I decided to put this fic under Harry Potter rather than Sailormoon crossovers since it's mostly Harry Potter/Hogwarts centered. If you haven't read book five, (probably should have put it in the first chap) you shouldn't read on… unless you want a spoiler… Moonies, yes I know that's NOT Raye's last name.

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Hermione was already at the table, helping Mrs. Weasley with the dinner. Harry turned his attention to Ron. "Your mum hasn't exploded over 'Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes,' has she?"

"Naw, not yet. I don't think she will, you know? You could tell she was real proud of them just flying out on Umbridge like that, though she tried to cover it by sending them three Howlers. Couldn't get the correct tone or something in the first two." Harry grinned.

"What did she say when she found out I gave them…"

"Not much, just something about not financing them was a relief." Ron helped himself to a passing dish. "They send us a little of their earnings, you know, since they live at home."

"Hello, Harry. Had a nice summer?" Mrs. Weasley bustled by.

"Yes, thank you."

Hermione finally sat down in between Harry and Ginny. "How are you coping?"

"Coping?"

"With… Sirius…"

Harry swallowed thickly. "Oh." He didn't say much else. Hermione looked rather apologetic for bringing it up. Harry glanced over at Ron, relieved he hadn't rebuked or snapped at Hermione. "Um, what?" Raye had been talking, though he had somewhat tuned her out.

"I think it was Cornelius Fudge's fault, if you ask me. I mean, about Black's death. Never made him out to be a killer, you know. Sirius had always been rather, well, not Death Eater material. If the man had just thought for a second… I just refused to believe he would have…" Her violet eyes drifted over Harry. "If he hadn't been …he wouldn't have been so foolhardy after being cooped up so long."

"You knew Sirius Black?" Harry looked up at her, startled.

"Yeah, he dropped by my city in Japan when he was on the run."

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Harry lay on his back in Ron's room. Why would Sirius drop by Japan? What was Raye here for? He rolled over onto his stomach. He should try to forget about it. Thinking about something like this for a week could hardly be healthy. Besides, they were going to platform 9 ¾ the next day. Fred and George had been kind enough to purchase all their school supplies on their way home from Diagon alley. The only set of books they left alone was Harry's, but then Harry had supplied them with a LOT of gold. Ron furiously scrubbed at his face, black ink having just squirted out at him from his Transfiguration book. "GEORGE!"

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Harry smiled as he found a car emptied from all students except Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. Harry noticed that Neville, though tolerating Luna's presence, was still seated on opposite sides of the car from her as she was reading the latest edition of The Quibbler. Upside down, of course. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Raye, and Ginny quickly seated themselves and Harry grinned as some former members of the DA waved as they passed the car. (Dumbeldore's Army. Read the 5th book if you don't get it.)

Ron grew rigid as someone passed the car, and Harry looked up. Draco Malfoy glared as Harry met his eyes. Evidently he wasn't about to chance another attack on Harry with Ernie Macmillan and other DA members ready to pull out their wands in the next car. Raye was eyeing Malfoy with obvious contempt as he sneered at Harry. "Let me guess, a Malfoy. He has Lucius written all over him."

"Yeah." Harry was watching Crabbe and Goyle continuing down the train after Malfoy. "How could you guess?"

Hermione noticed Neville giving Raye a look. "Oh, this is Raye Aino. She transferred here from Japan. Raye, Neville Longbottom." At the last name, Harry noticed Raye starting and giving Neville a long look. "And Luna Lovegood."

"I'm pleased to meet you."  If she said she knew Neville's parents before they were sent to St. Mungos… She didn't.

"Likewise," Luna said with a nod. Neville smiled and mumbled something similar. An owl appeared, flying along the train. It was slightly larger than Pigwidgeon, but was still a rather small owl.

"Mine," Raye said with a small smile. She worked the window open and gave a loud whistle which pierced through the noise of the train. The owl flew through the window and landed on her shoulder. It looked rather rumpled, gave a small shake, and began preening itself.

Ron cleared his throat. "What happened to your owl?"

Raye looked at him. "Oh, Phobos and Deimos didn't harass you, did they?" She gently helped it smooth some of its feathers down.

"Who are Phobos and Deimos?"

"My ravens, named for the two moons of mars. This is Sekded-ef em khetkhet, one "who travels backward", the Egyptian reference to the planet mars. Sekded for short."

"You really have a thing for mars," Hermione remarked.

"Yes, I do." The train slowed down, and they prepared to get off.

Hermione continued conversing with Raye. "Were you named after Rei Hino?" Harry thought he saw a light in Raye's eyes flicker.

"Yes."

"Sorry to break up your lovely conversation, but who's Rei Hino?" Ron was walking backwards to talk with Hermione and Raye. He almost tripped over a first year struggling to a large, familiar man.

"Firs' years! Firs' years! This way."

"Hello Hagrid," Hermione said, waving to Hagrid.

"'ello 'ermione, Ron, Harry."

"Yeah, hello Hagrid," Ron said, turning to walk forwards as Harry waved. "So then, who's Rei Hino?"

"Don't you read? Honestly, she's in every book about modern history. There are twelve pages on her in Modern History of the Last Century."

"Could have named the book better," Ron muttered. Harry fought to control his smile.

Hermione ignored all this. "She's a great warrior and dubbed the title of Slayer. You-know-who, I mean V-Voldemort, may have been frightened of Dumbeldore, but his Death Eaters were frightened of Miss Hino. She was actually thirteen or fourteen at the time, a Shinto priestess in Tokyo. She learned how to forge weapons that delved in magic in attacks from the greatest artisans, but the only flaw she put into them was that she was the only one who could use them and unleash their magical potential. I heard she had forged a bow that didn't need arrows, and a dagger that happened to bite the hand of anyone but her's. v-v-Voldemort effected the entire world, and her grandfather sent her to England to aid in the battle. Well, actually that fact is disputed. Some people think she ran away from her parents when they went to get her and she learned how to dissaparate."

They clambered into a carriage, Ron looking warily in the general direction of the thestral. Hermione continued. "The areas where she and the Death Eaters fought ran with blood, and it is said her sword drank the blood of those she slew. After one particularly ruthless battle, the field was so littered with bodies that she put up her sword and swore never to slay again. However, she was still needed greatly and reluctantly agreed to continue, though she opted to bring most of the Death Eaters in alive from then on."

"Ugh." Ginny shivered. "She was only thirteen?"

"That's the age she was during Voldemort's downfall. She went back to Japan after You-know-Who's fall and it's rumored that she teamed up with a group of girls who fought monsters of all sorts in Tokyo."

"My, Hermione you do your homework." Raye smiled at her. "Actually, I too am a Shinto priestess and I bore such a resemblance to Hino Rei that my mother named me R-E-I. R-A-Y-E is the Western way to spell it."

Suddenly a thestral ahead reared and whinnied. Harry could see its eyes rolling in panic. Ron shouted, "What's the matter?!"

"That thestral's gone wild!" Harry replied, also yelling.

Raye gritted her teeth. "Look, that's blood on its hindquarters. Someone's struck it!" The thestral was trying to get loose and soar away, tipping the carriage behind it. Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson spilled out of it.

"You can see the thestrals?" Harry asked.

"Of course I can." Raye's voice was a trifle impatient. The thestral spied Draco and snapped at him. Malfoy's cloak was caught in the spokes of the carriage and he screamed loudly. Raye leapt out of the carriage and dashed towards the panicked thestral. Other thestrals, drawn by the scent of the wounded thestral's blood, were turning towards it. "Harry, you can see them, right? Anyone who can see the thestrals, try to calm them down from going into a blood-frenzy." Luna slipped from the carriage and raced ahead while Harry strained to control the thestral leading their carriage. He looked over at Raye. He could see she was trying to reach the mad thestral, her lips moving. He caught the words. She was singing an odd, lilting tune that, coupled with the lyrics, froze his blood.

"I saw the sea of blood.

As I was standing still in the field,

I could see

The impatient waters

Red like the blood blossoms of the poppy

My vision obscured.

The sea does rave and toss

On those waters, a boat lies

A boat made of those who have gone,

Gone long before.

Their bones are bleached white from the sun,

A rower stands in the stern.

If you board this boat of death,

And sail the red waters of salt blood

You will never come back,

From the sea of blood.

I cry for now I know

I see it drifting before me,

This sea of red salt water."

The provoked thestral finally stopped trying to trample Malfoy, and the other thestrals were again moving towards Hogwarts. As Harry held his thestral steady for Luna to get back into the carriage he heard Raye. "I value your eyes, for they grow soft," and she rubbed the thestral's snout and leaned her forehead against it.