"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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Possible future crossovers.
Walking straight up to Harry, Michael pulled him into a familial embrace.
"It's about time you came to see me. I was wondering if I would have to come looking for you."
Looking at the shock on the face of his obviously young cousin, Michael stepped back worried something was wrong. Looking the kid over again close up it seemed Harry was coming out of his daze
"You alright kid?"
"Cousins? We're cousins?" This wasn't how Dudley acted around him.
Releasing Harry, Michael stepped back slightly to give him some space. Looking quizically at the smaller boy.
"Well we are distant cousins after all. I may be your legal guardian since I accepted the inheritance, but I don't think you want me calling you son do you?"
"Well no.." was harry's quick responce.
"Good, I'm to young to have a son anyways." chuckling a little they both stepped into the elevator."Would you like a tour of lair?"
"Sure, but why is it called a lair?" asked Harry as the elevator speed up to the main building.
"Because that was the name of the image this place was based on. The Cat's Lair was the first dream home I had ever had. It didn't matter that it was fictional, only that I wanted it for My home. Now since I had the money and the opportunity to have it built. Here it is and all my dreams are coming true."
'A fictional home? I wonder what fiction it came from?' Thought Harry as the elevator rose and rose higher and higher from the Floo Room. 'Was coming here a good idea?'
As the doors opened into a massive main hall with a window to the outside world he was struck speechless.
"Welcome to the south pole Harry."
Scene Break- Hong Kong- Remnants of British wizarding colony.
'Glad to be out of that place in one piece.' Were Dumbledore's thoughts as he was sipping an ale inside the international Floo station. The pub was one of the only English places still run by a British owner.
The chinese mystics from the hidden palace were slowly driving the European wizards out and restricting entrance into the country. If he weren't Albus Dumbledore he very likely would have been run out of the country long before now. Looking at his watch, however, he decided he'd had enough to get him through the long floo trip.
Setting down his drink he pulls out his personal pouch of floo powder and travels throught the neon green flames.
Watching from the shadows, Ranma curses her inaction as her quarry slipped into the magical fires.
'He's going to England. It might take me a little while to pick up the trail old man, but I'll find you.' Were the young woman's thoughts as she began making plans.
TBC Author's notes.
Ack. It didn't come out quite right. Please read and review. Thank you to those who have reviewed so far. Tell me what you think people. Any particular relationships you guys want? Just a warning I don't do slash. Later all.