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.

I am so sorry for not updating sooner. There's a lot going on in my life now, but I am trying to make this a priority. Thank you guys so much for the reviews! They make me happy!

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"Magic?" Usopp asked the first question that dominated his mind.

Hermione nodded, "Yes and the school you are in is called Hogwarts. That stick that that person pointed at you must have been a wand, that's what wizards and witches use to channel their magic." At Usopp's doubtful look she added, "I can show you some magic if you'd like."

With that, Hermione drew a 'wand' from a pocket in her robes and stated "Accio." Usopp watched in amazement as a pillow from the couch across the room zoomed toward the girl and landed neatly in her hands. Usopp's mouth stayed open for a few seconds as he tried desperately to think of something to say that wasn't stupid.

He settled for, "Well, it's only as I imagined. This place is very different from my own land. I'm sure I could get the hang of this 'magic' pretty fast."

Ron seemed to seethe at his words and Harry didn't really look happy, but Hermione just smiled. "Yes, well, I'm sure you could Usopp. But, our headmaster didn't really think it prudent to let a student from another world start learning magic right away. You understand don't you? Dumbledore did say that you could stay near Gryffindor Tower, however. We'll help you get settled in."

Usopp nodded. He was almost relieved he wouldn't have to learn something that sounded so powerful, but also disappointed. He was sure that, back on the Going Merry, he wouldn't have been left out if he had known magic. Luffy would think I'm great. He might even let me take out a sea dragon. I could incinerate it before Sanji or Zoro even saw it. He gazed down at the floor, thinking. They won't let me learn magic, but, don't I need a stick, 'wand', he corrected himself, to perform it? If I just go to these classes of theirs I could watch what they do and maybe I could make my own wand without their knowing it. He glanced up at Hermione and asked, a bit pleadingly, "But what am I supposed to do while you are at classes? Can't I just attend them and watch? I won't get in the way. I'm very good at staying out of the way."

Hermione didn't seem surprised. "Dumbledore already thought of that. He said that you could watch, but that you can't have a wand. We also have some classes where wands aren't required. You can participate in those if you like."

Usopp's heart sped up. He smiled, "Thank you."

Hermione seemed about to reply when Ron butted in, "Hey, it's almost time for dinner! Lets go to the Great Hall. Come on Hermione." He sped past Usopp, almost bumping into him in the process, and disappeared through a large door.

When Usopp and the rest came out the door, he was surprised to see that it was actually a huge portrait of a rather rotund woman. What really shocked him though was the fact that the woman was casually chatting to the person in the portrait next to her. Usopp shook his head and walked on. Occasionally, he walked past something, like a suit of armor that stood to attention, or a staircase that started moving when he set foot on it, that made him look around in awe. This place is so strange. Then they reached the Great Hall.

Once Usopp stepped through the door, he forsook all other eating establishments as horribly overrated. He'd never seen anyplace so magnificent. The ceiling was a dark blue with tiny lights, stars, stretching across its length, reflecting the sky outside, and there were four enormous tables lined, side-by-side, along the polished wood floor. Each table held hundreds of cups and plates, all empty. Hermione led Usopp and the others to a table off to the side, and they all sat down. Usopp was just about to ask where the waiters were, when, so fast he had to take a double glance to make sure he wasn't seeing things, their plates filled with all kinds of food.

He couldn't hide his shock. "What? Where did…" He stuttered in surprise.

Harry laughed and remarked, "Isn't it brilliant? Don't worry, the food's real. You'll never go hungry here."

Ron nodded, all animosity seemingly forgotten, "This food's the best I've ever tasted. They make every…"

Someone interrupted him, "Don't let mom hear you say…"

"That. She'll go mental." Two redheads sat down on either side of Ron, both smirking in an identical way. But Usopp noticed that more than their smile's were identical. The two boys were exact copies of each other.

Ron sighed, "This is Fred and George. They're my brothers. Fred, George, this is Usopp. He's, err, not from around here."

The boy apparently named Fred nodded, "Yes, I'm George. If you ever need anything, well, anything you think the school might confiscate, than Fred and I are your guys."

The boy who Usopp had been sure was pointed out as George spoke. "Yeah, we've got all kinds of candy you can give to someone you want to hex. You want…"

Fred, or maybe George finished, "a sample?"

Usopp was about to reach out his hand for the item, but Hermione seemed to have had enough. "Absolutely not! This goes against at least two school rules."

While Hermione was glaring at the boys, Harry and Ron seemed to think the whole thing rather funny. So he mouthed, "Maybe later," and got two large, wicked grins in return.

After eating, which Usopp found to be an interesting experience as most of the food was completely foreign to him; they began walking back to the Gryffindor common room. They had only made it about halfway there, and were in a deserted hallway with very little decoration in it whatsoever, when they were brought to a halt. A cultured, but snide, voice spoke from behind them, "Well, well, well. What have we got here? The famous, parentless Potter, A weasel with no money, a know-it-all Mudblood and oh, we've got a new one Goyle." A rather scrawny boy with light blond hair stepped out from behind a suit of armor, flanked by two huge thugs. Usopp knew he could take the small one, but the thugs might actually give him a run for his money. They were far too large for their age. The boy continued, "What should we call this one Crabbe? Heh, look what he's wearing. Overalls, Honestly. You'd think he wanted to be beat up wouldn't you? And look at that nose! Well, Potter I can certainly see why you picked up another stray. That honker's going to get as much conversation as your ugly scar." The boy sneered.

Harry pulled out his wand, "Stuff it, Malfoy! You want to get another detention?"

Ron flourished his wand as well, "It's four against three Malfoy. Who do you think's going to win?"

The boy, Malfoy, spoke, looking as if he had something very nasty under his nose, "Well, they seem to think highly of your dueling skills, you big schnoz. Where's your wand anyway? Or are you going to fight me with," here he seemed to dissolve into laughter, "with that big beak?"

At that remark, which incensed Usopp to no end, Harry and Ron seemed to have had enough and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" "Furnunculus!"

Harry's spell, which shot out of his wand in a burst of red light, hit Goyle's wand-hand and the wand blasted out to the other side of the room. Ron's though, hit Malfoy straight on and, before Usopp's astonished eyes, thousands of boils sprung up all over the boy's face.

Malfoy didn't wait long to reply in kind, though he aimed his spell at Hermione, who seemed to be trying to stop the fight before it escalated any further. His spell missed when she dashed to the side, but a furious Ron tried to return the favor with a spell of bright, orange light. Usopp decided he'd seen enough. He tried not to draw attention to himself as he drew his trusty slingshot. It was actually rather easy, as spells were flying right and left and nearly hitting everyone. Once he had his weapon out, he quickly loaded a pellet and took aim. All right, wait for the right moment. Not now, not now… Now! He shot, watched as the pellet flew through the air faster than the spells around it, and saw it hit. Yes! Perfect. The pellet hit Malfoy right between the eyes and he dropped, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Complete silence ensued.

"Who hit him?" Ron whispered.

Harry shrugged and Usopp swiftly hid his slingshot in his overalls. It might be better if they don't know I carry weapons around. He looked around at Hermione only to find the girl staring at him, an odd expression twisting her face. Did she… But Usopp never finished the thought.

"What is going on here!?" An older woman, with her hair pulled tightly into a bun at the back of her head, came around the corner, scowling. Harry rubbed the back of his head, smiling with a very innocent, very fake, countenance. "Uh, hello Professor McGonagall…How are you?"

The professor raised an eyebrow. This isn't looking at all good. Usopp decided it was time to run a little rescue mission. "Oh, professor!" He set on his best desperate face, "Thank the sea you're here. Hermione and Harry and Ron and I were all coming back from dinner and we found this boy collapsed on the floor. Isn't that right?" He set his gaze on Goyle. If I know anything of people like that, they won't want to be caught with a sword…wand, out either. Hopefully they'll act like some of the marines we've encountered. He was right. Goyle quickly nodded, with Crabbe following suit. The woman, McGonagall, didn't seem in the least convinced, but she just shook her head.

"You are that new transfer student Dumbledore was talking about I take it?" She gazed hard at Harry, Hermione and Ron. "I trust you're setting a good example?"

Hermione's face glowed red. The woman settled on shaking her head again. "Can you four help me take Mr. Malfoy to the hospital wing? Whatever happened to him was sure to have been painful." The sarcasm couldn't have been more apparent.

"Yes, professor."

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Author's Note: Wow. I know this took a while to get out, but hopefully it isn't all that bad. Next chapter Usopp'll actually get to go to a class. :) Well, feel free to review or critique if you like. Thanks for reading.