pulling the door open, Hermione stood in the doorway, her chest heaving, and a sheen of sweat dotting her brow. The group at the foot of the porch had her in tears. "Ron!" she shouted, just as the others appeared behind her. She leaped down the stairs, and threw herself at the boy who looked disgruntled and tired.

Yelping, they both toppled over, hitting the ground rather harshly. "Ron," she gasped, realizing he was hurt. Pulling away from him, she scrambled to her knees, so that she knelt at his side. "Are-" she began to ask, when Mrs. Weasley swooped in, grabbing her youngest son to her chest.

"Ron!" George and Fred shouted at once, tearing down the stairs to join in the hug.

Tears escaped her eyes, as she watched the family reunite once again. It was time like these when she missed her parents most.

"'Mione'," an all to familiar voice whispered.

Six months had passed, and still his voice haunted her. No, she tried to reason, tears of sorrow filling her eyes. Don't do this to me, please, she begged. She'd already had enough grief for one night.

"You know, Harry," a voice murmured close by, "my mom's never that happy to see me." Harry, she wondered, her hopes lifting so high, that she feared they might explode. Lifting her head, Hermione found herself staring at a scantily clad girl. "Who," she began, confusion appearing on her face. But her thoughts faltered when she saw the other person.

Warm tears, ones not of sadness, but of great relief fled from the barrier of her closed eyes. "Harry," she whispered, her eyes blinking open again. He still stood there, looking at her in the same way she did at him.

She drew in a shuddered breath, her eyes filling with a fresh set of tears. Scrambling to her feet, Hermione threw herself at the darkly dressed boy, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck. "Harry!" she sobbed, her voice constricting under the pressure of her emotions.

The night air grew silent after Hermione's outburst. And it was in that silence, when two arms grabbed her, pulling her away. "Ron you fool!" George or Fred hissed, as he dragged her away from the two strangers. "Were you even thinking, when you ported here?"

"Let me go," she begged, her body moving against the older Weasley's hold. The other twin, whether it was George or Fred she didn't know, stepped in front of his family. "Who are you," he grounded out, all the while pulling out his wand.

The small girl looked at the twins, and then at Harry. Or was it really Harry, she wondered now. Could it really be another trick?

Voldemort would stoops so low as to act on our grief, she thought, finally relaxing in the twin's arms. "George," she began, but was quickly corrected by the taller red haired male, "Fred."

"Right," she replied, "Fred, you can let me go now."

The older boy gave her a disbelieving stare, but did as she asked. Once free, Hermione straightened her robes, and pulled out her own wand. Harry's dead, she grounded out harshly.

"Who are you," she repeated for George, standing her ground at his side. "George, 'Mione," Ron called from behind them. "That's Harry!"

"I assume, them pointing wands at us, isn't a good thing," the small girl inquired, looking towards the Harry's impersonater. When he didn't answer, she turned back to them. "Look I think we got off on the wrong leg here," she tried to explain. "I'm Sailor Moon."

Hermione frowned, when the name didn't ring a bell. Was she a new recruit to Voldemort's army?

"Hermione, they saved my life," Ron said, as he struggled to get up from the group. Would a Death Eater go so far as to save one of them to find out where the rest of them hid? She wished she didn't feel so torn, that she couldn't trust the boy who looked like her best friend. "Harry's gone, Ron," she replied hoarsely. "You know that, and I know that."

"Mione," the boy in front of her whispered. "I'm not dead, I came close a couple of times this past year, but I'm very much alive."

Tears clouded her eyes, and yet her fingers tightened around her wand. "Tell me something only Harry would know," she said after a moment of silence. "Prove it."

The boy flushed, taking a step back as if to give himself room, or maybe a better chance to make a run for it. "Well," he began, his head tipping back. "You and Ron have been my best friends since my first year at Hogwarts."

Hermione sniffled, her eyes blurring even more. "Anyone would know that," she murmured hoarsely.

Frowning the boy teetered back on the heels of his feet thinking. Then his expression hardened, his mouth drawing into a thin line.

"In our first year, Hagrid kept an illegal Dragon in his hut named Norbert-" he paused for a moment, and then continued. "In our second year we were invited to a Halloween Party with the Ghosts of Hogwarts, and in our third year, we went back in time to save my god father, and Buckbeak"

He stopped to draw in a deep breath, his expression relaxing some. "In our fourth year, you out smarted Rita Skeeter, and trapped her in a jar," he continued. "In our fifth year-"

"A jar," Mrs. Weasley interrupted, looking pointedly at Hermione. Flushing scarlet, Hermione struggled to contain herself.

"Fine, then if you're Harry, where the hell have you been for the last six months!" she demanded, her eyes lifting to meet his. Harry stared back at her, his mouth opening and closing. "Only six months," he finally managed, but the words came out garbled.

It was then the girl took a step forward. "I can answer that question," she replied, her hand reaching up to finger the delicate brooch on her chest. In a flash of bright light she changed, her clothes melting away to form something entirely different.

What kind of magic is this, Hermione wondered in awe. Even Harry watched transfixed, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly.

"Harry's been with me," she continued, her hands moving to entwine her fingers behind her back. "We should probably find a better, and more comfortable place to stay," she added as an after thought, her eyes finally taking in the scenery around them. "This is a pretty long story."

Numbly Hermione nodded, too shocked by the sudden change in the girl's appearance to really think clearly. And then there was the hope that Harry was alive after all. She glanced back at the older boy as together the large family and three others walked back into the Black Manor.

Once seated in the living room, the girl plopped back in her chair, her legs resting high on the stool in front of her. "Well best to start from the beginning," she finally admitted to the uncomfortable silence. "When I first met Harry Potter."

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I suck! It has been forever since i last updated. i'm surprised you guys are booing me, and yelling at me. I am appaled with myself.

I hope things will change now though. I've written sooooo many chapters, not even i can believe it. This chapter, i liked a lot, because it sort of explains what Harry's world has become. untrusting really. and i hope the hopping back and forth doesn't disturb you. its only for a little while, until the story really gets going, and then i'll focus on this world more.

well i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did.

I want to thank all of you who reviewed, i really appriciate it. ttyl all in the next chapter.

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