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 am 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 Two. Potions class #1.

Harry's eyes snaps open as his body jumps awake at the sound of the bell as it rings somberly over Hogwarts Castle. He felt sluggishly aware that he was the only person in the room as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Why didn't Ron wake me?

Automatically, he reaches on the table next to the four poster bed, for his glasses, but they aren't there. He stretches absently as he blindly begins searching for the familiar black frames. He finds them laying open under his pillow; pulling them on, he gets up and stumbles into the baths.

Looking into the mirror, he sees one side of his glasses are heavily twisted upward and a lens has a long, diagonal scratch running from the top right to the bottom left. With a yawn he points his wand at his reflection and grunts a quick reparo spell. It hits the mirror and ricochets, hitting Harry in the nose. He yelps in pain and grabs his nose as bits of mirror fall into the sink and into the floor.

"Yeah I'm not wake at all," he thinks as he takes off his glasses and fixes them properly.

He then points his wand to the broken mirror and repairs it too. He knows he'll miss breakfast in order to have enough time to shower, dress and make it to the dungeons in time for Double Potions.

He washes his face and turns the shower on and disrobes, making sure to leave his glasses in easy to spot place.

He is still too tired to see the crack left in the mirror.

Straightening his red and gold tie, Harry gathers his school bag, his head feels cold as he runs to the dungeons as fast as he can.

By the time he reaches the dungeons, his hair has dried in an odd way; sticking out more then usual, making it looks as though his hair was blowing in an unseen wind. Hermione and Ron are waiting for him at the doorway in front of the Potions classroom.

"Hey Harry," Ron greets him, looking at his hair with an amused expression. "You made it just in time mate, Snape's not even here yet."

"Why didn't you wake me?" Harry demands trying to flatten his hair, not bothering to return Ron's greeting.

Ron looks at him confused. "What do you mean? I did."

"You did, huh?" Harry asks mockingly. "Well it didn't work did it?"

"You told me you'd be down in a minute."

"And you believed me?"

"Well, yeah. Hey, you were sitting and talking to me. I figured that meant that you were awake."

Hermione gave Harry a look as if she wanted to say something that took her a lot of will power not to.

"We missed you at breakfast." She said instead, changing the subject. She hands him a white handkerchief with the Hogwarts crest. "Here, I thought you might be hungry." Inside are a few pieces of dry toast and a small goblet of pumpkin juice. "The goblet is bewitched," she explains at Harry's questionable look. "It's spill proof, it'll only pour when a person's mouth is on the rim of the goblet."

"Oh, cool." Harry said as he takes the food gratefully. "Thanks Hermione."

"You're welcome. I didn't wanted you to pull a Neville," she said hastily lowering her voice. Her cheeks darken as Ron laughs. Harry grins at the memory as he finishes half a piece of toast.

Everyone learned at the beginning of first term that it wasn't good to attend a class like Potions, where concentration and timing were key, if all you could think about was food. None learned it better then Neville Longbottom. During class Neville passed out over his cauldron. Thankfully they were making pepper up potions for the infirmary so he wasn't badly injured, but Professor Snape had been hinting all month that they were going to be learning how to make a quite special and equally dangerous potion today.

"Why are you three blocking the doorway?" said a cold voice behind Harry. "Last time I checked students went inside the classroom for lessons."

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned to see Professor Snape staring at them. "I don't mind giving you detentions for being late Potter, but move so that those who arrived on time will be able to attend class." Snape motioned to the students standing behind him. There are four Slytherin girls standing harassed by the wall.

Hermione gave an embarrassed squeak and hurries inside followed by Ron and Harry.

"If they wanted to get in all they had to do was ask," mutters Ron impatiently to Harry as they went to their seats in the back of the room. Harry nods absently, finishing his toast and downing the last of the pumpkin juice as Professor Snape reaches the front of his desk, his beady eyes staring out over the classroom.

"It comes to my attention that many of you have a hard time following instructions when it comes to potions making," He give a particularly nasty smirk in Harry's and Neville's direction. "Therefore I think a demonstration is in order." He moves to the side of his desk. There is a large, empty glass tank sitting on Snape's desk. Without explaining himself Snape pulls on dragon hide gloves that reach up to the elbow.

"Aqua erupto."

The tank fills with water.

He picks up a blackboard easer and transfigures it into a crow.

Snape holds the blackbird's body with a gloved hand and without warning, plunges it into the tank. Snape holds the bird underwater as it struggles, water falls all over the place.

Everyone in the class watches memorized at their professor's behavior.

"What the bloody hell is he doing?" Ron asks shocked "He's gone mad!"

Snape removes the bird from the water. The crow caws noisily in anger. It was able to release a wing, the drenched black feathers sticking out in odd angles, dripping water onto the floor.

"Did everyone see what happened to the bird?" Snape asks ignoring the odd looks from his students.

"It got wet." Lavender answers bravely.

"Yes, Miss Brown it did" Snape snapped. "But nothing happened to it."

With his left hand he pulls out a small blue vial from his robes, takes the stopper off and pours the entire contents into the tank. Harry noticed Snape take a few steps back from his desk before putting the crow back into the water, more carefully this time.

"Now look closely." He open his fist and pulls his arm out of the water.

There are cries and gasps of surprise from the class; where there had been a large black crow there now was a small goldfish swimming in circles around the tank.

Snape reaches back in and retrieves the goldfish, once again avoiding the class' reaction. It lays on its side in Snape's open palm, its mouth opening and closing in an attempt to breathe. " Thermae erupto ." A stream of hot water comes out of the wand's end and, to the amazement of the class, the fish transformed back into the crow which flies around the room enraged. Students duck under their desks, getting out of its way as the watery blackbird veers around and heads straight for the Potions master.

Snape takes out his wand and performs a vanishing spell on the tank, without turning around he hits the bird with a stunning spell to the chest and the crow landed on the ground in front of Harry's desk. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked down, where they thought they would find a stunned bird, there lay the blackboard easer.

The students begin to come out from under their desks, many of them were trying to dry off the water spots on their notes.

Hermione raised her hand. "How did you do that, sir?"

Snape placed a cleaning spell on his gloves before taking them off and throwing them away before answering her.

"That is the Legend of Jusenkyo," He replied as the bell rang.

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Author's note. It's about time that I posted something. This is the chapter that I have the most trouble with; How do I introduce the Drowned Springs? I mean you try to explain why Snape would teach a British students Chinese Magic. I knew that I haven't done such a good job at explaining anything right now, but I promise it will get better, please hold on the good stuff is coming. Some may notice that I have used the spells that were used in the video game, frankly it was a lot easier to used them, then having to scroll through the books for spells or making them up.