Okay, I've been fussed on (Rightly so) about putting whether or not what the crossover is. So, this is HP/Beetle Juice . . . just no slashy between Harry and BJ. That would be gross. There IS slash, though.

Chapter one is Invader Zim/HP.

Chapter two is Dragon Ball Z/HP.

Chapter three is YGO/HP.

Chapter four is HP/Pet Shop of Horrors/Page Master.

Chapter five is Shoulin Showdown - not a crossover and yes, I switched some elements. It makes more sense to me this way.

Chapter six is HP/Horton Hears a Who. (Don't ask, please.)

Chapter seven is Harry Potter - not a crossover.

But anyway, in CHAPTER 11, I will be posting which ever one won and there is a Poll on my Author's Page to look up. Listing them in reviews is making me break my brain.

Chapter One:

Dear Margaret,

I shall name you Margaret since Diary is too weird sounding to me. So, Margaret, guess what? I'm eleven today! Bertha, Diary from age nine, and Diana, Diary from age ten, are so full now! I guess I write in them too much. But, anyway, I got this weird letter by owl, of all things instead of in the Post like a normal person. They're inviting me to a "magic" school. Da thinks they're off their rocker. Mum just keeps "hmmm"-ing and giving me that pondering look. Tuny doesn't look happy about the extra attention.

Lils

Dear Anita,

As the three before you, I shall name you. I'm twelve today! As explained in Margaret, I started a strange school . . . A MAGIC school! I adore it but there is this one gastly boy, so rude and mean. Sevvy is being picked on for being a Slytherin. It really is unfair. Tuny isn't happy for me. Calls me a freak. I would lash out, but sometimes I think I am. Where will I fit in after all of this? How will I tell my non-magic friends (the people at school call them muggles but that sounds gross) that I go to a boarding school because I'm "special" or something? They'll think I'm stupid or something.

Lils

Dear Samantha,

Thirteen! I am officially a TEEN! YES! FINALLY! Sevvy gave me a strange book, all covered in gold letters and pictures with a green leather binding (I haven't a clue what that is, but that's what mum called it) and yellowing pages. Mum says that is from old age. I kept what I wanted to say behind my teeth since my first thought wasn't very nice. I think I have a brain-to-mouth filter now. Tuny caved and gave me a pendant. It's so pretty and a real crystal. I'll have it enchanted when Sevvy and I get back to school.

Lily

Dear Pembrooke,

Mum gave me this old singing box. She called it a Jack-In-The-Box. You crank the handle and something is supposed to pop out. It's magic, she said, and one of her dearest friends in stuck inside. She told me to hold on to it, maybe I could be the one to break the spell. I'm not so sure. Tuny gave me crystal earrings. She had this sad, worried look. Like mum does when we're sick or hurt. Sevvy gave me a Potion's Master's bracelet. It holds potions in each bead and there are fourty-eight of them. It should come in handy, don't you think?

Lily

Dear Petunia,

Yes, I named you after my sister. She's grown distant recently, and it's pretty much my fault, really. I'm strange to her, a freak of nature. I'm sorry for that, but I will not change what I have become for anyone. Sevvy is worried for me, though. He's given me a lot of different potions, a lot for healing or protection. Of course, that could be because he met BJ. Who is currently grounded until further notice! I cannot believe he talked Peeves into doing that!

Lily

Dear Arcadia,

There is war. Magic is brewing in horrid ways. Evil has born itself in darkness and light. The Leader of our side is loosing himself to the evil of the Ever-Light. Our opponents have evil strangling the truth of darkness. The balance is corrupted. I had hoped to find someone with balance, but this foolish war is stripping the natural magic. BJ is loosing hope of being free. His soul is barely within the confines of his body anymore. Mum said that it has gotten so much worse since she was a child. Sevvy thinks he might have found a way to release BJ to his eternal rest since exorcism will not work. On a happier note, I found a magical seed packet in my room. I wonder where it came from.

Lilith

Dear Sonia,

Did you know that, when you get to know someone, they are actually half way nice? James has almost redeemed himself. I am saddened though. Sevvy stopped being my friend because he is trying to protect me. I understand, really. I do. So, I have sent him a present without anything to say it is from me, not even magic. He's already approached me about it, but he can't prove anything. Tuny gave me a hug and a rose bush. It's an odd rose bush. I told Tuny thank you and it was as if the world was right. The light inside me was never balanced without the darkness of Tuny. We are opposites of the same thing. I told her so. She agrees. Unfortunately, we aren't enough to free BJ. There has to a balance inside a person to free him. We'll figure it out.

Lilith Evans

Dear Julie,

The war has gotten worse. BJ is worried for us. He cannot do much inside his box, but I have taken to leaving the lid open. Soon, though, I will have to send him with some of my things to Tuny. Her husband is not a kind man, very brutal, but a normal man who gives her what she needs to survive inside her darkness. I have a foreboding of the future and of our Light Leader. With my stomach round in child bearing, I feel as if my magic has doubled, if not tripled. My love James has had to put runes on me to keep Dumbledore from noticing. Our child will be born so strong and if I am reading his signature right, he is a perfect blend. I have hope for BJ. However, if I do not live long enough, my son will have these journals to help him. Tuny might have to wait until my unborn Harper James Seveth Potter is older. James, however, calls him Harry even now though he is horrified that I called him Seveth after Sevvy. Oh! And Tuny is expecting too! Her first child . . . it makes me giddy to think our sons might grow up together.

Lilith Evans-Potter

Dear Delilah,

This will be my last Diary. My death is so very close and when I go, I will leave my son. The protections are set up already and not even Dumbledore can break them. All of my possessions, Delilah included, are being sent to Tuny as soon as I finish this entry in an all but empty Diary. BJ is already packed along with the spells and books to set him free. I hope Harper has a chance of freeing my close friend. James approves of BJ, would you believe it? But . . . my child, my legacy, I am sorry that I leave you so alone. I hope that the picture album your father and I have set up helps you understand how much we love you. I have a feeling Dumbledore will not honor our wishes to aid you and will send you to Vernon Dursley and his dubious protection. Oh, he will say it is to Tuny you go, my angel, but I know better. Petunia is a strong woman, firm, but Vernon has a habit of crushing bits of her with his oppressive light. Do not hate her for needing so much light. She is so dark and I am – or may hap was – so light and we are all to each other. Be wary, my balance, that you are sure of your life mates for you to be complete, you need light and dark. And remember this: Dark is not evil and light is not good.

Love your mother,

Lilith Renee Ann Evans-Potter

Harry stared blurry-eyed at the journals – he refused to call them Diaries – from his mum. Petunia sat beside him, a mentioned Jack-in-the-Box in her hands. "Why now? Why not sooner?"

Petunia gave a shuddering breath, her eyes just as wet as his. "Because, you needed to be old enough to understand why I acted as I did. Vernon is a harsh, rude, mean man. But . . ."

"He is light to your darkness," Harry finished, nodding solemnly. "And I am balanced?"

Petunia hesitated. "Not anymore," she whispered, her hand rising to gently brush his scarred forehead. "That man, Voldemort, he has placed inside you an evil darkness. It brushes against mine, tainting my darkness since your light reflects the darkness back to itself. I don't know what happened, but it is there and disgusting."

Harry shivered. "Is there anything I can do to remove it?" Petunia nodded distinctly, decisive for once. "What?"

"Find your mates, bond to them. They can be male or female, older or younger. Our balance isn't based on anything sexual, but spiritual so that even if your mate is quite young, it means little to the bond." She handed over the small crank box. "This is BJ. From what I heard, he is like Peeves from Hogwarts only so much worse. Once the box is open, he can come and go as he pleases unless you say the spell Beeltejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice. He can and will prevent you from saying it if he can, but he is the best bet for you to find your true mates. He's special like that."

The way she said "special" rose the hackles on his neck. "How special is BJ?"

Petunia smiled softly. "Very. Now, hurry. We must get you out of here. Dudley is going with you. The two of you are on a "camping trip" okay? Diagon Alley will be too known, though, so I hope you don't mind going to France for a week or so. Their alley is called Marché D'or, Golden Market. Go there and get something for yourself."

"What about Vernon?" the teen wondered aloud. Petunia pursed her lips. "He won't be back for another two days. I think that should be long enough for me to find someone . . ." He nodded, glasses slipping down his nose. Petunia scowled at the sight. "And, please, get those glasses fixed or heal your eyes! It can't be that bloody difficult.