Hello, this is the beginning of a five-shot! There's only going to be five chappies, but if I get enough reviews telling me that they want more, then sure, I'll add a sequel. :D Well, I haven't really done any disclaimers for my stories, have I? Okay, here's my disclaimer:

I, Soldier, so not own ANYTHING regarding the DGM or Harry Potter series, other than the plot of this short story.

Better? Okay. Now, on to my master piece! *cackles* I'm brilliant, brilliant! Jk. But seriously.

Chapter One: Into the Past (Sounds ominous, hm?)

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"Hermione, hurry!" Ron yelled over the blasts of spells. Everything was in chaos around them, the tents falling to flames, people running around, screaming their heads off, blasts of light followed by shouts sending the innocent people to Hell and back. It was a horrible sight. If some normal pedestrian walked by, they would think they stumbled upon a war battlefield. They wouldn't be too far off from the truth. "We need to get out of here!"

"Harry, grab my hand, quick!" Hermione yelled, already grabbing Ron's. Right when Harry's hand touched hers, she spun and apparated out of there.

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"Nngh…" Harry groaned, sitting up. "Where are we?"

When he heard no answer, his eyes flew open. He was lying down on a cobble stone pathway, old but new looking buildings surrounding them.

"Guys?"

He looked around and spotted Ron lying on an empty stand, unconscious. He looked around some more, concern and confusion twisting his face. Just when he was getting really worried, he spotted Hermione sitting up, groaning as she rubbed the back of her head by another empty stand. "'Mione?" Harry asked standing and grimacing when his back complained.

Her face became relieved when she spotted him and Ron a few feet away. Then her face became etched in confusion as she looked around her. "If I didn't know any better, we would be in medieval times," she stated. She got up and made her way over to Ron, lightly patting his cheek. "Ron? Ron. Wake up, Ronald!"

Ron's eyes snapped open, unfocused. When he saw it was just Hermione, he relaxed. "Where are we?" he asked when he became aware of his surroundings.

"We don't know," Harry answered for both of them. "'Mione, what was going through your head when you apparated us out of there?"

"I don't know. I wasn't really thinking of anything. I just wanted us to get out of there."

"Guys, where do you think here is?" Ron asked, standing.

"I… Don't know…" Hermione's face was twisted in confusion as she stared around them. Harry was concerned. When Hermione didn't know anything, then it was most likely nobody knew anything.

Suddenly, a crash was heard, followed by maniacal laughter. Ron groaned. "Great 'Mione. You got us out of one war, but got us into another."

Hermione scowled at him in annoyance, huffed, and turned away to face the noise. Suddenly, several screamed rang out and reverberated across the streets. Then explosions, ranging from large to small, shot up all around the Trio.

"Ha, you can't hide from me! I'll get you all, get you all!" they heard. The voice was childlike, but filled with malice and amusement. "Run, run, as fast as you can! You can't hide, because I'm an akuma! Ha ha ha ha!"

The three looked at each other in alarm, and right before Harry pulled out his wand, a screech came from the creature. "Exocists!"

Harry looked at Hermione in question, but she just shrugged, saying she didn't know. Abruptly, the thing in question turned the corner, making the Trio gasp in shock.

The thing was huge! It looked like a giant doll with a big, malicious smile as it looked down on the screaming people. On its forehead was what looked like a masquerade mask, black ink running down from the eyes like tears being shed from a tortured soul.

Harry pulled out his wand, about to cast an 'expulso' spell, but before he could get a single syllable out, the thing exploded with a loud screech. Walking away from the explosion and towards the Trio was a stoic looking man, with Asian features. His black hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and even then it went down to his middle back. The bangs were covering his eyes, casting his face in shadow.

The man pulled back his sword, much to the chagrin of the Trio. It looked like the man was going to attack them. Harry stepped forward in front of his friends and shot off a 'reducto' spell, sending the Asian man back a few feet, landing on his back.

"What the fuck?" he heard. "What the fuck was that for!"

Then behind them, Harry heard the same maniacal laughter as before, but this time, it was close. Harry turned, along with Hermione and Ron, and stared at the monster before them. It looked almost the same as the other one, but this one had a long sword for a hand.

"Oops," Harry muttered under his breath.

"Oops is right," Ron agreed, backing up slightly.

But before anything else happened, a streak of black and silver jumped over them. A clash was heard, and the streak paused enough for the Trio to see what was happening. Hermione gasped at what she saw, while Ron and Harry gaped at the long haired Asian man.

The man was holding off the attack with only his sword and brute strength. How was he doing it? Then the man moved with inhuman speed, a dark blur moving upwards. There was a slicing sound, and the blur stopped on top of the head of the monster, his sword embedded in it.

They watched as the man pulled out his sword roughly and did a back flip off the thing's head, landing with a soft thud before them while the thing exploded like the other one.

The man turned towards them, a scowl on his handsome face as he stared down at them, Harry in particular. Finally, the man spoke, "What the hell are you lot wearing?"

They looked down to see themselves in their muggle clothing. They looked back up in confusion. "What's wrong with what we're wearing?" Ron asked angrily.

"Well, the girl is wearing guy clothes. And what the hell kind of shirts are those? And you're lucky I can't kill humans, otherwise, you, stupid, would be dead."

Harry gulped, looking down to avoid the angry man's gaze. "Why the hell did you fucking attack me?"
Hermione gasped. "You're language is just vulgar! Why do you have to talk to us like that?"

The man turned his glare to her, opening his mouth to retort. But before he could say anything, a shape landed in front of them. They didn't even see the man move. They stared as the man held his sword to a young girl's throat, her eyes wide.

"Oh, it's you," the man huffed, pulling his sword back and sheathing it on his back. "What do you want?"

The girl's features turned from surprise and anger to concern and sorrow. "Allen's hurt," were the only words that left her mouth.

The man froze, his skin paling. He knew that Lenalee wouldn't come to him if it was just a simple wound, something that would heal in a couple of weeks at the most. "How bad?" he asked, his voice leaving behind all hostility and focusing on the worry.

Harry was amazed. He didn't think the man cared for anyone with the way he was acting. But it seemed that the man truly cared for this 'Allen' person.

"He got shot with an akuma bullet. His Innocence cleansed him, but the wound is right beside his heart. Kanda, I-I think he's dying." With that the girl started crying, flinging herself onto the frozen man.

"Are they dating?" Ron asked Harry, so quietly that only he could hear. He shrugged in response.

"Where is he?" the man, Kanda, Harry assumed, asked the girl.

"He's a few kilometers south from the inn we're staying at. Oh hurry, Kanda! You're the only one that can save him!" the girl cried out desperately, still clinging to the Asian man.

"You stay here and keep an eye on these three. Take them back to the Order. I'll handle Allen," the man said, detaching himself from the mourning girl.

She nodded and sniffed, watching with tear filled eyes as her comrade hurried to his lover. Wiping her eyes, she cast a watery smile to the Golden Trio.

"H-hi," she said, her voice now hoarse and stuffy from tears. "I'm sorry about that."

"Oh, it's fine!" Hermione rushed ahead to reassure. "If my friend was dying, I'd be the same way."

As she said this, the girl's eyes filled with tears again. Wanting to get her mind off of her friend, Harry said, "Hi, my name's Harry. Harry Potter. It's nice to meet someone who doesn't want to rip my head off."

The girl's tears dried slightly as she laughed weakly. "I'm sorry about him. I don't really know why he's like that. But I guess it has something to do with not being entirely human. The only one who really understands him is Allen." Her eyes filled up again. "Oh Allen…"

"My name is Hermione, what's your name?" 'Mione asked, effectively pulling her mind off of this 'Allen'.

"Oh, forgive me, where are my manners? I'm Lenalee Lee. It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you know why Kanda wants me to keep an eye on you?"

"Um, I kinda, sorta, maybe attacked him?" Harry let out in an indigent squeak. Lenalee's eyes widened.

"You attacked him? Why would you do that? How did you live?"

"Well I thought he was going to attack us first! He killed that one monster, so I didn't think he would have any doubts about killing us!" Harry hurried to defend himself. "And he said something like 'you're lucky I can't hurt human's' or something like that."

Suddenly, the girl burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she fell to the ground on her knees. When her laughter died down, she sat there, gasping for breath. "I'm sorry. It's just that, you attacked Kanda! Kanda of all people! HA!"

Harry huffed in defense. "It's not my fault he looked like a crazy maniac on steroids."

"What are steroids?" the girl asked suddenly.

"You don't know what steroids are? I'm a wizard and even I know what steroids are!" Ron said, his eyes wide.

"A wizard? And by the way, what are you guys wearing? And why are you wearing guy clothes?"

"What? I'm not wearing guy clothes!" Hermione said in annoyance. That was the second time someone said that.

"Those sure look like trousers to me."

"Trousers?" Ron asked. "You mean 'pants'?"

"Pants? Where are you guys from? I'm starting to think Kanda was right on keeping an eye on you."

"Hold on, what year is this?" Hermione asked suddenly, a new light coming into her eyes. Harry looked at her in confusion, as well as the older girl.

"It's 1880, just like it was all year," she answered. 'Mione gasped.

"What?" Ron asked nervously, his eyes flicking everywhere incase there were more monsters.

"Guys, I think we somehow traveled into the past."

"Ya think?" Harry asked, just as shocked from Lenalee's answer as she was.

"What do you mean, you traveled to the past? What's going on? If this is a joke, it's not funny," Lenalee said angrily.

"Miss Lenalee, I'm sorry. But, we're from the year of 1996," Hermione answered her.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"That would explain why you think we look weird. This is perfectly normal in our time," Hermione went on, ignoring her.

"Wait a minute. What you're saying is true? You're really from the future? My God! I need to get you to my brother pronto!"

"Wait—" Harry started, but got cut off by Lenalee grabbing him by the arm.

"Hold onto me," she said. When the others grabbed a hold of her, she said, "Innocence, activate. Level Two, commence!" And with that, the foursome were flying through the air, Harry with glee and Ron and Hermione with yells and screams.

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SO, my readers. How was that? I think I did okay, no? I want your opinions and suggestions and ideas and all that jazz. So, R&R?