Disclaimer: See chapter 1. Kenshin Himura is an anime character that is being acted out by Harry. I don't own him either, but I do have the complete manga set (does that count?)
A/N: Also, the Theme Song from the Monkees has been filked (parodied) but can be found in its original form at:
http:// DOCS/ LYRICS/ THEME.htm
Joy To the World was by Thee dog Night and can be found at: http:// www(dot)threedognight(dot)com/ l(underline)joy.html
Chapter 11: Take the Last Train to Hogwarts
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Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk at Hogwarts contemplating a stack of paperwork as well as the mystery of one young wizard when a dazed-looking red headed young man stepped out of his fireplace floo.
"Albus. I saw Harry today!" Bill Weasley said, a bit wild-eyed. "he was getting his school supplies."
"My boy. Tell me everything you know."
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Sirius sat grinning at Harry as the boy told of his boring shopping trip to Diagon Alley. After displaying his wand, Harry whined, "Why do I need this stoo-pid stick, Uncle Snuffles? I can do things a lot better without it."
The older wizard pulled out his own wand. "I believe your Uncle Cory and I have something that will help you get accustomed to using your wand." Going over to Harry's music case, Sirius tapped it with his wand. "William Tell Overture, full concert, original version."
The sounds of blaring trumpets suddenly filled the room. Harry grinned at his music case, "Sweet! What else does it do?"
"Well, it's been charmed to play any music known. You have to tap it with your wand, give composer or band name, or state 'original music' before title, then you must decide if you want full concert, background accompaniment and singers, with or without original lead singer."
"So if I want to sing a Beatles' song, I just tap my wand to the case and say 'Beatles, Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds, backup' and it'll play the song but I'll be Lennon's part?"
Sirius nodded and grinned. "Right-o! And we also made the case bottomless with featherweight charms so you can pack all your instruments, books and supplies in it almost like a trunk. You'll be able carry it around Hogwarts like a book bag."
"Awesome!" Harry grinned. Just then Uncle Cory walked in. "Harry? I have something for you as well."
Garion winced at being called Harry. He had been Garion even since he could remember. Everyone was calling him Harry now to get him used to his birth name. "Yes Uncle Cory?"
The Fae held up a gold filigree chain necklace with an emerald pendant. "This will help you. Jareth and I have been discussing your growing strength. Before you were Wished Away and in the other time line, you had managed to block most of your gifts. "
Pulling Harry closer as he fastened the necklace around his throat, he continued. "Sirius, Jareth and I have charmed this so that the trapped leftover magic in the Wizarding World won't affect you as it has. It will collect the magic around you until you're able to ground and release it. Also, Gar . . ., Harry, it will shield your magic from prying old coots who will want to test your strength. All that will be seen is the power level of an average 11 year old wizard."
Garion, or rather Harry, rolled his eyes. He was well versed on Dumbledore and his meddling ways. The old wizard meant well but he was slipping. Old age does that to a person. He fingered the emerald pendant before saying, "Won't someone notice the charms on this?"
"Nope," Sirius said. "That's the beauty of it. It's loaded with both Fae and Wizard magic. Wizards will only see it as a normal parental protection charm. Only you and your father can remove it. Now scat, imp! You have to finish packing for the Express."
"Yea, yea. Right!" Harry closed his case with a snap, killing the music. " Pip pip and cheerio! Hi ho Silver! And away!" He smirked giving an English toffing off the cap salute, ducking as he ran out the door.
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Four adults gathered in front of a huge, wide screen television. The only woman of the group was hushing the thee males as she got comfortable on the love seat. Two of the males handed off drinks and popcorn.
"Sh! He's on the train. We don't want to miss this!"
Jareth sat by his lovely wife Sarah and with a wave of his hand, the screen revealed a red haired youth playing a keyboard alone in a train compartment. The youth was quite skilled as his fingers moved on the keys. He was playing a classical piece.
"That can't be Garion! He isn't a red-head!" Sarah shrieked, scattering a hand full of popcorn. "He promised to behave!" Jareth muffled a snicker as he dodged flying popcorn causing Sarah to give him a glare.
Sirius laughed. "That's our Harry. He's dressed as some anime hero he's taken a liking to. Said it fit his mood."
Corey shushed them all before a full scale argument erupted. " Sh, Jareth, turn up the volume!"
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Indeed, on the screen, Harry appeared, wearing a purple dress shirt and white slacks. An angry cross shaped scar marred his left cheek. The keyboard was magically tuned to his music case and music filled the compartment. He knew as soon as his Uncle Cory dropped him off with instructions on how to board the Hogwarts Express that the Fae, Uncle Snuffles and his parents would tune in to watch his performance. Of course, he couldn't disappoint them!
Lost in his music and thoughts, he didn't hear the door slide open and a body slip in. Nor did he hear the polite question being asked. "Hello mate, mind if I join ya?"
Harry looked up and smiled. "Oro? Sorry I was lost in my own world. Sure."
The red headed young man swallowed nervously his eyes going to the red cross-shaped scar. "Wow! How did you manage that?"
Harry rolled his eyes. He knew everyone would be staring at the scar. With people's weird fascination with things out of the norm, he had decided to take it to extremes. Thus the get up. He did wonder if anyone would recognized it for what it was, a disguise.
"Himura, Kenshin Himura and you are?" Harry asked with an innocent look, wide eyed look. "You a wizard too."
Just then, the door opened and a bushy-haired girl stuck her head in. "Has anyone seen a toad? It's Neville's pet, Trevor, and he lost him."
Harry watched with a strange look on his face as she looked around on the floor. A song lyric popped into his head. He just couldn't resist and his fingers hit the cords as he sang:
"Jeremiah was a bull frog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine
Singin'
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls, now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me"
Smirking at their stunned expression when the music finished, he placed the keyboard into his music case. "Hello. No we haven't seen it. Have you tried 'accio Trevor'?" he asked as he pulled out a guitar.
"Bloody Hell, mate. What was that?" asked the red head staring at the music case.
The girl looked up and said in a huff, "Why didn't I think of that." Her eyes widened at the scar. "Where did . . .?" She blushed then said. "I have to go." She slammed the door shut.
Harry checked the tuning of his guitar. "What was what?" he asked, turning his attention back to his captive audience.
The red head said, "Sorry. I'm Ron and that's a bloody awesome case you got. What all you have in it?"
Harry shrugged. "Oh this, that and whatever." He tapped his case and said, "Monkees, Theme Song from the Monkees, backup accompaniment, personalized." When he said pensonalized he meant this was one of his and his brother's filked version of said song. He usually sang lead.
Music erupted from the case as Harry started to sing:
Here we come, walkin'
Down the street.
We get the funniest looks from
Ev'ry one we meet.
Hey, hey, we're the Hooligans
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We go wherever we want to, do what we like to do
We don't have time to get restless,
There's always something new.
Hey, hey, we're the Hooligans
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
I go wherever I want to,
Do what I like to do I don't have time to get restless,
There's always something new.
We're just tryin' to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation,
And we've got something to say.
Any time, Or anywhere,
Just look over your shoulder
Guess who'll be standing there
Hey, hey, we're the Hooligans
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
Hey, hey, we're the Hooligans
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just tryin' to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation,
And we've got something to say.
Hey, hey, we're the Hooligans
Hey, hey, we're the Hooligans
Hey, hey, we're the Hooligans,
You never know where we'll be found.
So you'd better get ready,
We may be comin' to your town.
As the last notes faded, their compartment door slammed open and the bushy-haired girl staggered in. Her face pale and tear streaked. "C. . .can I stay here with you?"