A/N: It was weird… somehow people still found this story even though I haven't updated it for like an eternity. Well since you reviewed, I'm updating. No reviews replies this time.

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura belongs to Clamp, I don't earn anything except for the characters that you don't recognize and my plot. And HP obviously belongs to JK Rowling.

Hope Will Never Fade

Chapter 9: Just Another Day

"Kero! I can't believe that you… I never should have brought you here!" came a feminine voice. "I demand that you go back to Tomoeda with Yue!"

The poor little beast didn't even have time to reply before Sakura quickly got up from the chair she was sitting in and slammed the door shut. She left her private room and went into the common room she shared with the others. Kero was stunned.

'What did I do? I just wanted sweets…,' he thought, sighing.

Nobody was in the common room because they were all eating lunch. It was then about 1:10 PM and Sakura suddenly became dizzy. She suddenly bumped into the wall when she headed to the door. Her vision became even blurrier… and blurrier…

All suddenly seemed to fade away from her view, like someone has been dragging her away from her world. She stretched her arms forward to touch the wall, the feeling was so faint that she barely felt it. She quickly yanked back her hand and panicked.

"Someone… I… help… please," she mumbled under her gasps. "Kero" she finally managed to say clearly.

Thunk

"Where's Sakura?" Tomoyo whispered to Syaoran.

"I haven't seen her since Transfiguration," he replied softly.

"I saw her in Divi—"

"Well I am sure that your little conversation is far more interesting than this class, Daidoji and Li," sneered Snape as he walked to where Tomoyo sat. "Goyle and Daidoji, change seats!"

The black haired girl speedily stood up and took all her stuff and gave a glare to Snape. Li gave his most deadly and infamous glare to the teacher.

The almost-asleep Goyle made a weird sound and stood up lazily. Carrying everything with him, he walked to Tomoyo's seat and sat there flat. Tomoyo slowly strolled to where Goyle sat, beside a certain blonde haired boy named Draco Malfoy.

"Daidoji," spat Draco.

"Malfoy, I presume," spat Tomoyo back, even more harshly.

"Silencio" shouted Snape on top of all the whispers. "Now Daidoji, 5 points off Gryffindor or I'll make it ten if you don't stop talking."

"But, sir, I'm not in Gryffindor, nor any other houses!" exclaimed Tomoyo as politely as she could.

"Silencio" he repeated, ignoring the confused girl.

'Prejudice,' Syaoran thought as he sighed.

He looked around him and made sure to not pay attention to Snape at any time. He didn't even realize that the Potion Master took 20 points from Gryffindor because of him.

In the corner of the room sat Harry, Hermione and Ron. They were absolutely enraged by Snape.

'How dare he? That's already 25 points!' Hermione thought while she bit her lower lip. 'I fear that this year will be the most horrible one.'

Time passed slowly… five minutes before the class ended Sakura sprinted into the room and mumbled thousands of apologies to Snape before taking the nearest available seat near Tomoyo.

"Another 10 points then," Snape said casually.

"But—!" Ron protested.

"5 more," the teacher added.

After that, the class went silent. The students all watched and took notes from the board. Draco Malfoy, of course, sneered in the silence while smirking more than ever.

"I haven't even eaten lunch," Sakura sighed as she walked out of the classroom.

"Well you'll have to wait until dinner then," Tomoyo replied. "But why did you miss most of the class? Did something… happen?"

"No nothing… nothing really."

Syaoran was trailing behind them as Tomoyo and Sakura walked to their next class, Defense Against Dark Arts.

"I don't believe it! 50 points off!" Ron yelled not so loud, scared that Snape would hear him.

"It's 40, Ron. Seriously you can't even count," Hermione said.

"What's the difference! He took off enough points for us to have a negative number!"

As Ron finished complaining, Hermione already walked away from him towards her next class, Ancient Runes. Ron continued his way to the Gryffindor Common Room because he had a free period that day. And he really needed to talk to The Boy Who Lived.

Defense Against the Dark Arts passed quickly for Sakura, Tomoyo, Syaoran and Eriol. Surprisingly Eriol was also in their class, they have thought that he might have been in a fourth year's DADA class because of his magical powers.

Professor Mizuki introduced herself before the class, she answered some few questions and then started the class. She tried to learn one third of the class's name so every time someone lifted his/her hand, they had to say their name.

Suddenly, some pissed off looking Slytherin slammed his hand on the table.

"This is outrageous! We will never have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who would be qualified in teaching us. You're teaching rubbish!" he exclaimed as his eyes shone in annoyance.

"10 points from Slytherin, Mr…?" Professor Mizuki asked.

"Lowell," he replied, gritting his teeth.

"Mr. Lowell, there is no need to insult me. You could insult the headmaster for choosing me then. If you do not think that I am qualified, go complain to him. I will not tolerate students that interrupt my classes," the elegant teacher said in a cold voice.

"Dumbledore always chose the wrong teachers," he spat simply as he rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Detention tomorrow night, Mr. Lowell. May the class resume."

Eriol grinned as he noticed the flames in the teacher's eyes.

'Her powers are finally developing, we will not wait long now.'

"Harry!"

"Hi Ron," replied the boy named Harry. "What happened?" he added as he noticed his best friend's ears. Ron's ears were red and that did not signal anything good at all.

"Snape," Ronald gritted his teeth.

Harry raised an eyebrow and nodded. 'Typical,' he thought.

"You know those new students, mate? He took off points from Gryffindor because of them! They aren't even in our house—" Ron started.

"I was there, you know. No need to tell me the whole story," Harry mumbled.

"But…"

Harry could barely hear his best friend's complaining about potions and points being deducted. He could barely think of anything. His head was empty and he wasn't quite sure what he was thinking about.

He suddenly stood up and decided to take a walk around and perhaps practice Quidditch.

"Mate!" Ron called after him.

"I'm going to the library…," the Boy Who Lived muttered as he closed the portrait behind him.

'What's wrong with him?' Ron thought as he sighed and searched the room for his other friends. He only found Lavender and Parvati giggling in a corner so he decided to ignore them.

Harry touched his scar and shuddered. He still felt like he was at the Dursleys' staring out the window into the void. Since the day that he arrived at Hogwarts, he'd been happy but there was something missing. But he wasn't quite sure what.

As he turned around a corner, he run down the stairs because they had a chance to change direction and after a few minutes he stepped onto the fresh grass. He could see Hagrid's cabin but there was no light coming out of it so he decided to not bother Hagrid.

He slowly promenaded to the lake and sat on the ground. He didn't care if it was muddy or not, he just sighed as he took off his shoes and dipped his feet in the cool water. It felt relaxing.

It has been a while and Harry Potter did not know exactly how long he's been at the lake, but he decided that it was long enough for Ron to come down and for Hermione to be back in the Common Room. So he stood up, kicked his feet dry and roughly put on his socks and shoes.

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder and he swiftly turned around.

"Hello, you're Harry, right?" said a young girl.

"Yes. Sakura Kimonoto?" Harry replied.

Sakura nodded and gave him a big and cheerful grin. The boy forced a smile back and felt himself a bit more content.

'A smile is always the first step to happiness,' he thought.

"Well, how are you, Mr. Potter?" she asked politely.

"I'm fine. And please, it's Harry."

"Call me Sakura then."

"Why not, Sakura," he replied with a bigger smile.

Somehow he felt delighted around this Japanese girl, not because she was beautiful or elegant or anything of that sort—although she certainly was beautiful, elegant and a lot more, but because Sakura was so open with everyone and she was so carefree.

'Well. Ron and Hermione could wait for ten minutes,' Harry thought as he gestured at the spot that he was sitting at to Sakura.

They chatted for far more than ten minutes.

Sakura smiled the whole time; she completely forgot the time and the events that happened during that busy day.