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A/N: Hey, hey, Sk8er Chica is back! This is my first story of the new year and my first attempt at a crossover. Any and all feedback is welcome. The concept for this fic may strike you as odd, but this is what happens when you watch Young Guns and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban multiple times in 48 hours.
Without further ado, I'm proud to present the very first chapter!


Harry gazed out the window at the unfamiliar scenery flicking by his window. His best friend Ron was asleep next to him, snoring loudly. For about the hundredth time, Harry read the scroll of parchment that Hedwig had delivered to him the previous morning.

Dear Harry, I know that going to hiding is the last thing you want to do, particularly after what happened to your friend Mr. Diggory, but we feel it would be best if you took a short holiday.
Since you seem to be the only person with the ability to rid our world of Lord Voldemort, it would be tragic for us all if you were to die before you got another chance to fight him. Your friend Ronald is in danger, too.
Take the train from Platform 13 at 6 o'clock on the morning of July 1st to the Muggle airport in London. There, you will find a shredded newspaper, which of course is a Portkey. It will transport you to a little town called Lincoln in New Mexico. You will wait in the town square to rendezvous with your host, Miss Serena Riddle.
While you are staying with her, it would be a very good idea, Harry, to use a different owl. Snowy owls, I'm told, are not native birds of New Mexico. Hedwig would attract too much attention to you.
You needn't worry about being able to correspond with Sirius. I have advised him of your situation and of the proper precautions to take when writing.
Send me an owl when you arrive.

Have a very pleasant summer,

Professor Albus Dumbledore

"Pleasant summer," Harry muttered darkly. "That's a laugh."

It wasn't as though he preferred the Dursleys' company; he just hated the idea of being in hiding. Dumbledore had told Harry over and over again this had nothing to do with cowardice, that Harry's own parents had done the same thing. Harry wouldn't believe it though.

Ron fell out of his seat and hit the floor with a thud as the train came to a sudden halt. He got to his feet, cursing. Harry led Ron through the winding streets of London until they reached the airport. A chewed-up copy of The Daily Prophet lay on the sidewalk.

"This is it," Harry said. "Let's go."

"I don't want to!" Ron protested. "I want to go back home and see my family! I can't believe Dumbledore is doing this to us. How can he think we'll be safe with a girl named Serena Riddle? The Riddle family is pure evil; everyone knows it."

"Maybe she's not related to Voldemort." said Harry.

Ron shivered. "Don't say his name."

"There's got to be more than one family called Riddle." Harry reasoned.

He knew they needed to leave before the Muggles noticed Hedwig, Pigwidgeon, and their trunks. Harry and Ron each touched a corner of the newspaper. Soon, the boys, along with all of their luggage were being pulled west by the Portkey. After perhaps an hour, Harry and Ron's feet hit the ground.

Harry had never seen a town quite like this one before. The roads were unpaved, made instead of hard butterscotch-colored soil. Horses were tied up to hitching posts in front of buildings. The town square had a sherrif's office, a newspaper office, livery stables, a general store, a saloon, a barber shop, and not much else.

"This place is weird." said Ron. "Are you sure we didn't take the wrong Portkey?"

"We can't have," said Harry, nodding toward the sign at the end of the dusty lane, which read 'Lincoln.'

"What do we do now?" Ron asked.

"I guess we send Dumbledore a message." said Harry, hastily scribbling a short note.

He released Hedwig from her cage, tied the note to her leg, and sent her off.

"Then?" said Ron.

"We wait for Serena to show up." said Harry.

So he and Ron stood near the closest building, waiting for someone to approach them.