A Mugiwara Goes to Hogwarts

By: WhiteFang72

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or Harry Potter or any of the related characters. Also, this story takes place right after Skypiea in the One Piece universe and during the fourth book in the Harry Potter one.

Thank you so much for the reviews! I didn't think I'd get any. Well, I'll try to keep it interesting. And don't worry; I won't leave the rest of the Strawhat's completely out of it.

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Usopp followed the strange horse-creature for a few minutes before, through a part in the trees, he saw an enormous stone wall. At least, he thought it was a wall until he reached the edge of the forest; then, he found his mouth falling open a little. A couple hundred feet in front of him stood a massive gray castle, turrets towering above the ground. Despite the imposing look of the place, the horse-creature beside him didn't seem worried.

It gestured, with a callused hand, towards the castle, "Hogwarts is where you will most likely find your answer. Good luck to you far-traveler."

Usopp smiled, "Thanks. By the way what's…" He turned to find the space beside him deserted. Your name, he finished silently. Ah well. Usopp walked into the clearing in front of him and took in his surroundings. In front, of course, was the castle, but to the sides there seemed to be almost endless grassy space, unbroken by only a few things. One was a rather large hut, situated close to the forest, another a lake, though this seemed small in comparison to East Blue and the Grand Line back home, and the last was an enormous tree, unremarkable except for its waving branches, which seemed to be moving far more than the slight wind permitted. Usopp was just deciding on whether or not to risk entering the castle when he heard a gasp.

Three people seemed to have just emerged from the hut beside the forest. They all seemed to be wearing robes like the person in the alleyway, and one with red hair was pointing at him. Usopp told himself to stand still. The people in robes were just kids', and as such should be able to be handled easily, as long as they weren't the Luffy brand of kids. As they moved closer he could make out more detail. There were two boys and one girl. The girl had a full head of bushy, brown hair, and a rather knowing face, while one of the boy's was redheaded, with hair as bright red as Nami's was orange. The boy also had a stream of freckles crossing his face. The other boy was shorter than the redhead, with messy, black hair. Part of that hair seemed to be covering a small scar, though nothing as impressive as Zoro's scars.

The girl spoke first. "Hello, there. You don't attend this school do you? I don't recognize you," she paused, "My name's Hermione, and this is Ron and Harry."

"I'm Usopp." He saw them all glance at each other, "I'm…not from around here. Is this really a school?"

At his question the girl named Hermione seemed startled and the boy with black hair, Harry, Usopp remembered, cast a suspicious look at him. He tensed.

"You don't know what this place is?" Hermione adopted a guarded expression. The red haired boy, Ron, folded his arms across his chest.

Usopp wondered what he'd said wrong. Then he realized the girl was insinuating that he shouldn't be here. That for some reason the school was not open to outsiders. A Marine academy? They certainly don't dress like marines. The place looked too big for a sword dojo or any other place teachers would want to keep their teachings private. Then, Usopp's addled brain came up with the one thing that made sense. Nuns. The school must be a religious establishment. The robes, anyway, seemed to confirm his guess.

He gave a formal bow, "I'm very sorry to interrupt your teachings, but I'm afraid," here he puffed himself up, "that I've got to talk to whoever's in charge. It's extremely important."

Hermione looked as if she was about to speak, but before she could the door of the hut slammed open and a person walked outside. The person wouldn't have caught Usopp's attention if not for the fact that he was huge. Usopp had seen giants before and wondered briefly if this new person might be somehow related to the race. The closer the person got, the more Usopp lost the battle with his quaking knees.

The small giant spoke, "Whatcha' got there Harry, Hermione? Yeh left," he fell silent as he noticed Usopp, "Well who are you?"

Hermione answered. "His name is Usopp," she struggled over the pronunciation, "He doesn't go here but says he needs to see the Headmaster. Should we take him Hagrid?" This question she directed at the large man.

The man, Hagrid's, beetle-like eyes narrowed, "Ron, 'ould you go up an' get McGonagall? Dumbledore if yeh can?"

The boy named Ron nodded and tore off across the grounds to the castle. A few minutes of silence reigned while Usopp tried to remember any place he'd ever heard of that looked remotely like the surrounding landscape. He was carefully not staring at the large man named Hagrid. The giants he met, back on Little Garden, were honorable but that didn't mean all large people were. This Hagrid looked like he could snap Usopp like a very frail, but brave and courageous, twig.

Then he noticed the others gazing back towards the castle and saw someone hurrying back with Ron. The someone, as Usopp could tell when the man came closer, was a very old man with a beard that fell to his feet and an age-lined face with odd glasses sitting on his crooked nose. Usopp had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. The man had robes similar to the three students, except that the old man's robes had stars and moons sewn onto it in intricate patterns.

"This is our visitor?" The old man spoke, taking in Usopp's appearance with apparent curiosity. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. You have business here?"

Usopp nodded. "I, well…I'm a long way from home. I need to find my way back and the horse-creatures in the forest said that the people here might be able to help me." He stopped for a second. "I'm very important and they need me back home," though doubt flickered briefly on his features, "If you can help I'll…I'll, repay you with riches beyond what you've ever imagined." There. That ought to get them thinking. Though Usopp doubted that a few gold coins, the only thing besides his weapons he had on him, could be interpreted as riches.

From what Usopp could read on the old man's face the man, Dumbledore, didn't seem impressed. He seemed amused. Damn.

"Well," he chuckled, "I don't think you will need to go quite so far, especially as we don't, as yet, know where you come from. However, I am willing to help as long as you agree to certain err…terms. I wish it were otherwise, but I'm afraid our school is under obligation to question intruders, and travelers. Would you object very much to taking a truth potion? It is only a precaution I assure you. You are welcome to say no, of course, but upon saying it you will not be allowed back inside this school's grounds."

Usopp blinked. Then blinked again. Truth potion? What do these people think they are? Witches? Mentally, he shook his head. He hadn't yet seen anything that could make people tell the truth if they didn't want to. He shuddered. Never being able to tell a lie again… No, he decided. This potion's not real; and this place holds the only hope of my finding my nakama again. If they even want me to find them that is. Taking a deep breath, he turned toward Dumbledore. "Okay, I'll take it."

The old man smiled and took a small vial out of his robes. "We will have to do this out here I'm afraid."

Usopp took the vial, rather hesitantly, and sipped it. Immediately he felt a change. He felt calm, relaxed and a little drowsy. The old man asked him if he could hear him, and then, when Usopp answered yes, asked how he came to be at their school. Usopp began to answer without thinking, his voice monotonous. "My friends and I landed on an island in the Grand Line. We thought the people there were nice. They welcomed us. We all separated to buy supplies for the ship, but when I left the others I found myself cornered by a man in robes. He pointed a stick at me, said something weird. The next thing I knew was that I was in a forest. A horse-creature showed me the way to this school after I scared away something called a 'werewolf.'"

Another question was asked. "Where do you come from?"

Usopp frowned vaguely; "Syrup Village in East Blue, but I have traveled the Grand Line for a while now."

"Do you know what England is?"

"No."

"Can people where you come from use magic? Do you use it?"

"Some people say they can use real magic, but I think it's mostly trickery. No, I am no magician or," a look of slight disbelief crossed Usopp's face, "witch."

"Alright. For now I think that's enough…"

What could have been a few seconds later, though Usopp wasn't sure, the calmness left him and Usopp felt alert, and definitely unnerved. His eyes widened as he realized just what it was he had said. He'd sung like the proverbial bird. Somehow, during the questioning, he'd ended up on his knees and now he shuffled back from the robed people in fear. He noticed that Dumbledore and Hermione tried to be comforting, shooting him gentle looks and smiles of encouragement, while Harry and Ron just seemed puzzled. The man named Hagrid was staring at Usopp as if he was some interesting specimen at the zoo.

"So," the boy named Harry started, "Do we help him?"

Dumbledore nodded. "He is no muggle, for all his lack of knowledge of wizards, but perhaps where he comes from magic is not taught like it is here. Yes, I think he can stay for a while while I and the other teachers look up this 'Grand Line.'"

Usopp wasn't at all sure that he wanted to go anywhere with these people now, but the girl, Hermione, was tugging at his arm in an excited manner and leading him up to the castle. He barely heard Dumbledore telling Harry that Usopp could stay near Gryffindor tower, whatever that was, and that he was to be considered a guest for the time being.

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Usopp only really started taking in his surroundings when he arrived at the tower and was told that he could spend some time with Hermione, Ron and Harry to help him settle him. The tower, he found, was magnificent. Rich, brocaded drapes hung from the windows and every piece of furniture seemed to feature brilliant colors of red and gold. The couches were soft, far more comfortable than Usopp's hammock on the Going Merry, and several more students were glancing curiously at him from a table several feet away. They all wore robes. For the first time ever Usopp was starting to feel self-conscious in his overalls.

"What is this place?" He couldn't keep the awe out of his voice.

Hermione, after looking from Ron to Harry, took the lead. "This is Hogwarts. It's a school for, well, witches and wizards. I know it is a bit hard to believe, it was for me at first as well, but we practice magic here."

Usopp stared at her. This place was revealing itself to be stranger than the Grand Line.

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Author's Note: Whew! Finally finished the second chapter. I was going to add more action to this part but by the time I finished writing I realized I'd written a lot. Well, for me anyway. Anyhow, feel free to review, and even critique, if you like and thank you so much for reading.