Hello Harry Potter fans! Just a few notes before the story begins.

Disclaimer? Although I own copies of both the Harry Potter series and the majority of the Ranma 1/2 graphic novels, I don't really own them. They belong to JK Rowling and Rumiko Takahashi respectfully. Honestly, if they were my creation, it wouldn't be half as good as Rowling and Takahashi.

Crossover? This isn't a crossover per say, I'm really just using the location and the legend of Jusenkyo from Ranma 1/2

Timeline? There really isn't one concerning Ranma 1/2 characters since they aren't going to be in the story, for now at least. As for Harry Potter, this is a fifth year AU because I have Ron and Hermione as Perfects, but I also have Oliver Wood as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, whom I believe left the school in year four. Nothing against Angelina of course, I just like Wood so much that I never want him to leave the school!

On with the story! eNJOY!

Harry Potter and the Legendary Accursed Grounds

Chapter One. Quidditch Practice.

Harry Potter was exhausted. He had just finished the longest and most thorough Quidditch practice he ever had. It had been dark for several hours before practice was over as they had started late. Harry knew that the Slytherins were holding a grudge from the last game they played. In that grudge, the Slytherin team booked the Quidditch pitch before Oliver Wood, and was taking their time in gathering their equipment. It wasn't as if the Slytherins needed to practice, Harry mused. Since the season was over except for the school championship scheduled in February; Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.

As he walked the staircase to Gryffindor Tower he remembered with a grim satisfaction how that match had gone.

Slytherin and Gryffindor were close in points and all that he had to do was catch the snitch, nothing more, nothing less. Wood would come up to him every day before the match. "As soon as you see it." He'd make a quick grabbing motion. "As soon as you see it, Harry."

Keeping Wood's words in his head Harry kicked off the ground and flew into the air, taking his usual position above the Quidditch pitch and waited.

As soon as you see it Harry.

Harry saw it all right, the golden snitch hovered slightly around the left of Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Captain.

As soon as you see it Harry.

Harry drove from above the pitch keeping his eyes on the little glint of gold. Flint looked up to see Harry's out stretched hand aiming for him and just as Harry flew passed him, Flint turned his Nimbus 2001 upside down and allowed himself to let go, falling from the broomstick onto the sand below.

"The crowd shares a collected gasp as they see what looked like Potter knocking Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint off his broom!" Lee Jordan's voice boomed over the stadium. "And Madame Hooch calls the foul on Gryffindor! And the goal is good, not that it really matters since Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins with 170 points to 90! Gryffindor will be playing against Ravenclaw for the Quidditch Cup!"

The last words were drowned out by the cheering that erupted from the stands from the Gryffindor supporters, which just happened to be the majority of the school.

He was still holding the snitch as he was enveloped in hugs by Alicia, Katie, and Angelina. Fred and George did victory laps around the pitch and Wood was grinning like a mad man and Harry knew that he had already started working on strategies for the Quidditch Cup.

"Good catch 'Arry." Hagrid greeted Harry happily, followed by Ron and Hermione.

"Nice one mate." Ron draped an arm over Harry's shoulders. They had made it down onto the pitch before the rest of the school streamed down to congratulate the Gryffindor team. While the rest of the Slytherin team floated Flint's body off the field Harry saw Malfoy jeer at him as he stalked off to the edge of the field in the direction of their locker rooms.

To Harry it was as if he had already won the championship.

Harry had made it to the Fat Lady's portrait. "Good evening Mr. Potter," she said as if she had been waiting for him. Although she had on a rather ugly yellow night dress and matching cap she looked wide awake and wasn't planning on going to sleep any time.

"Er, good evening." Harry mumbled.

"Password?"

"Mimbulus mimbletonia." The portrait swung open to allow him in.

Harry, using the last of his energy to enter the Boys' dormitory, fell into a deep dreamless sleep as soon as his head hit the soft feather pillow.

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I know that not much has happened so far, I wanted people to get use to my writing. I am going to wait for a few reviews before I post the next chapter. I mean why post a story that no one will read you knows?