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.

Sorry about not updating in a while. This is a priority and so I will finish it, but it might take a while. Anyway, again, I hope this doesn't come out too late for everyone. Also, thanks again for the reviews! They're fun to read. Well, on to the story.

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After the fiasco of "Mad-Eye" Moody's class, Usopp made the decision to not be in attendance at any of the other teachers' classes. So, the rest of the day went by with him wandering random hallways and corridors, and jumping at the sight of every ghost he laid eyes on. Dinner came and went and afterward, there being nothing better to do, Usopp decided to follow Harry, Ron and Hermione back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry was still a bit pale and distracted, but not nearly as bad as at the beginning of the day. Usopp followed them all to a large table in the corner of the room and watched as they all took out pieces of rolled of paper, which Hermione, at his inquiring look, called parchment.

Ron heaved a huge, dramatic sigh. "Looks like we need to get started on ol' Trelawney's predictions. Anybody know what happens when Venus and Saturn come into alignment?"

Harry sniggered, "You mean besides that old bat giving out stupid assignments?"

An annoyed look crossed Hermione's face; "Our dear Professor wouldn't know how to divine her way out of a paper bag. The whole subject is rubbish. I don't see why they even have it on the curriculum."

Ron's eyes seemed to light up, "Hermione you're not writing anything. You're already done aren't you? Would you mind help-"

Hermione cut him off, "Absolutely not. You'll never learn if-"

Ron then did something both incredibly dangerous and stupid, in Usopp's opinion, and interrupted Hermione. "Fine, then we'll just make it up."

Hermione's face practically steamed. She sputtered for a few seconds before she calmed and stated, "Fine, that shouldn't take long, and after that you can help me with S.P.E.W." She left a small badge on the table and left to sit in another corner of the room.

Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Usopp asked, "What's an S.P.E.W.?"

His face a slight shade of scarlet, Ron answered, "It stands for Society for the… the…err-"

Harry finished, "The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. She's really serious about it. My advice is to do whatever she asks."

Usopp nodded. No kidding. "Do you want any help making up predictions? I don't mean to brag, but I'm really good at that sort of thing."

Grin widening, Ron stated, "Sure."

For the next hour and a half Usopp, Ron and Harry invented predictions for Divination Class, which Usopp soon found was rather like creating a cover story, something he often had to do back home. At first the predictions started out believable, encompassing the realm of slight illnesses and things like spilling ink or eating a large piece of cake, but, after a half hour, the prophecies started to go a little off the beaten path.

"Hey, what if you say that you'll face a near-death experience in the future involving a magical restaurant and flying pots and pans?"

"Oh, I got one! What about this? I will face an immense trial of wills and in the process almost die, only to be saved by a beautiful woman, because of the alignment of Neptune."

"What if one of us is injured by a rampaging hippogriff?"

"What's a hippog-?"

"Nah, I've got something too similar already."

"Oh."

"Hmm, what if the both of you are involved in a magical conspiracy and the king himself, or whatever you have here, asks you to keep quiet?"

Both Harry and Ron grinned at Usopp's suggestion. Ron spoke, "Where do you get your ideas Usopp? You haven't run out yet."

"That's a secret The Great Ca… The Great Usopp will never divulge!" Usopp almost groaned aloud. That was close. I can't have them knowing I'm part of a pirate crew. Thankfully no one seemed to have caught his slip.

Later that night, after Harry and Ron's homework was finished and Hermione had forced Usopp to sign his soul away to the S.P.E.W. campaign, Usopp began to leave for his own dormitory. As he was just stepping through the portrait hole, though, he noticed Harry's owl, he thought it was named Hedwig, perched on the windowsill holding a letter. He noticed that all three students looked incredibly excited. Then, Hermione hesitated and glanced back in his direction, as if she wasn't sure she wanted him to see what was in the letter. She recovered quickly though, and waved at him while the others said goodnight. Usopp realized he was being politely dismissed, and left. After all, it's not as if they know me all that well. They're probably just being cautious… So why does it feel like I'm still back on the ship, with everyone else privileged to take on a sea dragon while I'm left out?

The dormitory Usopp had been given was nice. The walls were painted a soothing sea blue while the floors were wood. Scattered around the space were several dark dressers and tables and, in the middle of the room, backed up against the wall, was an enormous bed. Customized as he was to sleeping in a hammock, Usopp felt that the bed was the absolute best thing about the room. It was so comfortable that he'd almost slept in the first morning he'd woken up in the castle. Usopp fell asleep quickly, but unlike the night before his dreams were far from peaceful.

Rubbing his head in confusion, Usopp looked around to find himself in a strange place. He seemed to be outside on the castle grounds, facing a large lake and standing in a forest of faceless students. Everyone's head was turned in the direction of the sky above. As Usopp gazed at the spot he was startled to see a carriage, a carriage pulled by enormous flying horses, descending towards the grounds. Usopp gasped, but as he stepped back in fear he felt his shoe land, not on soft earth, but on hard, unforgiving stone. He was no longer outside of the castle. Faceless students once again surrounded him, but this time he was sitting on some kind of stand in the Great Hall. In front of his eyes some kind of cup or goblet was seated. Everyone's attention now seemed to be focused on it. The goblet spewed names out of it and Usopp noticed that everyone seemed to be intently focused on which names were called. The cup looked about to shoot forth a fourth name, so far there had only been three, when a face took shape on the item. Grotesque was the only word Usopp knew that fit the face that had taken shape upon the goblet. The eyes of the face were red and slit, like a cat's or a snake's, and the whole countenance was filmy and pale. Usopp shivered and stood rooted to the spot in a kind of terror he hadn't felt in a long time. The face was unforgiving and utterly devoid of humanity, and all Usopp knew was that he didn't want that face to spot him.

He woke up to the sound of knocking, and heard Hermione's voice on the other side of the door. What a weird nightmare…

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One full week had passed since Usopp had arrived at the castle and he still wasn't used to the place. He hadn't stopped jumping every time a ghost flew through a wall or gasping when doors opened where they shouldn't. Apparently he was in for a new surprise too, as Hermione had excitedly called him down to the Gryffindor Common Room to tell him something. He arrived to see Hermione, Harry and Ron pulling on scarves. They gestured for him to follow and Harry began by explaining, "In the beginning of the school year Dumbledore announced that, this year, Hogwarts is hosting a tournament. It's called the Triwizard Tournament and-"

Ron interrupted, "It's going to be the most bloody brilliant thing we've ever seen! Apparently they've tried to host it before, but too many people died."

"Died?" Usopp stopped, or tried to, but then found himself stumbling down the last three steps in the staircase. He made a mental note to make sure he wasn't mid-step on a flight of stairs the next time he tried that.

"Yes," Hermione stated, helping him back to his feet, "Professor Dumbledore and two other schools have decided to try hosting the tournament again. Don't worry though, I'm sure they wouldn't make it as dangerous as they did the last time students' competed."

"What is it about?"

Harry shrugged, "All we know is that three schools are going to compete against each other to win the cup. The reason we're telling you this now though, is because both of the other schools are arriving today. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang I think the sign said…"

By this time the four of them were already outside. It was nearing dusk and the moon seemed thin and transparent against the sky. Usopp grinned in anticipation as Professor McGonagall lined up the students according to year.

Ron turned to Harry, "How d'you reckon they're coming? The train?"

"I doubt it," Hermione spoke. She crossed her arms and glanced around. Harry then suggested broomsticks. Usopp was tempted to snigger at this, but after glancing at Harry's face he decided that maybe the suggestion wasn't a joke. Just then, they heard a shout and saw one of the older students pointing over the forest. Usopp turned to look, felt an icy chill run down his back.

He saw a sea of faceless students all gazing up at the sky. What is this? This is just like… But then he heard yells of "It's a dragon," and "a flying house," and glanced up himself to witness what was possibly the largest carriage he'd ever seen. With his sharp eyes Usopp could see that the coach was a brilliant light blue, and pulled by several monstrous, winged palomino horses. Awestruck, he watched the carriage skim over the treetops and descend, gracefully, to the castle grounds.

The students around Usopp all stood, hushed, and watched as the carriage door was opened. Someone, a large someone, stated to step out. When the person stood up, Usopp immediately realized the need for the mammoth horses. The woman who came out of the carriage was just as large as the man named Hagrid Usopp had met when he walked out of the forest. Just how many giants does this world have?

A few people around him gasped and Usopp had the happy revelation that he wasn't the only one surprised. Then, the Headmaster Dumbledore began to clap. Soon, the rest of the school joined in and the giant woman's face, which had been folded into an apprehensive frown, relaxed. She approached Dumbledore, who actually bent to kiss her hand, though, needless to say, he didn't have to bend very much. "My dear Madame Maxine," he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-dorr," Madame Maxine spoke. Usopp gulped, even the name sounds intimidating. "I 'ope I find you well?"

"In excellent form, thank you."

Usopp tuned out the rest of the conversation and nudged Hermione to look at the students standing in Madame Maxine's huge shadow. Hermione immediately looked intrigued. "They aren't wearing cloaks and their robes are awfully thin. I bet they come from someplace far warmer than here. Hmm… They don't seem to be very happy to be here either…"

Usopp shrugged, "Someone should have warned them of the climate change. I bet they'll get used to it. In any case they'll be warm soon enough. Now, if they had to travel to some of the places I've been then I'd feel sorry for them. I once landed on this island that was so cold it snowed all year round. When you walked outside icicles would freeze your eyes open and so everyone walked around without blinking-"

His monologue was abruptly shut down. "Oh Usopp, it looks like they're going inside," Hermione stated, "I wonder where the Durmstrang students will come from…"

Someone asked aloud how large Durmstrang's horses would be, and even Harry had to laugh. "If they're any bigger than this lot, even Hagrid won't be able to handle them."

Then someone shouted, "The lake! Look at the lake!"

The level of the lake seemed to be rising and giant bubbles were exploding on the surface of the black water. All at once, an enormous whirlpool generated in the middle of the lake. And then, slowly so that at first Usopp thought he might be imagining it, something tall and thin, something Usopp could recognize even in his sleep, rose out of the water. Harry shouted, "It's a mast!"

A ship. Usopp stared. A thick feeling of nausea roiled up in his stomach and it took him a full minute to realize that this was the first time he'd seen a ship in this strange world. It reminded him, forcefully, of the reason he called the Going Merry home. Usopp felt himself gazing at the ship so hard that he was almost surprised when people stepped out of it. For a split second he had the insane urge to call out to his crewmates. Then, the illusion was shattered. The ship was nothing like the Going Merry. The ship moored in the lake was almost skeletal, with dim, ghostly lights hanging in the portholes. Unlike his ship, this one seemed to be devoid of life. Also, the people walking down from the gangplank were about as different from his crewmates as hide tide from low. They were all following obediently behind some older man with sleek, silver hair, and they were dressed from head to toe in matted fur. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, hell even Nami, would never consent to be paraded around like a flock of geese. Luffy, at least, would have already made a grand entrance. For some reason, the thought made him feel better. Though it might be a good thing for Luffy and Zoro to learn to dress warmer in the snow. They almost froze last time…

Usopp was so lost in thoughts of his nakama that he almost didn't notice the strange way Hermione was looking at him. He tuned into the conversation that seemed to have started between Ron and Harry about someone named Krum, Ron badly wanted an autograph, and tried to ignore Hermione's prying eyes.

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Author's Note: Phew, this is finally done. I can't believe this took me so long. Ah, who cares. It was fun writing it. :) Well, feel free to revew or critique if you like. Thank you so much for, once again, being patient and reading this.