Potter The Stone Chapter 12, a Ranma + Harry Potter Crossover fanfic

Notes: Just so everyone knows, Hermione isn't one of Ranma's children from when he bedded the girls. I hadn't even considered the idea till someone brought it up on a review. I give a bit of a clue at the end of this chaper about her training though. It's not what you might think either. All will be explained over the next few chapters along with the usual plot advancement.

-Six years ago-

He was sitting in a small library reading yet another book. Over the last several months Ranma thought he might have read close to five hundred books. He wasn t even exaggerating the number either. He was just glad he could read them about fifty times faster than a normal person could.

Just another application of the old crone s chestnut fist training, but it worked great. That, along with a bit of focused meditation, and he could read about three pages a second. After that all he had to do was make sure he recalled everything he read.

He certainly didn t feel as ignorant as he used to feel and had even found several kinds of books that interested him. That didn t even count all the martial arts books he read on a daily basis. He liked the challenge some books gave him. His English was nearly perfect now and not just the odd word he used to know. He didn t even have an accent anymore.

Once he had that mastered, he found out about sword and sworcery books, fantasy, and even sci fi books. All of them gave him amazing ideas for his martial arts training. He even broke down and watched several movies like Star Wars and Conan. They hadn t been that accurate in some areas, but he thought they were entertaining enough.

This made him grin a little. Genma wouldn t have been able to recognize him if he saw him today. That didn t mean that the old Ranma was gone, just older and a lot wiser. Following Happosai s advice, he had was trying to learn all he could, but he still looked about the same.

His hair was still in a pigtail, but he was wearing a set of boots, black jeans, and a black t-shirt. His red jacket was over the back of the wooden chair he was sitting in. The chair was leaning back and his feet were propped up on the table as he read through his book.

For the last several weeks Ranma s wandering had taken him through a large part of London and into the outlaying areas. Each of them seemed to be several years out of date with the rest of the world. The people led a simple life for the most part, though he had witnessed a few crimes and such.

He was currently in Little Whinging public library, not that there was much there. The area was a bit odd too. Everything seemed to be a little to perfect. Lawns were identical in shape and size, the houses were cookie cutter and the looks the people gave him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. As if they all thought he didn t belong there.

It was actually something Ranma wasn t used to dealing with. Normally he could ignore just about anything or blow it off, but this seemed to be on a whole new level. It gave him the willies really and he wanted to know why. Which is why he was at the library ignoring the scowl the old librarian seemed to be sending his way.

Ranma was just finishing his third book, this one detailing the areas history. What he found was kind of surprising, the whole town was one giant bore. Nothing of any major significance had ever happened in the town. Even the police were a bit odd if what he was reading was correct.

The one thing he did know was that he wasn t going to stay very long, not even the night. He was almost positive that if he did anything odd the police would be there to harass him within seconds. All this was from just a couple of history books, but from the way people were watching him, he knew that nothing much had changed.

Pulling his feet off the table, he snapped the book closed and came to his feet in one quick motion. He smirked a little as the librarian jumped a little and sent a death glare his way. He smiled and waved at her as he went to put his books back where he found them.

The old woman moved to keep as much of the counter between the two of them as she could as Ranma walked out the front door. Ranma wasn t the least bit surprised when the door shut and the woman was there to lock the door. Shaking his head, he turned and headed down the street. He was still a bit shocked as he moved down the street and actually heard doors locking, windows shutting, and people running inside when they saw him.

He could even see women peaking through the curtains as he walked back. They didn t look afraid either, they looked disapproving. Ranma just shook his head at the strange behavior. Several blocks later he was passing along another street of identical houses. It was only noon and he was considering taking to the roofs to get out of town faster, but the odd behavior told him that it might be a bad idea.

Then for the first time he head something. Very loud shouting was coming from one of the houses up ahead. He didn t think much of it at first, but that ended when he heard a very familiar sound. Flesh hitting flesh. He stopped and let his senses reach out into the area and nearly fell over in shock.

There was a power in the air unlike anything he d ever sensed before. A force that was nearly tangible as it pushed against his body, swirled around him, and mixed with his aura. He couldn t see the energy as he looked around though. It felt as if it was evaluating him in some way.

Frowning, he let a bit of his Ki out and tried to trace the power and started heading up the street. At the same time he heard the sound of flesh on flesh again along with quite a bit of cussing. Ranma could also feel several kinds of Ki in the air, fear, anger, rage, and one he didn t recognize. The last one surprised him and took him several seconds to reorganize, a dark glee.

Seconds later Ranma stood in front of number four, privet drive. Now that he was closer the sounds had actually lessoned and were barely noticeable. Ranma didn t think why he had heard the sounds though, he just walked up the little walk way and noticed the perfect little garden, the hedge bush around the property next to the fence, and meticulously cut lawn.

You little freak! This is the last straw! A man bellowed.

Smack! Ranma heard a high pitched voice cry out and he stuck over to one of the windows. What he saw didn t surprise him in the least, some large guy was beating up a little kid. The kid was no more than five or six and looked like he was already quite injured.

Off to the side an older woman was doing the dishes, ignoring the scene. Beside her another boy was cheering as the little boy was beat up.

You will never talk back to me again! The man yelled, hitting the boy with every word.

Show the freak, dad!

Seeing red, Ranma moved back over to the door. Ranma wanted to save the kid so he tapped the door with his finger and it detonated. The force of the explosion ruined the frame and shattered half the windows on the first floor. The whole family looked at him in fear.

The little kid was on the floor, bleeding, sobbing quietly. Even then he was trying to be quiet, but he wasn t able to.

Who the hell are you? Vernon yelled.

You just made the biggest mistake of your lives. Ranma growled as red aura flared around him and sent a burst of wind rushing through the house. Ranma cracked his knuckles and exploded into motion. The screams of rage soon turned to screams of fear. Neighbors quickly called the police when a large male body went flying out the living room window and ended up in the stuck in a hedge.

By the time the police arrived the house was quiet and they had to call in an ambulance to cart the Dursley family away. They didn t look for the forth member of the family, for Harry Potter didn t officially exist according to official records. Several neighbors witnessed the carnage, no one knows why, but they never mentioned the Dursley s freak house guest and couldn t really recall what Ranma looked like.

The wards around the house seemed to shimmer, they would go down a couple of months later, and alert Albus Dumbledore that something was wrong, but by then it would be far to late to track down Harry Potter.

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It was still quite early in the morning when Harry made his way down to breakfast. The castle was filled with the smell of baking pies. He instantly recognized pumpkin, but then he noticed rhubarb, cherry, and apple as well. Ron was practically salivating as they moved through the corridors as they tried to figure out where the smells were coming from.

Harry also noticed that several of the older girls from his house would turn and watch him as he walked by. Unlike before, he was sure they were staring at his shoulders and chest for some reason. Though when he turned to see if they needed anything, they would giggle and run off. This just left him a little confused, but they kept doing it.

Now Harry wasn t dumb and there was no way he could lie to himself when he had Ranma s mother as his Aunty. She insisted that all boys should be well grounded in how to be a man, but he was surprised that girls were noticing him this early. He was only eleven years old after all, that s why he was confused. He was sure he wouldn t have had to deal with girls for another two or three years, at least. This didn t mean that Aunty hadn t given him the talk yet.

She wanted him to be a peeping tom.

That was when he was nine years old and she always brought up girls when he was at her house. He thought it was kind of weird, but Ranma said it was normal. Just to please her he did occasionally peek at girls, but he just didn t see the appeal at the time. He was also thankful that he was at Hogwarts for the next few years. It meant some of the pressure was off.

He greeted Ron as he entered the great hall.

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A little while later Harry and Ron were in the Charms classroom when Professor Flitwick told them that he thought they were ready to try and make objects fly. All of the students started to look quite excited as they pulled out their wands to get ready. Flitwick quickly calmed everyone down.

He paired everyone up into two man teams so that they could work together. Surprisingly, Harry wasn t paired up with Ron, but instead got Seamus Finnigan instead. Seamus wasn t a bad partner, but Harry was seriously beginning to wonder if something was wrong with the boy.

At the same time, he had to smirk a little as Ron ended up with Neville Longbottom who seemed to be on the road to disaster already. No one was really sure why, but Neville seemed to have problems understanding how his magic worked and it always led to disaster. From the look on Ron s face, the red head knew he was in trouble before the class even started.

After Flitwick went through how to swish and flick the wand about a dozen times and made Neville s toad fly around the room, Harry had a pretty good idea what the Professor was talking about. His parents books had this spell listed as one of the first complicated spells they needed to master.

Ranma had drilled most of the first year books theory into him by now, along with making him answer questions from them as they practiced. Ranma had this way of pulling the oddest questions out of nowhere right when Harry was completely focused on his training.

After the demonstration, Flitwick passed out feathers out to all of them to practice on. Now, remember Shish and Flick!

Harry covertly rolled his eyes, brought his wand up and gave his wand a swish and flick, completely failing to do the spell. Flitwick seemed to smile more and more as the class continued follow his advice.

After several false starts he was able to get the feather to float for a second, before it fell back to the desk. For some reason no one seemed to notice. It was something that relieved Harry more than he wanted to admit. Of course, this left him a bit winded. Seamus on the other hand, along with most of the class had no such luck at all. Harry was just glad Flitwick hadn t noticed the floating feather.

That was amazing Harry. Seamus said and patted Harry on the shoulder.

I ve read the first year book about a dozen times now. I thought it would be easier than that. Harry said, looking a little frustrated.

I think you just tried to hard.

Maybe. Harry conceded.

Aiming is wand at the feather, Seamus face scrunched up in concentration, and with a swish and flick, the feather burst into flame. They jumped back in shock and Harry put the fire out by slapping the fire with the sleeve of his robe.

A couple of nearby girl s screamed. Then, they realized that Harry had put the fire out and they smiled at him. He edged away as they giggled. He was starting to recognize that odd glint girls got in their eyes as they looked at him now. Ranma called it Saotome Charm, though Harry called it a pain in the ass.

Ooops. Seamus muttered, blushing a little.

Now remember class, you have to pronounce the spell correctly. Professor Flitwick explained as he wandered around the room. He didn t say anything as he cleaned up the mess from the fire and gave them a new feather with a simple flick of his wand. The spell is Wingardium Leviosa!

Ron of course just waved his arms around, yelled the words, and made the feather flop over. He glared at it and tried several more times, but it wouldn t move after that. Flitwick showed them all several more times by the time class ended. By that time Harry was starting to understand what he was doing wrong and quietly, gave his wand a flick and made his feather float just above the desk.

That s great Harry. Seamus said, looking awed at the sight.

Remember what McGonagall said about channeling the magic down your arm and out your wand. Flitwick didn t say anything, but it seems to apply to all spells. Harry explained as he set the feather down.

Let s tell Professor Flitwick.

Harry shook his head. All this fame and crap is annoying, if I get the spell first, people will just treat me even worse.

Now Seamus was gaping at him.

They will. Let someone else get it first, they deserve the spot light for something they at least will earn. Harry said.

He didn t notice a few of the girls around him heard as well. They all seemed to start thinking something as Harry spoke. If Harry had seen them all nod at once, he would ve been more than a little frightened. They were giving him that look again and smiling at him.

All he saw was that Seamus now looked a bit confused, but he nodded. No problem, mate. I think I understand. Maybe Ron will figure it out here pretty soon.

WINGARDIAM LEBIOSA! Ron yelled, thrusting his wand at the feather. It turned blue and everyone goggled at it.

Of course Ron was cussing by the time class ended and lost Gryffindor twenty points. Even as they made their way down to the Great Hall he spent a great deal of time muttering under his breath about feathers. Harry had to resist the urge to laugh at his friend because it would just make things worse. The rest of the Gryffindor s didn t have that problem, which made Ron start to turn red.

Then just as they were sitting down to eat and grab something to drink, his hand stopped. He looked around the room to see if Ranma was pulling a surprise attack on him in the middle of a meal, but didn t see anything. There was something dangerous nearby. His danger sense wasn t as developed at Ranma s was, but it was enough pick up this. Ron hadn t even noticed as he filled his plate in a huff and started to eat.

Glancing around the Great Hall again, he noticed that Hermione wasn t at the Ravenclaw table. He couldn t recall a time when the girl wasn t there for a meal either, she always seemed to just be there. Ron, is there something going on that I don t know about?

Ron grunted and shrugged, stuffing a large piece of ham in his mouth. Just stupid feathers that refuse to float. He grumbled.

I m not too hungry, so I m Harry started to say. He looked worried too, his danger sense was screaming at him now. Something was seriously wrong and he couldn t figure out what it was.

Then the doors to the Great Hall flew open and Professor Quirrell ran in, a hand on his over sized turban. There s a Troll in the dungeons! Then fell to the floor in a complete faint.

Harry eyed the Professor. The instant the man ran into the room the danger increased even more. Something definitely wasn t right about the situation, and then he remembered that Ranma was out exploring the castle today.

Oh crap. There was a good chance that Ranma might have gotten himself into trouble again. People tended to jump to the strangest conclusions when he was around, as if they forgot what common sense was. Harry stood up to see if the idiot was alright, but he wouldn t even get a chance to check.

Quirrell yelling like that set off a riot as nearly everyone in the room started to yell and panic. Harry controlled himself purely out of habit and kept his guard up incase someone or something tried to attack him in the confusion. He even briefly considered removing his robe so that he would have some more freedom of movement. The blasted thing was like a cape with sleeves.

Professor Dumbledore fired off several large firecrackers from his wand, nearly deafening everyone in the hall. Harry winced away from the high pitched sound. It worked just enough to make everyone calm down and turn towards him. All Prefects, please lead the students back to their dorms and stay there.

Within minutes the students were filing out of the room in an orderly manner. Harry noticed that Percy Weasley seemed to be in his element as he started giving orders to all the first years and herding them to the doors with the others. Ron reluctantly started to help his brother a few seconds later, after Percy glared at him.

At the same time, Harry utilized his skills and exited the Great Hall, blending in with the crowd, and seemed to vanish down a secret passage a minute or so later. He didn t want to get Ron involved if he didn t have to. Harry wasn t even sure why he was so worried about the Hermione, but he was, so he had to check. She didn t even know the Troll was in the castle. He had a feeling that she would be in danger if he didn t find her soon.

The library. He muttered to himself, it was the best place to find his Ravenclaw friend.

Seconds later he was running down the hallway to the Library when he heard something odd and ducked behind a statue of a griffin. For the briefest of times Harry thought it might be Percy for some reason, but then the faint noise turned into running foot steps and Professor Snape ran by, a sneer on his face. What caught his attention, was that he wasn t headed for the dungeons like the other teachers, but higher into the castle.

Then he realized that Snape was heading in the direction of the third floor corridor. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out why. Snape s actions didn t make any sense. The troll was down in the dungeon after all. Was Snape running away in fear? From a troll?

Harry shook his head and decided that the potions professor wasn t a coward. That meant that he might be going after something, perhaps one of the other teachers. He shrugged it off, Hermione was more important right now; he turned and headed back for the library. He would worry about Snape later on when he found Hermione. Then he noticed something else, the air wasn t full of the smell of baking pies anymore.

Instead it was starting to smell like a privy. They hadn t learned anything about trolls in class yet, so he wasn t sure what to expect, but he was positive that the smell came from the troll. His DADA book had only me mentioned them in passing near the end of the book. Even his parents books were kind of vague on trolls and only gave a basic description on them. He spotted the entrance to the library a few seconds later and dashed inside.

He didn t see Hermione anywhere and cursed under his breath, he wasn t sure where she would be if she wasn t here. Then a roar filled the room, followed by a loud scream, and an even louder crash from the far side of the library. Harry raced across the room, down a long stack of books near the Restricted Section of the library.

Just as he raced around the corner of a stack the smell filling the air increased by ten fold. Gagging, he came to a stop and saw the troll s back. The thing was nearly ten feet tall, green skin, and wearing a ratty loin cloth. It had a club raised up into the air.

Standing in front of the thing was Hermione. He was pleased to see that she was in an attack stance, perfectly balanced, and even with her glasses on, looked like she was ready to kick some ass. He didn t recognize her stance though, it wasn t a standard martial arts stance. Then he noticed that her arm was bleeding and that her robe was ripped down one side.

She was injured. His vision started to turn red.

Leave her alone! He yelled.

The troll spun around and roared at him. The club came crashing down, but Harry s face went blank as he entered his combat mode and just hopped onto the club. He missed the surprised look on Hermione s face as he suddenly raced forward and kicked the thing right in the nose. Its head snapped backwards with a savage twist.

Using his momentum, Harry jumped into the air and flipped over the thing s head. For a second he hung in the air, upside down, above the troll. He twisted around in mid air and landed. His foot pivoted the instant he touched the ground and spun, kicking it in the head with everything he had. It spun around and crashed to the floor where its head bounced a couple of times.

Harry came to a stop, making sure that Hermione was behind him. He wasn t aware that his aura was flaring into the visible spectrum. It took him several seconds to calm down. His aura quickly vanished.

Oh my Hermione said, a little shocked. Here eyes were wide with shock.

Come on, we need to get out of here before anyone knows what happened. Harry said.

But, the troll

Was supposedly in the dungeon. I have no idea why it was here. Harry explained as he grabbed her hand and started to drag her towards the door.

But the teachers should be told. Hermione said, pulling her hand back and coming to a stop. We need to let a teacher take care of that thing before it wakes up and starts all over again.

But

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! Professor McGonagall yelled as she came into the library. Harry had to admit that he d never seen her, this angry before. Why aren t you in your dormitory?

Then Professor Snape and Quirrell entered the library. Indeed. Care to explain yourself, Potter? Snape asked after giving him a look of pure loathing. Or are showing off?

Hey! Hermione snapped. That stupid thing came in here while I was looking up something and attacked me!

All students were told to go back to their dormitories. Snape growled. Ten points from Ravenclaw for disobeying a professor.

I don t know what the hell your talking about! Hermione yelled right back. With her bushy brown hair the way it was, she looked dangerous enough to make Harry step back.

Twenty more points for lying to a professor. Snape growled.

Severus, stuff it. McGonagall snapped, startling the man. Potter, get back to your house, fifty points for disobeying a professor. Granger, you as well. Now move.

But Harry and Hermione said.

Now! Snape thundered, throwing them out of the library with a flick of his wand. Then the doors slammed shut and glowed blue for a second.

The two kids landed easily enough, rolling to their feet and looking equally angry at the doors. That was so unfair. Harry snapped.

I see why you wanted to get out of there now. Hermione said. I m sorry for fighting you.

Harry just nodded and then remembered that she was injured. Let me see your arm, it s still bleeding.

It s fine. She said, looking away.

I can at least dress the wound. Harry explained.

Let s just go to the hospital wing.

I don t know where that is.

Oh. Hermione said as Harry grabbed her arm and pushed the sleeve of her robe back. He examined the wound for several seconds.

It doesn t look to bad, but you should wash it out with water and wrap it at least.

Thanks. Hermione said, blushing a little. How did you do what you did in there though?

Which part?

Kicking that thing in the face and then flipping over it, and still having time to kick it so hard. It was incredible.

My guardian has been teaching me how to fight for some time now. Remember you met him that night with the dog.

Hermione nodded as they walked down the hallway. I ve got about five years training at a dojo near my house and I m top of my class. What you did was light years above my skill.

Well, I do tend to train about ten hours a day. Harry said. Ranma likes me to turn every situation into training.

How is that possible?

Well, say I have to read a couple of chapters in the transfiguration book. Ranma says sitting there reading is a waste of energy, so he makes me hang from a wooden beam support in the tower as I read. I have to keep from falling, read the chapter, and occasionally dodge if he throws something at me. Harry said, grinning a little.

That s a little much.

Ranma never does anything halfway. Harry said.

You got that right. Ranma said from behind them.

Hermione yelled and spun around, nearly tripping Harry in the process. Laughing, Ranma slowly became visible as he let the Umisenken go. He folded his arms and looked down at them. I watched your fight.

Harry just nodded.

You made several mistakes kid. Ranma said to Harry. You spent more time showing off with that kick than you needed to. The first kick to the nose stunned it.

I thought the second kick would put it down for the count and you taught me to take advantage of an opening while I was in the air sir.

Ranma smirked and nodded, thumping Harry on the head. Excellent, that s the confidence I like to see in my student. You also should have gotten the girl out of the way before you pulled something like that. What if that troll had fallen backwards and landed on her after that first kick?

Ah, I didn t think of that. Harry admitted.

Hermione paled a little, having not realized it either. Eeep!

You have the skill kid, but you don t have the experience yet. Ranma explained. Now, you seem to have lost your house quite a few points, they aren t going to be happy with you.

Harry groaned.

You ll have to earn them back by the end of the week. Ranma lectured, he glanced at Hermione s bleeding arm. But first, we need to help the injured.

She won t let me dress the wound. Harry explained.

Most girls won t. Ranma said as he knelt down and took her arm, making her blush again. She could see where Harry got his skills from now that she got a closer look at Ranma.

Ranma reached behind him and pulled a large bandage out of nowhere, making Hermione gasp. He quickly cleaned the wound, wrapped the bandage round her arm, and secured it in place. There you go.

Thank you.

My pleasure. Ranma said as he eyed her. I can show you a few moves if you want me too. You do have quite a bit of potential for martial arts.

I don t know.

Go for it. Harry said, grinning a little. Ranma is one of the best martial artists in the world.

Hermione was looking a bit faint now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off. I need to think about it.

Take your time. Ranma said as he stood up. I ll be here all year at the least.

Hermione nodded.

Excellent, you better get back to your house now. They might even start looking for you soon. Come along Harry, let s see if we can get back inside our own dormitory as well.

Harry turned to say goodbye to Hermione, but she was already gone. They moved back towards Gryffindor tower. Then Ranma turned invisible in mid step, though Harry could still feel a hand on his shoulder. Kid, I may have discovered something a little while ago.

What?

I m not sure why, but everything around me has started to give off a faint glow. I think I m starting to see the magic that fills this castle from top to bottom.

I haven t noticed anything like that. Harry said.

Well I did just notice it. Once I figure out how I m doing it I ll show you how as well.

Cool. Harry said as they arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady.

There is more to that girl than she lets on as well.

Oh?

Did you noticed that stance she was in?

Harry nodded.

I ve only ever seen that stance once before and she wasn t balanced right. Ranma said.

Harry wasn t sure, but he thought he could hear a hint of anger in Ranma s voice. What was it from?

A martial arts style that was sealed a long time ago.

She s not supposed to know it?

Ranma shook his head. If she had used the move I was thinking of, I d have to go and track a guy down. Then beat the information out of him.

This made Harry gape. You would go that far?

A martial artists word is his bond. To break your word is to lose your honor and become a disgrace. I may have to have a talk with that girl later on. Ranma said. He still sounded a little angry.

Please don t be to hard on her.

You know be better than that kid. Ranma said, thumping him on the head.

Ow.

Ranma smirked.

Harry gave the password and they quickly entered. He ignored the glare that Percy sent his way, and headed right for his room. Since classes would be canceled for the rest of the day, he decided to get a couple hours of sleep. As for Ranma, he seemed to just vanish.

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Author Notes: The Demon Dursleys. I ve seen them shown in worse ways than in this story. I know the scene I showed is a bit quick, but I didn t want to dwell on just how bad Harry was. His accidental magic seems to always bring out the worse in the Dursleys. As you can see, Ranma has kidnapped Little Harry from the Dursleys. Harry s dreams have just come true.

Can anyone say hero warship? :P

I also changed the Troll scene. With Hermione being in a different house I figured changing the scene was warranted. Someone might point out that trolls are very tough characters with thick skin, making Harry s win kind of odd. I ll only point out that under Ranma, Harry has learned how to do quite a few things. Harry s physical strength is also increased by his Ki abilities. The Troll didn t stand a chance against that.