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.

Hello again! It's been brought to my attention that I messed up a bit in my story when I wrote about Neville's past. I decided not to fix it since it was only about one line and the line itself wasn't really revealing. Thank you Silverchild of the winds for pointing it out. :) I'll try not to mess up in future. If I mess up on something really big I will fix it though. Well, thank you guys so much for the reviews and critique!

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A few days after his first potions class Usopp entered the Great Hall to find the entire student population buzzing with talk. Fred, or possibly George, accosted him; "They're picking the winners from the Goblet of Fire! I bet it'll be Angelina."

Hermione seemed to agree, her nose was scrunched up with impatience and she kept picking up her fork only to put it back down without eating.

"This is so exciting!" She breathed.

Ron, for once, wasn't focused on his food either. Usopp noticed he was sneaking covert glances at Hermione's face and fidgeting. Just when everyone in the Great Hall was becoming their most impatient, and consequently, louder, Professor Dumbledore stood up. With a simple wave of his hand he converted the long tables the students sat upon to two stands lining both sides of the Hall.

"The Goblet is almost ready to decide the contestants. Once a contender is decided I ask that person to come to the top of the Hall and into the adjoining chamber. When all three contestants are ready they will receive the instructions for the first challenge-" He cut himself off, "Ah! I'd say that the Goblet is now ready."

Usopp, and everyone else in the room, turned toward the chalice that had been set in front of the Hall. The Goblet seemed to give a slight shudder and a violent flare of reddish fire lit the area. The light threw, in stark relief, the charred paper that burst up over of the Goblet's rim. The Headmaster deftly caught it.

"Durmstrang's champion will be Viktor Krum." He stated.

The Hall erupted in a bout of raucous cheering. Beside Usopp, Ron shouted something along the lines of the result not being a surprise. He then elbowed Hermione and whispered, "Krum made it! Can you believe it?"

Hermione just sighed and rubbed her arm. The whole room hushed again. The cup shot forth some more crimson fire and another piece of paper.

"Beauxbatons' champion is," he paused, "Fleur Delacour."

The Great Hall was filled with loud cheering once again, the only difference being that most of the Beauxbatons' students were indulging in fits of jealous tears. Usopp gazed toward the chalice once more, scuffing his foot against the cold, stone flooring. An odd feeling pervaded his senses and he nervously glanced around for the source. He came up with nothing. The Goblet flashed red once more.

"The winner from Hogwarts," here there was a long pause, "is… Cedric Diggory."

No individual voice in the room could be heard for the cacophony of cheers, screeches and yells that invaded the space. It almost seemed as if a bomb had gone off at the Hufflepuff table, there was so much noise.

It took a while for the uproar to clear away. It took even longer for a boy in a yellow scarf, Diggory presumably, to make his way out from the sea of congratulatory handshakes to the room beyond the Great Hall. When all the noise died down Professor Dumbledore attempted to speak again. He began to talk, asking the students of the various schools to cheer on their champion, but something distracted him.

Usopp soon saw what. The cup was glowing red again. I thought there were only supposed to be three… Another charred paper flew out, fluttering slightly in the air before the Headmaster caught it.

In a second Usopp was, at once, somewhere else and in the exact same spot. A row of stands. Nervous, confused faces. A definite feeling of foreboding, different from his usual, causal fear, arose. Something's going to happen. I have a feeling no one's going to enjoy it. Usopp suddenly knew what had been bothering him earlier. This is exactly like that dream I had… He shuddered, held his breath as if thirty feet underwater.

A long pause.

"…Harry Potter."

Usopp's head snapped toward Harry's. Surely he wouldn't- The look on Harry's face told him quite a bit. It was blank, stunned like a deer caught within a hunter's sights.

The boy blurted, "I didn't put my name in. You guys' know I didn't…" An almost plaintive note had crept into his words, but neither Ron nor Hermione said anything.

The Headmaster called out to Usopp's newfound friend and Usopp became aware of the whispers erupting around the Hall. Some of the voices were faint, afraid of being heard, but others were just barely concealed, haughty anger in their tones. Together all of the voices seemed to create a buzzing sound. It was definitely unpleasant. Poor Harry looked almost too scared to move and Usopp noticed that, when his newfound friend made to get up from the stand, everyone's eyes tracked him.

As soon as Harry left, the whole room went silent, and stayed that way. There was a general aura of malicious anger everywhere except the Gryffindor section of the Hall. Usopp realized that most of the faces surrounding him were rather pleased. Most Gryffindors' were just trying very hard to hide the happiness until it could be let out in a less dangerous area. The Headmaster turned toward the students still seated.

"It is past time you all went to bed, I think," the man's face was stoic. Only a hint of perplexity lingered behind the half-moon glasses. "Go on."

The Gryffindor students slowly followed their prefects out the wooden doors and into the hallway. Hermione and Ron wandered near the back and, for the first time, Usopp snatched a good look at their faces. Ron's was crimson, redder than his hair, and so suffused with some emotion, anger probably, that none of his freckles were visible. Hermione's face hadn't changed color, but she seemed very close to chewing her bottom lip off. Ron spoke first.

"Well, isn't this just the icing on the cake? Harry put his name in the stinking Goblet without telling us! Can you believe…?" He trailed off for a minute as if trying to organize his emotions in a less volatile manner, "Can you, can you believe him!? He could've at least let us in on it!"

Hermione put a hand to the boy's shoulder, "Ron, you can't seriously think Harry would do this-"

"Oh, I can think it all right! I'm going to bed, goodnight 'Mione, 'Sopp!"

Having said the last word, Ron stomped off toward the Gryffindor dormitory, shooting a seething look back at the Great Hall as he went. Hermione heaved a breath of a sigh.

She muttered, "He'd at least never do it without telling us…"

Hermione stood a few moments, contemplation clear on her face, and then turned toward Usopp. She shifted her eyes to look straight into his. Her voice held a searching quality to it.

"Usopp, do you have any idea who could have wanted Harry to enter the tournament?"

"No," Usopp's nose, some of it anyway, crinkled in thought, "I'm fairly sure I haven't seen anyone who seemed like they'd do that."

Hermione paused. "Oh. Well, I was just thinking that since you're new here, since you don't have actual ties to any particular house, you might have seen someone acting oddly. Maybe someone we might overlook, because of preconceptions against other groups of students." She searched his eyes, but didn't give him time to answer. "I was also wondering if, perhaps, you could help me with something."

Usopp almost answered yes, but something in the girl's tone told him to be wary. "I… suppose I could try."

She nodded. She obviously expected nothing more. "I was wondering if you could help me research possible spells that could have disrupted the Goblet's magical barrier. It must have been something strong," she paused, "and I think that if we narrow the list down to a small group of possible spells we might get a clue to who could have entered Harry in the tournament."

Usopp had a vague feeling that he knew what the girl wanted now. She wanted to keep him, as one of the newest and most suspicious newcomers to the school, close at her side. She wanted to make sure he wasn't reporting to someone. I suppose I can't really blame her. It's not as if I'd do anything differently if I was back on the Going Merry and this kind of thing happened to one of my crew…

"Yes, I'll try to help."

He watched her walk away with misgiving. Here I am suspected again. When can I leave?

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The next morning Usopp got up early and headed toward the library. If I get there first I'll have a better chance of finding a place to hide then if I wait 'till Hermione's already there. Usopp knew that finding a book on dimension travel wouldn't be easy, but sitting in on Hogwarts classes hadn't yielded up any valuable information yet either.

He ran his finger along the spine of a likely looking book. The cover was brown and peeling and the title, as far as he could tell with the worn out calligraphy, read Demen-something. Another spelling for dimension maybe? He cracked the spine to check it out and was greeted with a picture of what looked like an old woman in a straightjacket. Inside, in fading gold letters, it read Dementia: How to prevent it, why it's sometimes fun not to prevent it and how to fool your relatives into thinking you have it.

Usopp stared down at the ridiculous article. Then quickly put it away. Well, that was completely not useful… Over the course of the next few hours Usopp delved into the depths, figuratively speaking, of the massive library. He found titles like Dimension Hopping: Completely Clichéd, World's Away: A Lover's Story and That Other Galaxy, which was a psychologically compelling tale of a teenager's journey to the inside of his mind, according to the review on the back. He was just beginning to realize that he hadn't even glanced at ninety-nine percent of the material on the bottom shelves whenthe library's wooden doors creaked open. Usopp probably would have thought nothing of it if he hadn't heard the relieved sigh the person uttered as soon as they entered the door.

He turned around, "Harry?"

Harry, who'd been walking as fast as he could to other end of the library, halted mid-step. "Oh, hi Usopp."

Usopp's "hello" almost merged into a "what the hell happened to you?" as he took in Harry's miserable countenance. Then he remembered. Usopp deliberated, then reached out a hand to stop Harry before he fled. "Do you want to sit with me? This corner's the best for hiding from other people anyway."

Harry seemed surprised, but reluctantly nodded. "Sure."

Usopp thought a bit more. "How's it going?" probably isn't that appropriate right now… He settled for a "What brings you to the library? I'd have thought you'd go back to the dorms if you didn't want to talk to anyone."

Harry shrugged, "There's still party stuff all over the dormitory," his fingers were clenched together so tightly that all of the veins showed, "and I don't want to run into Ron."

"He said something?"

"Yeah, hell, I wouldn't have ever thought-" he shook himself, "but none of this is your problem. What are you working on?"

Usopp waved a hand vaguely at the various books in front of him, "Trying to find my way home, I guess."

Harry frowned, "You know, they probably won't have anything really helpful outside of the restricted section. You'll need a teacher's note for that, and then you'll need to know exactly which book you want."

Usopp felt like deflating, but at least he knew more than he did before. "Oh, well, thank-"

"Maybe Hermione can help you out with that. I could ask her."

Usopp felt a rather irrational rush of hope, followed by the knowledge that Hermione wouldn't help him until she was completely sure he wasn't responsible for Harry's current depression. He said sure anyway.

The two sat there for a while in uncomfortable stillness. Usopp decided to break it. "Hey, Harry. You know, I was once in a predicament somewhat similar to yours." Usopp ignored his new friend's skeptical eyebrow, "I was. You see there's this little place called Syrup Village in this huge ocean named East Blue. The Great Captain Usopp used to live there, you know. Then one day, I spotted pirates sailing close to the shores of the little island Syrup Village calls home."

Harry interrupted, an amused smile playing on his face. "I thought you said that you're a pirate?"

Usopp snorted, "I wasn't back then, okay? Don't interrupt. Anyway, these fierce pirates settled off the shore of the island. I saw them and knew that they weren't anybody to be reckoned with. Their flag was the flag of the infamous Black Cat Pirates and the murderous Captain Kuro was their leader. So I, being of sound mind and all, shouted for everyone to hide because pirates were coming. Well, I warned and warned the people of the village. I told them exactly where the pirates were docked, but not one of them believed me. They wrote it off as another 'pirate scare', there were a lot of them back then, and went back to opening up their shops. Well, I just couldn't let the pirates kill all the townspeople, no matter ungrateful they were, and so I gathered up my crew of thousands, all of them loyal to the marrow, and set off toward the encroaching ship."

Harry interrupted again, this time trying to hold in laughter. "So where did you get the loyal crew if you weren't a pirate yet?"

Rubbing the back of his head, Usopp admitted, "So, okay there weren't thousands. There were only around four hundred or so, but they were still loyal. Before you ask again, I found them earlier, wandering lost, alone and captain-less on the other side of the island, which is an arid desert. They said they'd join me if I gave them the Black Cat Pirate's ship. Anyway, along with the bravest of the warriors I ran. We met up with the pirates before they reached the town. The warriors launched their cannons and I swung my 5-ton hammer. Together, we beat down the invading pirates. You have no idea how much praise the townspeople gave me after saving them. They named a day after me, bless them."

Usopp wiped a tear from his eye and was gratified to see Harry finally break into a chuckle. Harry then grinned, "Now I know what to do if I ever meet fierce pirates."

Usopp grinned back, "Or demented clowns. It works on them too."

"Right."

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Authors Note: Yeah, I finally churned out another chapter! Woohoo, go me! Has anyone else noticed that each one gets successively longer? At this rate the last chapters will be around 8,000 words each. O.o Anyhow, thank you for reading! Feel free to send a review or critique if you like.