Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE. I'd give anything to own Syaoran and Sakura, they're so kawaii, but sadly, I can't. sob

Chapter One- A R R I V A L

They were leaving the present world they were in. This time they were off to a different world. Not anything like the Hanshin Republic or Tokyo. They didn't know where they would end up. It might be somewhere on Earth like India, or it might be someplace you couldn't describe in words. None of the five travelers knew what destiny would bring them. It would all be up to fate.

Syaoran opened his eyes for a split second and he saw Fai's blonde hair above him and felt Kurogane's austere expression behind him. And finally, he looked down at the teenage girl in his arms. "I'll save you Sakura," he whispered. Before he knew it, Mokona happily declared it was time to leave.

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It was a hot day at Privet Drive; all the lush green lawns had turned a strange shade of yellow. The Dursleys, who were inside with their eyes glued to the new television, were cool in their houses like all other citizens on the street. There were only two souls outside in the intense heat. One was Mrs. Figg, who was strolling along on her evening walk. This old woman was crazy about cats. Every evening, she would stroll along Privet Drive and pay particular interest at Number Four. Three residents at Number Four never really cared about the old hag that would stop and gaze at their home. It didn't annoy them. They thought she stopped to admire Aunt Petunia's gardening, but it was really awful. However, it got on the nerves of a seventeen-year-old wizard, who was the fourth resident. This wizard had jet-black hair, bright emerald eyes, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead that drew unwanted attention to him.

Speaking of the teenage wizard, he was currently hiding in the hiding place he found two years ago. He would never repeat hiding places in the same summer; he knew his aunt and uncle wouldn't leave him alone if they found him. He just lay there thinking about what had happened a two years ago, about his godfather dying. The thought of it made him shudder. Every time he would see a big black dog or hear the name Sirius, he couldn't stand it. He would lose his temper and slam his bedroom door shut and flip through the photo album Hagrid gave him in his first year at Hogwarts.

The sun was now setting and Harry still lay there thinking about the events that happened just a year ago. He didn't want to think about it, but the thoughts just crept into his head at the strangest moments. He looked at the phoenix colored sunset and tried to admire the beauty, but it wouldn't work. 'Maybe Hermione was right' Harry thought. 'I have a problem with the saving people thing. But it's not my fault all this stuff is happening to me! I didn't tell Voldemort to kill my parents so I could be famous.' His thoughts now crept to Voldemort. The wizard killed Harry's parents when he was only one year old and his men were responsible for the death of Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. His thoughts were now disturbed his uncle's voice booming through the house.

"Where's the boy!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. His nostrils were round and his piggy face was very pink, like a little girl's Sunday dress. One of his four chins seemed to disappear as he bobbed his head back and forth in anger. "Marge's coming any second!" he boomed again. Aunt Petunia was circling around her husband trying to calm him down with a fake smile, but it didn't seem to work. Dudley on the other hand, sat on the dining room table with his pig-like face inches away from a delicious chocolate cake Aunt Petunia had baked for Marge, Vernon, and Dudley. If 'the boy' was lucky, he'd get some leftover crumbs. But that was never going to happen. Dudley was around. After making sure his mother and father weren't looking in his direction, Dudley took his fat and stubby second finger and scooped some vanilla frosting off the side of the cake.

The wizard knew what the muggles were up to. They wanted to impress Aunt Marge with their new 65 inch LCD flat panel television. After Marge came over, they would all be leaving for Honolulu, Hawaii without him. Without the you-know-what that went you-know-where. It was better than being stuck with them for two weeks. Harry didn't care about wonderful vacations on tropical islands. All he wanted was to spend time with his two best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Harry had not been startled at all hearing the news of his horrific Aunt Marge coming over. He was use to it. He had already blown her up like a balloon once, and if he needed to, he could do it again. He quietly sneaked out of the bush and found himself face to face with the old hag, Mrs. Figg.

"Hello dear," she said.

"Er…Hello," he answered back.

"My boy," Mrs. Figg began. "What nice…"

"S'up Figgy?" a familiar voice cut her off. It was Mudungus. He was waltzing down the streets waving to Mrs. Figg and Harry.

"For goodness sake," the old lady whispered and ran over to Dung. Harry, went back in the bushes blankly staring at the sunset.

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KNOCK KNOCK! The torture began, at least for Harry Potter. He was currently in his room finishing up a summer assignment about the pollyjuice potion and it's effects. He began:

The pollyjuice potion…

And he stopped. He couldn't continue. There was a light that almost blinded him. It was more like a bundle of light in his room that seemed to drop from the sky. Harry felt a gust of wind in his room, more like a tornado. All his pieces of parchment were now scattered everywhere. The light and wind was gone. It was disruptive, but silent, so luckily, his aunt and uncle didn't hear. But it left four people and one stuffed animal looking thing behind.

There was a teenager, about fifteen or sixteen with messy brown hair and matching chocolate eyes. He had a girl about the same age in his arms with short auburn hair that was asleep or perhaps unconscious.

There was a tall male with blode hair, like Draco Malfoy, standing by the teenage boy with the girl in his arms. And behind him, was another tall male with jet-black hair like Harry's. He had muscles and was dressed in a type of ninja outfit.

"The name's Fai, Fai D. Flowright," The tall blode said walking over to Harry. "This is Kurogane," He said pointing to the guy in the ninja outfit. "And that's Syaoran and Sakura," he said with a whisper pointing to the two teenagers. "What's your name?"

Harry was stunned. Everything happened so fast, he didn't know what happened at all.

"Harry, Harry Potter."

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