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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here that belong to Ranma 1/2. The Ranma 1/2 cast belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Suikoden 3 or any other characters that I put into this story except for my own OCs. Neither do I own any of the character in any of the crossovers I do. I'm just using them in this fanfiction and I have no money so don't bother suing me. You'll just lose money instead of gaining any. And remember to leave a review!

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Chapter 52 – Going to Hogwarts

The train station between platforms 9 and 10 if anyone would watch they would see every now and then kids pushing their luggage's between the platform signs disappearing through the wall. Beyond the wall a sign reads: Hogwarts Express 11 o'clock. A magical hidden train platform of 9 ¾ for magical youngsters going off to Hogwarts school of magic. A large red steam train stood waiting next to the platform, dark gray smoke rising into the air. The smell of the smoke from the engine hung over the heads of all the children as they boarded the train.

As the students of Hogwarts boarded the train five people stood out of the crowd. The group is made up of two Chinese twin girls, a tall black girl, Latina girl and a young man. What made them stick out was the fact that they didn't wear the robes like everyone else. The guy wore his robe like a cloak hanging from his shoulders, a sleeveless black shirt and blue jeans under it. (1) A large white feathered with black spotted Barn Owl rested on his left shoulder. The black girl's robe has the sleeves cut off the robes front is cut starting from the chest so that it opens up like a jacket. The two twins wore normal style robes but the sleeves are very long covering their hands a good foot of cloth more then it needed to be. The Latina wore a similar style of robe like the guy did but the robes back had been cut into five strips that made it look like she's wearing long ribbons instead of a robe.

The students gave the five strangers stares as they never seen those styles of robes like the ones their wearing before. Or that the Latina is using a walkman, the twins are playing with Gameboys and the black girl is talking on a cell-phone that all the Muggle born students recognize all thought didn't work in a magical environment. They also notice that all five newcomers lack luggage as they only had each a large rolling backpack instead of the piles of luggage's that they have with them. In particular a family of redheads giving the five strangers odd looks as they were looking for something or someone important.

When the train conductor shouted to them to start piling on into the train cars, the students new and old quickly stop staring at the five strange new students. They quickly got into groups piling into the compartments before they were all taken. The five newcomers got an entire compartment to themselves as they knew what to expect once they got onto the train station for magic folks.

"Did you see the family of redheads? They were place there to greet you Harry," Amber said as they seated themselves after closing the door to their compartment.

"They're the Weasley family. They have been under Dumbledore's thumb for a very long time now. One of their sons around my age would have latch onto me becoming my friend so Dumbledore would have someone on the inside to spy on me," Harry commented as he was faxed some information from his mother about what Dumbledore would try to do. Hedwig his new pet owl he gotten in a pet store after they had left the wand store flew onto the overhead railings where luggage's were usually kept finding a place to sleep.

"Too bad for them that you don't look how you're supposed to look like," Lisa said with a bemuse look on her face as she pulls out her labtop from her bag, "Since they're looking for a guy with a lightning shape scar and glasses."

"Yeah these guys are easy to fool," Terry said she playing with her Gameboy.

"They just use magic too much to depend on anything else like their eyes," Sherry added as she and her sister linked their games together to play against each other.

"What are you looking for?" Amber asked as she looks at Lisa computer screen as she's doing a web search.

"Looking to see where this Voldemort guy ranks in the Dark Wizard world," Lisa answered as she looks on the villains website that ranks villains magical and none, "He isn't even on the top ten list he's all the way down in the 40's."

"Really what does the bio say about him?" Harry asked her.

"Voldemort the Darkest Wizard that Europe has ever seen. He is born from a witch and a muggle and it says here that the main reason why he went bad is because his father abandon him at an early age and grew up in a orphanage as Dumbledore wouldn't send him to live at a magical family until it was too late to do anything," Lisa said reading off some of what the files said about him, "Also he's a traditional wizard who has abandon his muggle half so he only uses pure magical items and spells to do his dirty work. And thanks to that he ranks below The Box Ghost in power as even The Box Ghost uses non magical gadgets sometimes before Danny Phantom sends him back to the ghost zone. But that's only because he's been non active for years now so he's been downgraded to that level. He was in the top 30's when he was still around."

"Which means that you shouldn't have much of a problem with him Harry," Sherry said.

"One of the things mom told me to remember was that he will still know a lot of Black Magic so I shouldn't underestimate him." Harry said remembering what his mother said to him before they left.

They sat in the compartment in silent as the train carried them across the landscape. Amber and Harry got out their decks looking through them while Lisa started playing Lord of the Ring Battlefield for Middle-Earth and beating some online players, which made Amber and Harry stop playing with their cards to watch the action as Lisa Mordor's forces beat the four online player's forces. Sherry and Terry continue to play with their Gameboys as they're still into playing Pokemon. Outside the train the wide and well kept fields were gone and had been replaced by the untamed country side. Wide rivers, more and more trees, and unending hills covered in a deep green covering of plants that hadn't seen a human hand in hundreds of years.

There was a light tap at the door to their compartment and a slightly pudgy boy stuck his head in, "Have any of you seen a toad?"

"Nope," Harry said as him and the girls shook their heads.

The boy seemed to deflate and slowly backed out of the compartment and headed down the hall towards the next compartment. Harry got up and shut the door just to make sure no one could stand there and stare at him or the girls like they did at the station. At least the boy hadn't figured out who he is.

Of course all of them expected that he be wearing glasses which he's wearing contacts and a lightning shape scar that his mother had healed partly getting rid of the connection to Voldemort leaving a slight scar on his forehead. Just as he was about to sit down the door opened again. This time a girl stuck her head in and looked around. "Have either of you seen a toad? Neville seems to have lost his."

"Sorry, we haven't seen him." Lisa said, looking the girl over.

She was a little taller than the twins around her height while shorter than Harry and Amber, long brown hair, glasses, and wearing her Hogwarts robes.

"I'm Hermione Granger by the way," she said looking at the five people in the compartment wearing strange robes, "You do know those robes won't do in Hogwarts."

"Well these are the robes that we wear in the US," Amber said seeing that the new girl is a know it all.

"You guys are from America?" Hermione ask.

"Yes we are," Lisa said looking up from her labtop.

"How is that working I thought that electronics don't work in a magic area?" Hermione ask as she saw the labtop.

"You come from a muggle family," Sherry said.

"Yes so how does it work?" she asked again.

"Just because magic folks over here do not use non-magical equipment does not mean that we have not found a way to get them to work in magic areas," Terry answered.

"Really?" Hermione ask as she couldn't believe that bloody magic Yanks manage to get that advance on them in magic.

"Yeah unlike magic folks around here we do a lot of research in combining magic and technology together. We even have flying scooters and skateboards with us," Lisa said.

"Wait you guys can't fly you're only first years," Hermione shouted.

"That rule is for only flying brooms. That rule is outdated where we're from. So until they change the rules we can use our stuff whenever we want. So go away now." Amber said shooing her off.

"Fine," Hermione puffed as she storms off.

"Glade she's gone," Harry said as the others all nodded.

A voice echoed through the train, "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

Unlike the others on the train they waited in their compartment for the other students to get off. The train slowed right down and finally stopped, making a few of the people who were outside the compartments stumble. People pushed their way towards the nearest door, when the crowd getting off of the train lighten, Harry and the others got out, finding themselves stepping onto a small, dark platform. Harry breathed in the crisp night air and thought idly that he probably should have kept the sweater on.

Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and they heard a loud, coarse voice saying, "First years! First years, over here!"

The source of the voice was a gigantic fellow, who had to be at least twice as tall as a normal man and possibly five times as wide. And not only was he too big to believe, he also had a wild sort of look to him, with a great long tangles of bushy black hair and beard that hid most of his face. In the night, with only the light of the lamp in his gargantuan hand, he looked ten times as terrifying as he probably would have in daylight.

"C'mon, follow me - any more first years? Mind your step now, follow me!" he said boisterously, leading them into the dark.

The large man led them down a rather muddy path, away from the platform. At first Harry wondered why they weren't with the older students, but then they finally rounded a bend in the slippery trail also, slipping and stumbling, they followed the man with the lamp down a steep, narrow path. It was pitched black and nobody spoke much.

"You'll get your first sight of Hogwarts in a sec," the man called over his shoulder. "Just around this bend, here."

The new students got their first look at the mighty castle, well some of it anyway, just the upper floors. Even then, they all made approving noises as the castle was finally revealed, every floor and room lit up with torch light. It was quite a sight.

The castle was set on a hill in the distance, its high walls and turrets rising into the sky. Harry looked around and saw that they were at the edge of a great big lake. Several small boats were bobbing around at the water's edge. The giant waved them to the boats.

"Pile in! No more'n then four to a boat!" He bellowed.

Everyone scrambled to get into boats as quickly as they could. Though several of the girls looked a little scared as they edged around the man's massive frame. Several of the children eyed the little boats with fear, but they got in anyway. Harry and the others just shrugged, remembering the time Harry's mom took them on a boat trip on the ocean and weren't to worried.

"No more than four in a boat!" Harry and the girls just stood in the background as the students pilled into the boats.

"Everybody in?" shouted the large man, who had an entire boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"

The fleet of little boats moved as one, gliding across the lake which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, gaping up at the castle as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.

"Heads down!"

They all bent their heads, and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached some kind of underground harbor where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. The large man hung behind to check the boats as everyone piled out.

The door swung open at once. A stern looking witch was waiting for them. She was dressed in a black robe, perfectly cut and styled. Glasses adorned her face and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun that looked nearly solid.

"The first years, Professor McGonagall," the large man said.

Professor McGonagall nodded shortly, "Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

The entrance hall that lay behind the door was large - so large and grand that the students couldn't even make out the ceiling. The stone walls were lined with lit torches akin to those at the bank of Gringotts, and there was a magnificent marble staircase facing them that led to the upper floors. Mouths agape, they followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor and into a small, empty chamber off the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "The start-of-term banquet shall begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be Sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room." Professor McGonagall paused to see if they were paying attention, then continued, "The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has it's own noble history and each have produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours." Another pause, and another sweeping glance. "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes, in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on a few students who were suffering from grooming mishaps, including the boy name Neville, whose cloak fastening had somehow moved around to under his left ear.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," Professor McGonagall finished. "Please wait quietly."

She swept out of the chamber, and, immediately, there was some desperate scrambling to clean up appearances. Neville yanked his cloak back into place, nearly choking himself in the process, and a dark-haired girl began wiping desperately at a patch of mud that had collected on her cloak when she'd slipped on the way to the boats.

Harry and the girls who had simply flew over the lake after they waited for the students to get onto the dock as they were all too busy looking at the castle to notice them looked around the small room, confident that their own grooming was immaculate. A few people broke out into whispers, and he couldn't help but overhear snatches of conversation.

"Does anyone know exactly how they Sort you?" someone asked quietly from behind him.

Another unfamiliar voice answered, "Some sort of test, I think. My brother said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."

Due to the size of the room, the voices had carried, and now nearly everyone was looking terrified, bemoaning that they were woefully unprepared for a test! Neville, in particular, looked nervous, and Amber spotted the Hermione girl whispering rapidly to herself about which spell she would need for the test. There were a few people who looked unconvinced, however, Harry and the rest of his party were glad there was some sensibility in the wizarding world after all. Honestly! Who in the world was gullible enough to believe that a school - an institute of education, mind - would make first years take tests? When some of them hadn't even known about magic before receiving their letters? Utterly ridiculous.

Someone screamed suddenly, and Harry's party watched as some of the students nearly jumped out of their skins once at the scream, and then at what had caused the scream. But since they're use to seeing ghosts around they weren't affected by the castle ghosts.

Several people gasped. About twenty ghosts had streamed through the back wall, pearly-white and transparent, gliding across the room with hardly a glance at the gathered first years. They seemed to be arguing amongst themselves, and someone who used to be a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance –,"

"My dear friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name, you know, he's not even really a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?" asked the ghost wearing a ruff and tights, interrupting himself.

No one answered.

"New students!" said the friar, smiling around at them, seemingly oblivious to the air of nervous terror. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

A few heads bobbed faintly.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" the friar said. "My old House, you know."

"Move along now. The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

As the ghosts floated away through the wall opposite that of their entry, Professor McGonagall began to speak again, "Now, form a line, and follow me."

Trying in vain to shake off the shock of seeing the ghosts, Harry and the girls got into the line behind a sandy-haired boy. Professor McGonagall led them out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into what was undoubtedly the Great Hall. Thousands upon thousands of candles lit the room, floating in the air above four long tables, where the older students were already sitting. Each person had a golden plate in front of them, along with matching goblets and cutlery. And at the front of the Hall, there was a long table that seated the people Harry assumed were the Hogwarts professors.

Professor McGonagall led the line up there, so that they came to a halt facing all the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces stared at them unabashedly, their faces flickering with candlelight, and the ghosts dotted here and there amongst them glowed misty silver. Completely unperturbed with the stares aside from the fact that it was utterly rude, Harry let his gaze roam over the Hall, comparing the things he saw to what he had read in Hogwarts: A History. The ceiling, in particular, was impressive, far more so than he had expected from the book; velvety black with stars glinting here and there, it was hard to believe that the Great Hall didn't simply open up onto the heavens - which was understandable, as it was a mirror of the sky outside, if he remembered correctly.

As if to assure him that he was, in fact, remembering correctly, he heard the Hermione girl whisper to someone, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

Silently, Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool in front of them, and, on top of the stool, she placed a pointed wizard's hat. To some of the students, who did not even like to think about the fact that a wizard's hat was part of their uniforms, this particular hat looked ten times as foul. Zuo Ci had already told Harry and the others about the Sorting Hat. It was frayed and patched, and certainly nothing that the maids would allow in the house. Then the hat twitched. On its own a rip opened near the brim, like a mouth - and then, even more unbelievably, the hat began to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall burst into applause when the Hat finished its song; it bowed low to each of the four tables, and then became quite still again.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward, holding a roll of parchment; "When I call your name, you will sit on the stool and put on the hat to be Sorted. Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat. A moment's pause –

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Hat shouted.

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went over to sit at their table.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

And Susan went to sit down next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The second table from the left clapped this time, and Tristan saw several of the Ravenclaws stand up to shake hands with Terry when he joined them.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went into Ravenclaw as well, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor. The table at the far left exploded with cheers, and a pair of redheaded twins were even catcalling. "Bulstrode, Millicent" became a Slytherin, and went over to the second table from the right.

Harry could see the High Table properly now. At the end farthest from him sat the giant of a man who had led them across the lake, and, in the well-lit atmosphere of the Great Hall, Harry could see that there was a gentle crinkle to his eyes. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore, whose silver hair was the only thing in the entire Hall that shone was brightly as the ghosts. Professor Quirrell, the nervous, twitchy fellow from the Leaky Cauldron who they overheard talking to someone who Harry overheard his name and where he works, was there as well, sporting a ridiculously large and gaudy purple turban. And there was something else coming from him something dark…

"Potter, Harry!"

"I don't go by that name anymore," Harry said to the teacher, "I'll make this perfectly clear that I will only answer to the name of Harry Thunders now. The woman my mother who took me in after I was left on my aunts doorstep is the only family name I'll answer too."

A hushed silence spread throughout the room as he made his way up to the stool and grabbed the hat. Many people were looking at him in awe as he put the hat on and sat down. The brim dropped down over his eyes and Harry felt a presence in his mind that wasn't his own.

'Interesting.' Said a voice inside his ear where only he could hear it.

'Hello Sort, Zuo Ci say's hi?'

'You know him? Oh yes now I see. You will be difficult to sort. You have led such an interesting life that you are quite different from the rest of the students. You aren't naive or innocent anymore. You have talents in so many areas. Some are quite surprising indeed. You have ambition that would make you worthy of Slytherin and the fearfulness of a Gryffindor. Books have never been a big part of your life until a couple of years ago though. This woman Jeane seems to have been a great influence on you, young Harry,' the hat said.

'She is my mother after all. And I like to be place in Ravenclaw away from Dumbledore. I already know what kind of man he is,' Harry said, 'And also for my friends to be in the same house also as Dumbledore will try to separate me from them to get me under his thumb.'

'Hey that's my job.'

'My mom does know the Hat's you know,' Harry said, 'She's friends with Top Hat.'

'Alright fine than,' Sort Hat said relenting, "Ravenclaw!"

"We got Potter!" The table full of Ravenclaw's chanting and cheering.

Harry took the hat off and saw one of the tables was cheering as he stood up and sat the hat back down on the stool. He walked over to the table and saw that several of the teachers were watching him closely, three of them a lot more than the others.

The old man, Dumbledore, seemed to be eyeing him with a worried look on his face. Something that Harry didn't know what to think about. He was used to living the way he wanted to with the occasional bit of help from others. The old man reminded him of those nosy people that kept trying to tell him how to live his life. Which the only one that has that kind of right is his mom who everyone knows that moms will always tell their kids how to live their lives. (2)

Now the other two were giving him looks he recognized easily. Pure hate. Harry was used to people hating him, but not complete strangers. The most obvious one was a man with long hair and a hooked nose sending him the death glare. A bigot if he ever saw one.

Harry turned and stared back defiantly, making the man narrow his eyes and snarl a little. The other was Quirrell. The stuttering man seemed to be radiating pure hate unlike anything Harry had ever felt before. Harry could read it in the way the man stood and fidgeted. However, it wasn't as obvious on the surface so no one really seemed to notice but Harry.

Hedwig who has been flying around landed on Harry's shoulders as he sat down at the table. Harry waited as each of his four friends were call to be sorted and watch as the worried look on Dumbledore faces worsen as all of them were sorted into Ravenclaw the same as him, making it harder for him to get him under his thumb.

"You five will need to have proper uniforms," Professor McGonagall called out as she saw all five of them wearing outfits that she doesn't recognize as robes.

"These are the latest robes on sale in the US and since they are robes even if you don't like the style. We can wear them since they are robes," Harry said.

"I don't think that America wizards would…" Professor McGonagall began but became silent as Amber shove a magazine into her hands showing it's a magic catalog showing the style of robes that are on sale that are the same style as the five new students are wearing, "… oh I see but still those kinds of robes aren't proper."

"So what," Lisa spoke up, "Unless you guys go and change the rules we can wear them."

"Or we can always go and walkout of here and go to one of the magic schools back in the states," Harry said, "That way we can still live at home without going halfway around the world."

"No don't worry you and your friends are fine wearing those robes," Dumbledore spoke up.

Harry locked his glaze on him reading him like a book. He didn't like what kind of man he sees in the headmaster as he has the idea of what he really is underneath that mask he wears. The Sorting continued on.

"Corner, Michael" and "Cornfoot, Stephen" both were Sorted into Ravenclaw, taking the seats across from and next to Harry, respectively. They all shook hands and greeted each other politely as a thickset boy named Vincent Crabbe was Sorted into Slytherin, followed not much later by a fine-boned girl named Tracey Davis. Kevin Entwhistle joined them, sitting across from Stephen with a rather relieved looking smile, and another round of salutations were exchanged. Justin Finch-Fletchley hurried over to the Hufflepuff table to a round of applause, and Seamus Finnegan was received with great aplomb by the Gryffindor table.

"Goldstein, Anthony" was Sorted into Ravenclaw as well, a pleased smile on his face as he shook hands with everyone. Slytherin had another addition by the name of Gregory Goyle, who was thickset and looked about as bright as a dead lightbulb. The Hermione girl practically ran up to the stool when her name was called, jamming the Hat on her head, and joined the Gryffindor table a few moments later with a beaming smile on her face. A pretty girl named Daphne Greengrass tossed her dark hair as she strode confidently over to the Slytherin table after her Sorting, and then Wayne Hopkins went to Hufflepuff, followed soon after by a tall, lanky girl named Megan Jones, while the petite girl that followed ("Li, Su!") came over to the Ravenclaw table with a lopsided smile.

Then Neville's name was called, and even Harry and the girls winced a bit in sympathy as the other boy tripped on his way to the stool, inspiring a ripple of laughter. First day, in front of the entire student body as well as the faculty? Ouch.

Bright red, Neville meekly placed the Hat over his head; it took a long time for him to be Sorted, but the Hat eventually decided on Gryffindor, to which Neville seemed to go into shock. In fact, he was so taken aback that he forgot to take off the Hat as he headed over to the Gryffindor table, and had to jog back amidst gales of laughter to pass it over to a girl with clear blue eyes named Morag MacDougal, who ended up in Ravenclaw as well. A well-groomed looking boy named Ernie MacMillian was Sorted into Hufflepuff, and "Malfoy, Draco" turned out to be a blonde boy with a pointed face that swaggered up to the stool, then swaggered over to the Slytherin table, a smug look on his face.

There weren't many people left now to be sorted.

"Moon, Tania" went to Hufflepuff, Theodore Nott was Sorted into Slytherin, a pug-faced girl named Pansy Parkinson also went to Slytherin. And then a pair of twin girls were called up, Padma Patil coming over to their table as her sister Parvati was Sorted into Gryffindor. "Perks, Sally-Ann" went to Hufflepuff, Dean Thomas went over to Gryffindor, Lisa Turpin came over to Ravenclaw, the red-haired boy from the boat who turned out to be "Weasley, Ron" went over to Gryffindor to be greeted by other red-haired people as a dark-haired boy named Blaise Zabini was made a Slytherin.

Then the Sorting was over, and Professor McGonagall was rolled up her scroll and took the stool away.

Albus Dumbledore got to his feet, a beaming smile on his face, his arms spread out wide as if nothing could have pleased him more to see them all there.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" Beaming, he added, "Thank you!"

The Headmaster sat back down as the student body clapped and cheered. Harry, who didn't know whether to be amused or be concerned, saw that there were a few faces at the Head Table who looked a bit resigned, as if such a thing was expected.

And then the food appeared.

It was a feast, all right, with all of the golden dishes that had been previously empty now simply piled with food. There were several choices, of the best kinds of food, such as roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, bacon, steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, mashed potatoes, fries, chips, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy...the list went on. There were also an entire array of condiments and, for some reason, peppermint humbugs.

Serving himself portions of each, Harry offered the dishes near him to the others, accepting the dishes they handed to him in return, serving himself some of that, and then, finally, he began to eat. It was all delicious, just as good as anything the cooks or even the caterers ever came up with back home.

"Look at that!" It was Kevin Entwhistle, who had paused in the middle of bringing a fork full of food to his mouth, and was now gaping across the way to the far off Gryffindor table.

Harry glanced up as well, and paused. There was the ghost with the ruffs and tights before; it was hard to mistake him, although he currently had nearly the entirety of his head on his shoulder, the majority of his neck clearly cloven in two.

There was a bit of laughter from a dark-haired boy who was not a first year. "That's Nearly-Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost," he explained, and then added, "I'm Roger Davies, third year."

"He prefers to be called Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington," said an older girl with light brown hair in a clear, calm voice, further down the table. She smiled briefly, "I'm Penelope Clearwater, one of the fifth-year Prefects. You all can come to me if you need help with anything during the year." Staring at Harry with an odd look that he notices that more and more girls giving him as he gotten older.

"Back off sister," Amber said as she, Lisa and the twins glare at her making her back down.

"What do you mean, he's the Gryffindor ghost?" Kevin asked, after a round of hellos had been exchanged.

"Each of the Houses have a resident ghost," Roger explained. "Nearly Headless Nick is the Gryffindor ghost. The Bloody Baron, there, is the Slytherin ghost."

Harry looked behind his shoulder at the Slytherin table, and found a gaunt-faced ghost sitting next to the pointed-faced boy, Draco Malfoy. He had blank eyes - the ghost, that is - and his robes were covered in silvery stains.

"Is that blood?" Terry Boot asked, sounding horrified and fascinated all at once.

Roger nodded, "But no one's ever asked him how he got covered in it."

It was obvious to everyone why - while the other ghosts were of a friendlier mein, the Bloody Baron was simply terrifying.

"The Hufflepuff ghost is the Fat Friar," Roger continued, and then gestured down to the opposite end of the table, "and our ghost is the Grey Lady." Craning his neck, Harry managed to catch a glimpse of the Ravenclaw ghost. She was of slender build, wearing flowing robes, and had a prettily intelligent face and sharp eyes. "She mostly sits with the sixth and seventh years because they've a broader and more knowledgeable range of topics she can converse with them about. She's the intelligent sort."

When everyone had eaten as much as they dared, the remains of the food vanished, leaving golden plate and goblets that were just as clean as before the feast had started. A moment later, the desserts appeared - blocks of ice cream in every flavor imaginable, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate éclairs, doughnuts, trifle, pudding, all kinds of fruit, and even wiggling piles of different flavored Jell-O.

As Harry helped himself to an éclair and the girls helping themselves to cake he passed the bowl of green Jell-O to Padma, who smiled in thanks, the talk turned to academics.

"My brother says that Transfiguration is difficult, and Professor McGonagall is strict," Anthony was saying as he picked out a trifle. "Fair, but strict."

"She's a stick in the mud," Lisa said.

"She is a competent teacher," Lisa Turpin put in before spooning some strawberry ice cream into her mouth.

"Still a stick in the mud," Amber agreed with Lisa.

"She is, from what I've heard, and so is Professor Flitwick, our Head of House, and Professor Sprout, the Hufflepuff Head," Terry replied. "It's Professor Quirrell that's going to be a problem, my sister says."

"And don't forget Professor Snape, the Slytherin Head," Su Li added. "He's supposed to be pretty bad, too."

"Isn't he one of the wizarding world's top Potions Masters?" Padma asked, confused.

Harry nodded; he'd read that, too. "But talent doesn't guarantee the ability to teach," he also pointed out, "Besides he's only the best in Europe not in the world."

"He would be considered to be a second rate Potion Master back at the states by our standers," Sherry said.

"Yes even grandma updated her potion making wears the only thing she still has from her old potion mixing tools is the mixing pot," Terry said as their grandmother would cook up something in her kitchen.

"Right," Kevin agreed. "Sometimes, it's the best who have a hard time teaching others. Mostly because it comes so easily to them that they don't understand how other people don't see it the way they do."

There were a few groans of disappointment. None of them wanted to be faced with an incompetent teacher, and the prospect of there being two to put up with... Harry wasn't the only one who looked at the High Table just then. As it happened, Professors Snape and Quirrell were actually speaking to each other, and the coincidence of it had them smothering smiles.

"He really does look unpleasant," Padma noted softly. "Professor Snape, I mean."

In truth, the hook-nosed Professor was the only one Padma could have been talking about. While Professor Quirrell was jumpy, he had a baby-faced look to him that made him seem harmless, really, unlike the Potions teacher, who had sallow skin, greasy black hair, and a generally unpleasant air to him.

"I heard he doesn't even want to teach Potions," replied Anthony, just as quietly. "Rumor is that he wants Professor Quirrell's job. That's what everyone says. And that he knows a lot about the Dark Arts."

The way Anthony said those words sobered the mood at their end of the table. Privately, Harry thought that what 'everyone' said was probably not the same as what Anthony's brother said, but it was easy to believe when one looked at the scowling man.

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and the Headmaster got up to his feet once more. He hardly needed to wait, for the Hall fell silent immediately, and Professor Dumbledore smiled before saying, "Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do to remember that as well."

Professor Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table with a furlong look, but Harry wasn't too far away to notice the students being singled out including him and his friends. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone who is interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

The doors suddenly exploded shattering the wooden door to pieces sending them flying across the room. When the dust settled a huge figure stood in the doorway standing as tall as Hagrid. It's a young man incase in what looks like a high-tech yellow drive-suit. The left arm is replaced with a three-barrel cannon, the right is robotic with a grappling hook connected to it. The guys head is protected by a glass dome and body is incased in metal design to withstand the pressures of the deep ocean.

"Dead-Zone," Harry shouted seeing who it is. (3)

"What are you doing here?" Amber said as she and the others got up from their seats.

"I heard that you guys were going to Hogwarts so I decided to crash the party and see how you guys are doing and brought along so friends," Dead-Zone said as four other people came out from behind him.

"Birdman," Lisa said staring at a skinny guy with messy brown hair dress in nothing but overalls.

"Quake," Amber address a white blond girl dress like a break dancer.

"Viper," Sherry said to the girl around her and her sister's age dress in leather garments and a helmet like some off road bikers wear.

"And her pet spider Fang," Terry said as Viper is riding on top of a giant spider. Fang is as big as a full grown man and is a jumping spider.

"Let's just stop with the talk and go straight to the fighting part!" Dead-Zone shouted as he and his team charge at Harry and his friends.

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In the merge worlds of Marvel and DC –

"I pull all the leads I could get my hands on and I can't find out who that blue haired woman that attack Control Freak is," Robin said to the members of Teen Titans and the visiting X-Men members. They sat in the living room of Titans tower.

"How about asking the J.L. for some help?" Raven said as she floated in the air reading one of her mystical books.

"Or the Avengers," Husk asked as she watches Jubilee and Starfire go at it again.

"What's wrong all I ask Robin is if he would like to go on a date with me," Jubilee said as she stares flatly at the orange skin alien.

"You can't go and ask Robin in taking you out on a date," Starfire growls as her eyes started glowing.

"Hi guys," Cyborg, "Guess what I mange to make that cyber harness for Chamber to help him control his power better."

Chamber came in sporting a metal lower jaw and neck that continue to his chest, "Finally I can talk without using my telepathic powers."

"Like the new look," M said.

"Wow so cool. How do you use your powers now?" Beast Boy asked as he stares at the new style Chamber is sporting.

"I open my mouth and spit out a blast," Chamber answered.

"That's better then before," Skin said as he playing with Silky the giant moth caterpillar who happens to be Starfire's pet and giving him some of his chips.

"Guys what about these attacks?" Robin shouted, "All of the villains in the city have been attacked by the same blue hair woman. After she attacked Control Freak drained him of his energy. She has also done this to other villains as well. None of them can tell us anything as when they wake up none of them remember anything about why they were attack."

"So why should we care?" Chamber said, "If another hero is taking out the bad guys."

"Just means less bad guys around," Cyborg added.

"What you guys don't get it yet?" Beast Boy spoke up getting everyone's attentions, "Like in the comic 'City of Heroes' this woman is taking out all of the villains first so that we heroes will let down our guard than go around and take us out next. Because without any other villains around to get in her way she'll be able to take us out without any kind of trail that can lead to back to her."

He's met with uncomfortable silents from the group.

"Come on I might be right about the energy draining thing," Beast Boy sweated.

"Does he do this all the time?" M ask Raven.

"Yup he sure does," Raven said looking up from her book, "Better get use to it."

"Have you?" M ask again.

"Nope," Raven stated as she continue with her book.

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In Gotham City –

Catwoman stared at the precious stone as it sat in its showcase, still sparkling beautifully even in the dim light.

'Just a few lousy rent-a-cops, and a cheap security system to get by, and it's all mine,' she thought.

Not five minutes later, the case was empty, the guards lay unconscious on the floor and Catwoman was heading back to her home (the luxury apartment owned by her alter ego, Selina Kyle) with a very large diamond in her backpack.

This particular diamond was a very special prize and she was lucky to get her hands on it, since it was only supposed to be in Gotham City for a few days as part of the museum's occult exhibition. According to legend, thousands of years ago an ancient genie was imprisoned within this gemstone by the might of a hundred mages.

'Who cares about legends?' she thought, 'It's huge…and flawless! But still.'

She picks up the gem staring at it, "I wonder," she picks it up slowly rubbing its smooth surface, "Alright genie if you are in there, I wish that there's a way that Batman and I get together."

She looks around and saw nothing had change, "Well I had to least try." She gave the gem a kiss as she puts it on her bed stand before turning off the lights.

Sometime before dawn, a noise awoke Selina out of her sleep. She crawled out of bed and glanced around for a few moments, finally noticing that her beautiful new diamond was lying on the floor, broken into two separate pieces.

"It's ruined," she sobbed, not sensing the dark form taking shape behind her.

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Meanwhile in New York City –

Mary Jane Watson-Parker watch from the sidelines outside the modeling agency where she works as a fight has broking out in the building across the street. Her husband, Peter Parker, also known as the Amazing Spider-Man, is fighting off blue hair woman wearing a skin tight white suit with four spider legs popping out of her back. A Roman numeral is written just above her breasts XIV. Unfortunately, his webbing had proven to have almost no effect on it, the spider legs are sharp enough to be able to cut through the sticky strands in mere seconds. And that she could shoot out her own web also made things harder.

Dodging the woman's sharp pointy legs, Spider-Man grabbed a large pipe that was sticking up from the ruined floor and started pummeling the woman's spider legs as they try to stab him. The blows seemed to momentarily stun the woman, as her head swung side to side with the impact as she felt those blows through her legs. The reason for this fight was that she was chasing the Rhino who ran into the building smashing it before she was able to drain him of his energy. Then Spider-Man had to show up and try to stop her from getting away.

The woman viewed the red and blue costumed adversary before her with her eyes that seemed to show no emotion. While he maybe stronger then her she's much faster and with her spider legs she's able to strike faster then he could follow. It would only be a matter of time before she gets in a good hit.

Spider-Man realized he had to think of something fast. He couldn't continue like this for very much longer; sooner or later the Spider-Lady would connect with one of its many attacks. Shooting his webbing towards the ceiling, he pulled as hard as he could. The already damaged building gave way to Spider-Man's strength and caved in, burying the spider legged woman.

"Whew, I need a break when this is all over," he thought out loud. He barely made it outside the building before it collapsed completely, covering him in a cloud of dust.

"Hey what did you do to our sister?"

Coming out of the crowd two women who are twins step out from the mass of on lookers. There wasn't a single difference between them. That wasn't what surprised him. Their clothing seemed more erotic than functional. Each one was wearing the white suit that their sister was wearing except that they were missing over seventy percent of the fabric. Their mid sections were exposed, showing their belly buttons. Covering themselves were bikini bottoms and a tight white top that reached from the neck and down to the very bottom of the breasts. With their full figures the suits their wearing, was making them look incredible appealing. Like their sister each one had a Roman numeral written just above their breasts. The first one had XV written while the other had XVI. They wore white leather shin high boots with high heels. Their delicate hands had on gloves that ended just at their elbows.

Peter couldn't help but look at their bodies as many of the guys in the crowd are doing when he felt his danger sense going off. Looking around the crowd he spotted the reason as his wife MJ is giving him death glares, which he knows that when he gets home tonight would mean big trouble for him. Then his sense pointed behind him.

"He tried to crush me that's what," the Spider-Lady said in a calm voice getting herself free from the rubble.

"Alright then," XV said as fur started sprouting on her as she transforms as did XVI.

When the change was over in front of Spider-Man was a blue furred werewolf and a blue werecat. Both of them gain greater mass in height and body mass especially with their more enhanced figures as the reason why that so much of their outfits were missing became apparent as they needed them to be able to stretch when they transform to their much bigger forms.

"Well this is going to suck," Peter said as the three sisters close in on him.

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In Avenger Manor sometime later –

"Wow Spider that was some butt whopping they gave you," She-Hulk said as she watch the video of the fight from earlier today. She and Iron Man had rushed to the scene in time to see the three sisters escape through a portal after they had thrown Spider around a bit. They took him but to get some medical treatment back at the manor.

"You should have call for some backup," Batman said who is visiting with Flash and Dr. Light (the good female one).

"But I wouldn't mind having to fight those babes," Flash said as he watch certain parts of the three sisters.

"Would you knock it off I'm going to have a hard enough time when I get home without this," Spider said as he sat in a chair getting bandage up by Wasp.

"You're married?" Dr. Light asked than seeing him nod she turn to her two teammates, "That makes you braver than most of the guys I know."

"Hey! What does that suppose to mean?" Flash ask as Batman turn his attention to her.

"That you guys are scared of commitment," she smugly said.

"That's so true," Mocking Bird said whose also watching the news report with She-Hulk.

"It took my husband awhile to pop the question," Wasp said.

"I was waiting for the right moment," Yellowjacket said who is formally known as Ant-Man.

"Sure you were," Wasp said as she, Mocking Bird and She-Hulk gave him flat looks making Yellowjacket sweat heavily from the stares he's getting from the women of the team.

"Who were they anyways?" Iron Man asked the JL members.

"They're not your villains?" Flash said.

"Nope never saw them before," Mocking Bird said.

"Robin did send a message that Beast Boy has the idea that there's a supervillain whose stealing energy from supervillain. Is also the one that went and merge our two worlds together so that it will be easier to takeover. These women are draining energy from people and objects so their leader will be restore to full power," Batman said earning him some stares, "I know, it sounds like something out of a corny Saturday morning cartoon plot."

"How interesting I for one wouldn't think that someone like you would ever watch cartoons," Catwoman said as she steps into the lobby where they are at.

"Selina what are you doing here?" Batman ask as the others all got ready to take her down but motion them to stand down.

"And how did you get by the security defenses?" Iron Man asked.

"Well for the first question I have recently acquired something that you should have an interest in as it's has something to do with family," Selina smiles as she walks right next to him before whispering into his ear, "Isn't that right Bruce."

Batman eyes widen as Selina never knew who he is under his mask, "How did you find out?"

"Well that has to do with the second question I met someone that let me get into here without going through those defenses. She's also told me about you Bats. And she's right now in the kitchen with that nice fellow Jarvis," Catwoman said as the Avenger members quickly got up running to see if the caretaker of the manor is still okay.

"Who's with you?" Batman asked as Selina just motions her to follow her to the kitchen. Flash and Dr. Light follow as well since they wanted to see where this is going.

In the kitchen the Avengers who are in the manor are currently looking onto the scene of Jarvis sitting at a table as a small girl is currently stuffing herself with cookies and milk. Jarvis is busy looking at a long yellow staff with a blue-green crystal ball on top that is much taller than the girl is. The girl in question is dress in a smaller version of Catwoman's costume but colored purple. Her fake cat ears are four times larger then the ones her older self is sporting and is wearing a yellow lens goggles over her eyes. Her suit is loose fitting and her suit collar is more like a loose fitting turtle-neck. A whip is wrapped around her waist that makes her look like she has a tail. (4) And she also has a small black cape like the one Batman is wearing.

"Who is she?" Batman asked Selina seeing that the girl is harmless.

"Hi baby," Selina smiling warmly at the small girl who stops eating looking up at her smiling with a milk mustache on her face.

She swallows what's in her mouth and what came out of her mouth surprise everyone in the room, "Hi mommy!" Than before they could recover from that information she turn to Batman, "Hi daddy!"

Selina smiles as she waves her hand in front of Bruce who wasn't moving or even breathing just having a shock look on his face. "I knew this would happen," she places her index finger on his head and push lightly tipping him over flat onto his back.

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Next Time – Ranma and Madhat arrive to another world but which one did they landed in is the question. And who is the little girl who is calling Catwoman mommy and Batman who fainted daddy. I gave you guys a big clue to who she is so you guys can figure it out. And Anarchy is up to something as he's sending an old villain to a world that's cover with water and where there's fruit that gives people powers but sink like a stone.

Author's Notes

1 – The clothes style that Yugi wore during Battle City.

2 – How many people out there can disagree with that?

3 – Some places in the ocean are known as dead-zones.

4 – The costume that Catwoman wears in 'The Batman'.

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