Even wizards forget what magic truly is, or how it first came about.
Some muggles say it was a fairy tale to explain the unexplainable. Some wizards say they just tapped into the universe to do the impossible, first at the behest of ancient gods, then just for their own benefit.
But none of this is true. Healing, potions, charms, transformation, none of those were the first forms of magic.
The first magic, quite simply was promises.
Promises can be dangerous things.
Ask Keitaro Urashima. He had spent the fifteen years of his life obsessed with a promise he made to a girl, a promise to attend Tokyo University with her. Despite the fact that he forgot the girl's name or face, he could not forget the promise, and that promise drove him to Hinata Inn. That promise led him to finally enter Tokyo University, to follow in his mentor's footsteps and become an archaeologist. And, finally, that promise led him to his girlfriend and now, his wife, Naru Narusegawa.
And now, a promise was once again about to change his life.
It was supposed to be a simple dig. He and his mentor, Seta, were searching for ancient Celtic artefacts in Scotland. They had hired a guide to help them find the area they were searching for. The guide's name, James Potter, gave them no ill premonitions. Perhaps that was why they were in such trouble.
Unknown to Keitaro and Seta, James Potter was a wizard, and, furthermore, a high-ranking Auror. The artefacts they were searching for were actually highly magical items, which James had actually helped Dumbledore secure in Hogwarts under utmost secrecy. James's job was really to lure the muggles away from the dig site they were looking for, which, unbeknownst to them, was smack dab in Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest.
It was, to both of them, supposed to be a simple job.
Funny how that never works out.
After the three of them were far away from civilization, with a sickening crack, a group of Death Eaters Apparated into the area. Believing that James had recruited the muggles into finding the magical artefacts, they struck a bargain, James surrender the muggles and the artefacts, and they would spare him his life.
Before he could even respond, Keitaro had taken his shovel and smacked the Death Eater on the face.
Simultaneously shocked and impressed, James took out his wand and began blasting the Death Eaters and attempting to shield the two Japanese men. Thankfully, they were very resilient, as Keitaro managed to take a Stunning Spell in stride (minus the collision with the tree) without the aid of a Shielding Charm, a fact James would have to remember to tell Dumbledore about when… if they got out of it.
The battle was long and glorious, but the point was not the battle. The point was this. Seta had gotten to safety, and James and Keitaro were hiding for a brief period before being charged by Death Eaters once again. In that period, the following exchange took place…
"I don't know if we're going to get out of this," James said, panting.
"I just hope I can see my wife again. And god, my child… Naru's pregnant, we're going to have a daughter… she'll never know me…" Keitaro began to cry.
James began to tear up too, "Lily… I hope to Merlin I can see her again. And Harry, my little boy… he's not even one yet…" in a split second, he made the decision, "Keitaro?"
"Yeah?"
"If something happens to me, or Merlin forbid, Lily, and you're alive… will you take care of Harry for me?"
"Only if you'll do the same to my daughter… I promise, I'll take care of him."
"Then it's settled."
They shook hands on it. Then they finished battling the Death Eaters. Both of them made it out alive. After the mess was over, Keitaro Urashima and James Potter parted ways, neither of them giving the promise they made much thought.
But, as Keitaro knew, and was about to find out once again, a promise can be a dangerous thing.
Ten Years Later...
"Potter, Harry."
Whispers could be heard throughout the school. Harry Potter? THE Harry Potter in their year? The odds were too good to be true.
A short wisp of a boy with a wiry frame walked up, his hair mussed from some unseen event and he wore a little cross of bandages on his forehead. On his face were perched a set of glasses and a trickle of blood ran down the side of his face. In all, he wasn't very impressive at all. Almost nerdy.
Setting the hat on his head, the little voice muttered in his ear. "Oh my, you are an interesting sort, Mister Potter. Now where shall I put you?"
Harry chuckled and rubbed behind his head with one hand. "Anywhere is fine."
"I see great potential in you," said the voice of the hat. "Loyal, subtle, almost Slytherin in nature. But the loyalty shines through as well. But what's this? Thirst for knowledge. Must be your mothers influence no doubt. And the courage, oh the courage. Tell me. Where did you get the nasty bump on your head?"
"Would you believe a girl bashed me into the wall?" said Harry and the hat chuckled.
"Well, with spark like that, there is only one place for you. Gryffindor!" The last word was shouted out loud and the hat snatched from his head.
A low chant began at the table. It started with the Weasley Twins and rose to a fever pitch. "We've got Potter, we've got Potter!"
Harry smiled, chuckled nervously and took a step forward as his foot snagged on the bottom hem of his robe.
With a yelp, he pitched forward, landed nose first into Angelina Spinnet's cleavage, one hand flailing and grasping Lavender Brown's robes, yanking them off. Spinnet yelped and Lavender shrieked, being draped in air as her blouse somehow came off as well.
"YOU PERVERTED IMP!" cried the pair of girls as they punched him in tandem into the Ravenclaw table. Harry let out a "PHRRRUGH!" as he barrelled into a group of female students. There were shrieks and yells as Harry was ricocheted around by irate and somehow unclothed females. The Great Hall soon turned into a state of chaos.
Minerva MacGonagall stared in open mouthed shock as she turned to Dumbledore, words failing her. Dumbledore's wild twinkle in his eyes betrayed his amusement. Most of the staff had cast charms on the table and had sunk below, degenerating into hysterics.
"BLARGH!" exclaimed Harry as he skidded to a stop in front of Hermione who shook her head and extended a hand.
Harry reached up, avoiding a swing from a nearby girl whom he accidentally molested and grabbed Hermione's hand. Pulling up, he sighed and said, "Thank you."
His thanks was short lived as his robes had caught on her skirt. And Harry was sent flying once more, imitating a human pinball as he ricocheted into the hallway over the heads of the remaining first years and skidded to a halt, bleeding profusely.
Regaining her composure, Minerva went to the Q's and R's as Filch, being nice for once, pushed the dazed Harry out of the doorway and closed the doors so that no more wardrobe malfunctions could occur.
Love Hina Remix
written by Shaun Garin
Love Hina is owned by Ken Akamatsu. Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling. All characters belong to their creators. Used for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter 1 : Life Begins With A Myah!
"Oooow... girls in England really have spunk, ne, Tama-kun?"
"Myah!" agreed the little hot springs turtle that floated around Harry, myahing happily. Harry laughed and dug into his pocket for Turtle Food. "Aaaah, I have to call Mutsumi-bachan for more."
"Myah," agreed Tama-kun.
Clicking twice on a mechanical pencil, Harry pulled out a sheet of paper as the candles next to him lit up, illuminating the parchment.
Dear Mom and Dad and Little Sis and Everyone at Hinata-sou...
I finally arrived at Hogwarts! It's an incredible school but it's kinda weird. English girls must have some kind of issues with kids like me cause I accidentally tripped and pulled a few robes off. I hope you won't get mad at me for doing so, but it wasn't my fault those robes were so big!
I definitely miss being away from Hinata House, with the magic here being all itchy at times. I'm sure that I'm probably not going to answer all the time when my name is being called. I had to be poked several times and the professor calling out my name used my birth name. Man, when will they realize my name is Urashima? Honestly.
Konoka-chan, I wanna see you again. It's lonely without sleeping with you. Mom, dad, it's been an amazing ride here and I wish you could have come along as well. Big Sis Ema and Big Sis Sarah if you can read this, please do well for me in Tokyo University. I promise to return and get into Tokyo U! After all, remember the old saying of the Toudai Ruins!
Oooh, I gotta get going. I need to sleep, even though I'm not sleepy. Stupid jet lag. I wonder if there's a potion for that?
Your son, Urashima Harry.
Placing the paper within the envelope, he handed it to Tama-kun and said, "Could you get one of those owls to send my letter there?"
"Myah!" said Tama-kun, saluting as he flew off with the letter in his mouth.
Harry sighed as he got up and flopped into bed. "Wow, I'm not sleepy at all," he remarked to himself. Humming to himself softly, he pulled out a manga from his trunk and began to read all night.
"Harry, get up, you're going to be late for the first day! Harry!"
Ron whisked open the curtains and found the younger Urashima sleeping with the manga draped over his head and snoring. "Oi," said Ron. "OI! Get up now!"
"Urgle," said Harry, shifting as the manga fell off his face. "Argh, sunlight!" Harry hissed dramatically and buried his head in the pillow.
"Get up, we need to get to class," said Ron. "You missed breakfast."
"Lucky me," said Harry, his voice muffled from the pillow. "Can I sleep more?"
"What's wrong with him?" asked Seamus curiously.
"Jet lag," said Dean with a knowing look on his face. Ron blinked.
"Jet what?" asked Ron.
"Jet lag is a symptom of prolonged fatigue from a long trip across several date lines," said Dean. "He came here from JAPAN which is practically across the world."
"Whatever. Hey, Harry! You wanna get up now or what?"
Harry glared one green eye out from under the pillow. "That's Urashima-san to you," he growled before shoving the pillow on his head.
Seamus and Ron looked at Dean and Neville clarified it. "You haven't earned the respect to call Urashima-san by his first name without an honorific. It's pretty much a slur to the Japanese."
"Bollocks," said Seamus. "He's a Potter."
"No, Urashima!" protested Harry. "Get my notes or something, I'm suffering here!"
"We'd best leave him, he's tired and probably hasn't slept all night due to it," said Dean and the boys left him.
"You missed lunch, and fourth period," said Ron as Harry sat down for supper. "Did you sleep all day?"
"Oh me oh my," said Harry cheerfully as he was back to his old airy self. "I suppose I did. I'm sorry Ron-kun."
Ron blinked at Harry's attitude adjustment. "Um, are you feeling all right?"
"Fu, fu, fu," laughed Harry as he went to work on a large watermelon slice. "I'm feeling just fine, what do you ask?"
"Wow, his personality does a complete one eighty when he's tired," remarked Neville, grinning.
"Hmm?" asked Harry curiously, a watermelon seed stuck to his face. Then he noticed the mug before himself and took a curious sip. "Hmm, not bad."
"You were tired and grumpy this morning," said Seamus. "Not a bad trade off."
"Ah, okaasan says the same thing," said Harry. "Oh, Ron-kun, there's a dab of mustard on your cheek." His hand flicked out and he wiped it off Ron's cheek. Ron went red as Harry licked his finger.
"What are you ON!" sputtered Ron.
"Fu, fu, fu," laughed Harry again as he smiled without any guile in his expression. "What do you mean by that?"
"Wow, that's just a COMPLETE one eighty," said Dean with a grin, silently getting a kick out of Ron sputtering incoherently.
"Oh! Granger-san! Granger-san, can I get a moment of your time?" called out Harry and Hermione looked over at Harry.
A scowl made its way onto her features but she walked over. "Yes?"
Harry got up and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry for last night Granger-san, it was my fault. Papa says I'm something of a klutz and I got it from him. I hope you will forgive my earlier... problems."
Hermione's expression melted into a gentler feature. "That's fine. Just don't do it again."
"Not a problem. Would you like to join us?" asked Harry and Hermione walked over with Harry following. One of her long hairs brushed against his nose and Harry's eyes watered. "Ahhh... ACHOOO!"
Hermione screamed as her clothing was systematically shredded under her robes, leaving her naked as the day as she was born save for a robe of modesty. There was a wolf whistle and Hermione went completely red. "YOU PERVERTED SLIME!" she cried, finding the strength to smash the poor boy through the doors of the great hall. Face red and amidst the laughter of the students, Hermione ran out the door, burying her face in her hands.
"Wait, Granger-san, I didn't mean too!" cried Harry, getting out from where he was laying prone on the ground. He then hit the ground with "PHRGH!" as a suit of armor was hurled at his head.
"Leave me alone!" cried Hermione as she was chased around the castle.
"No, I can't! I wanna say I'm sorry!" called out Harry.
"You did enough thank you very much!" shouted back Hermione angrily as she turned around the corner and slammed into Filch.
"No running in the halls, it's detention for you, missy!" cackled Filch as he seized her hands and his cat meowed. "You'll be scrubbing the floors and then hanging from the racks you will!"
"Lemme go!" protested Hermione, trying to get out of his iron clad grip.
"Granger-san?" called out Harry as he rounded the corner. "Hey, let her go!"
"Not a chance, she's going to be scrubbing the floors for hours tonight," sneered Filch.
"Why.. you... CUTTING EVIL FIST, SECOND FORM!"
"Geh?" Filch was blown back from the attack and tumbled down the stairs that helpfully moved into his patch all the way down to the ground floor.
Hermione looked at Harry who smiled and rubbed his head. "I couldn't let an old guy like that take advantage of you, could I?"
"I..." Hermione found herself at a loss for words as Harry walked up to her. "I..."
Staring into his vivid green eyes, Hermione found herself unable to breathe as he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "Fu, fu," he chuckled.
"Wha...?" asked Hermione, stepping back and holding a hand to her lips, face red. "Why did you kiss me?"
"Fu, fu, I'm sorry Granger-san, momma said it was a bad habit I picked up from Mutsumi-neesan," said Harry, bowing. "Please forgive me. Oh, Tama-kun!"
"Myah!" said Tama-kun, holding a skirt and a top. Hermione took it and quickly put it on. "Myah," said Tama-kun happily.
"Well, shall we get back to supper?" asked Harry brightly, holding out a hand. "Do you want to go together?"
For the first little while, Hermione found herself smiling. "Sure."
And then, her clothing fell off in tatters.
"EEEEEEEEEEK! HERMIONE PUNCH!"
"WHY MEEEEEEEEEE!"
There was a spectacular crash and a sound of armour banging together as Hermione ran away, crying. Then, from the pile of armour, Harry called out to his turtle. "Urgh... Tama-kun? Get the doctor please," said Harry as he lay pooled in a pile of suits of armour as Hermione fled to the dormitory.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Sleep," droned Harry as he curled up even more. And then he was hauled out of bed by an irate girl. "Eh?"
"How... did... you... get... in... here!" shrieked Hermione.
"I sleepwalked?" ventured Harry. Somehow, deep inside his mind, he somehow knew sleeping with his sister was a bad thing as his magic must have teleported him into the girls dormitory.
"Ggggrrrrrgghh," uttered Hermione in incoherent rage as Pavarti laughed at her dorm mates plight.
"He's cute at least," offered Lavender as Pavarti was too breathless. "But how did he get through the wards?"
"I have no idea," said Hermione. "Fine. You sleep now. But once you're done, you're out of this room for good! You hear me pervert?"
"Yes neechan," said Harry, already half asleep. Hermione growled incoherently and stomped off to shower.
"Welcome to Transfiguration," said MacGonagall. "Here, you will learn how to transform things into living or non-living objects. Transfiguration is a precise magic and any fooling around may result in a dismissal from class."
Harry found himself trying to make a matchstick into a needle. Looking at it, Tama-kun looked back at him and Myah'ed encouragingly. Pointing his wand at it, he scowled at the lack of results. "What am I doing wrong Tama-kun?" he asked of the turtle.
"Myah?" offered Tama-kun and Harry nodded.
"There's an idea," said Harry as he focused his will into the transformation, imagining the shape change. The matchstick bubbled and then went silver. The pair shared a look and grinned. "It's a start."
"Myah!" said Tama-kun.
When the bell rang, signifying the end of classes of the day, Harry stood up and stretched. "Hmmm... Tama-kun, did momma pack my sword?"
"Myah," said Tama-kun, shaking his head.
"Right, customs," said Harry. "Maybe out on the lawn then."
"What's he doing?" asked Lavender curiously.
"Looks like some kind of dance," said Pavarti. "No, wait, that's Kabaddi. I saw some of the elders doing it back home."
"Kabaddi? But the stance is all wrong. It looks like it's been blended with Savate and Jeet Kun Do..." Padma said, standing next to her sister.
"And two other styles I can't recognize," finished Pavarti. "Anything else?"
"He's good at it, but there's a few holes here and there," said Padma.
"What are yeh two doin' out 'ere?" asked Hagrid curiously. "That 'ere's some funny dance Harry be doin'."
"It's not a dance Hagrid," said Pavarti. "It's Martial Arts."
"Really? Well that's sumthin'," said Hagrid as Harry turned to a stone. "Hmm?"
Harry suddenly yelled something and his hands glowed as he rushed the stone. Passing by it, it sliced in a clean arc and three pairs of jaws dropped. "What in tarnation?" gaped Hagrid.
"That was a chi attack," said Padma, sharing a look with her sister. "To master something like that is..."
"It's not a single cut," said Pavarti. "Look."
Sure enough, the whole top half of the rock that was sliced up crumbled into slices and Harry rubbed his head. Hagrid grunted. "I'd love to have 'em for 'elp around 'ere durin' th' winter. Make tree cuttin' a 'hole lot easier, that it would."
"I think he's gotten a whole lot cuter, don't you agree sister?" said Pavarti, sharing a grin. Padma grinned back.
"I think so, sister."