Back into writing for the first time in a long time, I've decided to start with a crossover with Harry Potter and a show I've gotten into in the past year. I don't plan on abandoning Somewhere in the Universe or a few of my other stories, but I need to get into the right mindset for them, and this one hasn't left me alone for a while, so it's better planned out than the others I've left unfinished. So let's dive in.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J. K. Rowling. The Owl House is owned by Dana Terrace. I'm merely a humble writer who enjoys playing in the worlds they've created.

Chapter 1

Privet Drive was a place that prided itself on being normal. So much so that while every resident played nice and smiled at each other, while keeping an ear out for their neighbors' dirty little secrets. This is why it was nothing short of a miracle that the entire short of a miracle that the entire neighborhood missed it when a cry of rage issued from house number four on the street.

Vernon Dursley, a beefy man with an impressive mustache and hardly any neck, stomped his way to the door of his house. Clutched in one hand was a photo album. At his heels was his eleven-year-old nephew Harry.

"Uncle Vernon!" Harry yelled, trying to maneuver himself around his uncle's bulk to get at the book in his hand, "Give it back! Please Uncle Vernon!"

But Vernon simply moved the book out of Harry's reach as he opened the door, walking out towards the driveway.

"I told you, boy! None of this…funny stuff in the house! I've already made an exception for that ruddy bird of yours, and don't you think I'll take it back if you push me!" he bellowed back at his nephew, "Those are the rules! It either goes under the stairs or in the rubbish!" As he said that, he pulled the lid off the rubbish bin and dropped the book inside. Dropping the lid sloppily back on the bin, he turned to face his nephew fully.

"Now are we going to have any more freakish things in my house, or will they be staying under the stairs where they belong?" he asked, his tone indicating that there was only one good answer that Harry could give.

"No, Uncle Vernon," he responded. His uncle gave a nod of approval.

"Right you are, Harry. You'll only be getting those things back when you go back to that school of yours. And not a second before!" Vernon strode back towards the front door of Number Four, where his wife, Harry's aunt Petunia, and their son and Harry's cousin, Dudley, were watching. Vernon walked into the house, and they shut the door, leaving Harry alone beside the rubbish.

Harry sighed. It had only been a week since he'd come home from Hogwarts, the school where he'd been learning magic, but he'd still expected to hear from his friends in that time. They'd promised to write to him a lot. The only fun he'd been able to have in the time he'd been back was pretending to cast spells on Dudley, but he'd learned quickly that even pretending to do that lead to the Dursleys retaliating in some way.

This latest altercation had been him pulling out the photo album that had pictures of his parents in it, a gift from his friend Hagrid at Hogwarts. It was the only way he could remind himself of what his parents looked like. But Uncle Vernon had walked in on him looking at the book, which had led to where he was now.

He looked back at the house. There was no sign of any of the Dursleys in the windows. They'd probably gone to watch the television, which they saw as an appropriate substitute for reading. He could probably grab his album out of the bin now, smuggle it inside under his overly large shirt, and hide it until he wanted to look at it again. There was a loose floorboard in his room that would be a good size to hide it. Harry turned back to the bin.

The lid was fully off. The album was gone.

Harry turned and looked around frantically, trying to find where the book could have gone. He hadn't heard the rubbish collectors come, and the rest of the bin was full anyway, and the book was too heavy to blow away in the light breeze. Where could it- there!

Just down the street, Harry could see a bag in the road. His album was poking out of the top of the bag. He started towards it when the bag moved, and Harry could see something holding it. An owl?

The little bird was holding the mouth of the sack in its beak and was tugging it down the street. The second it saw Harry, it increased speed and Harry soon had to break into a run to keep up, following the bird down Privet Drive and towards the neighborhood park.

The park had once been a place for children to play but had long since become the hunting ground of Dudley and his gang. Most children now avoided the place. Harry watched as the owl entered the park and approached two people that were already there. Slowing his pace so he wouldn't be heard, he sneaked closer to get a better look.

One was a girl, maybe two or three years older than he was with tan skin and brown hair in a pixie cut. She wore a blue and white hooded shirt with cat ears on the hood.

The other was an older woman with long gray hair tied up with a handkerchief and gold-colored eyes. She wore a sleeveless maroon dress and matching high-heeled boots. On her sternum was an amber-colored gemstone. She held what looked like a suitcase in her hand. Harry thought both looked very out of place on Privet Drive. He moved closer.

"-when could the portal take us to anywhere other than Gravesfield?" the girl was asking in an American accent, "I thought that it was stuck in the doorway of the old house?"

The older woman accepted the bag from the owl and started rummaging through it. She responded, "When did I ever say that? Gravesfield is the default location, but you can open it anywhere. I even used it to escape the police in Vegas once! But I like coming here. The people in this neighborhood throw out so much good stuff!" She pulled out what Harry realized was Uncle Vernon's bent-up rifle, "and that makes me rich."

The girl shrugged, "I just assumed that the portal opened into Gravesfield because it was a weak point in the universe, or because of all the witch history. It didn't occur to me that you can open it anywhere on both sides. But outrunning the police in Las Vegas? Eda, what did you do?"

The woman chuckled, and pulled something out of the bag before turning back to the girl, "Well, I was there looking for stuff to sell and I met this guy Stan- "

"Hey, that's mine!" Harry ran out from his hiding spot to the two people and pointed at the photo album in the woman's hand. The woman held it up and looked at him, "It was in the garbage, kid. I think finders-keepers rules apply."

"But it's the only ones I've got! The only pictures of them! I need it!" Harry felt a sense of panic at the thought of losing the album for good. It must have showed because the girl got a concerned look on her face.

"I think he's really worried about it. Eda, give it back to him." She glanced at the old woman as she spoke. Eda nodded. "Yeah, okay. Sorry, kid. I didn't realize how much it meant to you. I was just messing with- " her voice trailed off as she took another look at the album. Harry felt his heart pounding as she peered at it, felt it over, and even sniffed it. Then she opened it and her eyes widened, "Uh, Luz?"

The girl walked over to look in the album as well and her eyes widened as well. Harry debated whether he should run or not as they stared, before turning to look at him. Eda spoke first.

"This is magic. There shouldn't be magic here. How did you do this?" Harry couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe. He'd just revealed the magical world to two people, and for all their talk about portals, he was pretty sure they weren't witches.

What was going to happen to him? Was the Ministry of Magic going to snap his wand? What could he even say to these people? A hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts and he could see the girl Luz looking at him with concern in her eyes.

"Hey, sorry about that. It's just, we thought there wasn't any magic in the Human Realm. That's why we were surprised. Plus, the moving pictures was unexpected. But neither of us are going to hurt you or tell anybody about your moving photo album. We just want to know how you pulled it off." Eda nodded. "Besides, it's not like you're showing us something we can't do ourselves." She held out her hand and the little owl flew over. As it did, it turned into a wooden figure of an owl with a full staff sprouting from it's feet. A second later, Eda was holding an owl-headed staff. Harry took in the transformation and started to calm down. If they were witches, then he didn't have to worry about getting in trouble with the Ministry. "You're witches? Sorry, I didn't realize. I was scared because I thought you were Muggles and the photos in the album move".

He frowned when both Eda and Luz got confused looks on their faces. And then Eda asked the question that made his heart sink.

"What are… Muggles?"

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"Okay," Luz said, shaking her head, "There's a secret world of witches and wizards that live in hiding from Muggles, non-magical people, because of the witch burnings. They wear robes and cloaks and ride broomsticks and are basically the stereotypical family-friendly fantasy adventure I thought I'd have. And you learn magic at a school called…Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded, "That's about it. Of course, I only learned about it last year, so there's still a lot I don't know."

Eda frowned, peering at him like she'd never seen him before.

"Well, I'm not convinced. Why don't you show us some of your magic? The album proves you have contact with it, but I'm still skeptical that humans can do magic."

Harry sighed at that, "I would if I could, but Uncle Vernon locked all my magic stuff under the stairs, except for the album. And he tried throwing that away. Besides, magic isn't allowed outside of school until you're seventeen. If I tried, the Ministry of Magic would detect it and expel me from Hogwarts. They'd snap my wand."

"And the Ministry, that's the magic government, right?" Eda queried.

"From what I've heard, yes."

"Then who cares? You didn't have to make that wand, did you? Just buy another one! And self-study! School is overrated anyway."

"No!" Harry shouted back, in disbelief that they thought that was the answer, "Hogwarts is my home! And my wand chose me! I can't just give either of them up! And the Dursleys would never allow me to self-study magic! I just told you what happened when they saw me with a magical photo album!"

Eda's face when from skeptical to concerned. Luz's face did too. She asked the question.

"Harry…your relatives don't like magic very much, do they?"

Harry looked at the ground. He didn't like talking about his home life. He didn't like to admit the truth of it, even to himself.

"They don't like anything that doesn't fit their definition of normal. Including me. That cupboard that they locked all my school things in? Until I was about eleven, that's where I slept. They never celebrated my birthday. All my clothes used to belong to my cousin. Any Christmas gifts they gave me were just rubbish. They'd always dump me at a neighbor's house when they'd go on holiday. They've never really viewed me as a part of their family. All because of hatred of my parents, and of magic."

The words had been spilling out of him, he just couldn't stop. He didn't even know why he was telling these two. He barely even knew them. But they were the only ones he could tell right now. He watched their faces as they listened to him, with horror and sympathy becoming clear in their expressions. When he was done, Eda was silent for a few seconds, and then asked, "Did they…ever hit you?"

"No! Well, Dudley's gang would beat me up if they ever caught me, but I got fast enough to avoid them all the time. Aunt Petunia…she's thrown skillets at me before, but that's not a regular occurrence. They never beat me…but Uncle Vernon once said that he'd have liked to."

Even as Harry spoke, he started realizing just how abnormal the Dursley's treatment of him was. Normal people didn't turn a blind eye to their son bullying their nephew or make him do all the chores in the house, or throw kitchen implements at people. He'd known the way they treated him wasn't right, but it was just now hitting him that if he'd told someone about how they treated him, one of his Muggle teachers, or a police officer, that the Dursleys would have been in serious trouble. Hagrid telling him he was a wizard had made him realize he wasn't a freak, but talking to Eda and Luz was telling him that the Dursleys were. He felt tears pricking his eyes at the end of his statement.

Eda got a determined look on her face. "Well, it's official. You're coming with us. No way I'm letting a kid stay with abusive people like that. And they are abusive, even if they never hit you. There are other kinds. You can stay with us, at least until it's time for you to go back to that Hogwarts school of yours."

"But..but…but," Harry felt like he'd come to a sudden stop on his broom. The conversation had been going one way, and then immediately had skewed in another direction, "I can't go with you! I barely even know either of you!"

It was hypocritical of him to say that, given he'd barely known Hagrid the previous year, but Harry wouldn't realize that until later. The fact that these two people that he'd met less than half an hour ago were concerned for his well-being enough to invite him to stay with them boggled his mind. But Luz seemed to pick up his thoughts pretty quick.

"Right! Eda, he's told us a lot about himself, but we haven't told him anything about us! I'm Luz Noceda and this is Eda, the Owl Lady."

Harry nodded, only now realizing that for all his explanation of the Wizarding World, he hadn't introduced himself, "Harry Potter."

Luz grinned, "Nice to meet you, Harry. Eda's the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles, this other dimension full of magic and monsters and is just awesome in so many ways when it's not terrifying." She gave Eda a look that seemed to convey something.

Eda removed her handkerchief from her hair, revealing long, pointed ears. She sighed, "I also have a curse that turns me into an owl beast, which is where I got my nickname. But I have ways to manage the curse, so don't worry if you see me growing feathers."

Luz nodded, "Yeah, Eda didn't tell me the first time I came to the Boiling Isles, so there were some problems. And if you're going to be living with us for an extended period, you should know. Plus, we have a couple other roommates, but it shouldn't be too crowded."

Harry frowned. "Okay. You're not from this…Boiling Isles?"

"No, I'm from Gravesfield, in Connecticut. Eda usually does her savaging there. But Eda's teaching me to be a Boiling Isles witch. In your magical world's eyes, I'd probably be classed as a Muggle. Here, I'll show you!" Luz pulled out a notebook and started drawing some sort of glyph pattern on it. When she was finished, she pressed her finger to the center. The glyph glowed, and the paper disintegrated. Luz frowned, "That's not right." She looked at Eda.

"Maybe glyph magic only works in the Boiling Isles? I don't know. We can try to find a workaround at some point. After all, there's some kind of magic in your world." Eda shrugged, "but for now, lets get you a better stage."

She pulled out a key with a yellow eye on it, like the one on her briefcase, and clicked the eye like a key fob. The briefcase unfolded into a full-size door, again with the yellow eye. Eda opened it, and the doorway opened into a…house? She walked through the door, dragging her sack of rubbish with her. Luz followed her, and Harry followed Luz. The door opened into a candlelit living room that reminded him, surprisingly, of the Wizarding World he already knew. Outside of a window, he could see red trees and purple sky. He noticed something in his peripheral vision and turned to see Luz holding his photo album out to him. He took it. She also held another piece of paper with a glyph on it. She tapped it, and the paper crumpled up into a glowing ball of light.

"Harry," she said, "Welcome to the Owl House."

And that is chapter one done! Man, this took longer than expected. Plus, I'd planned to have them bust Harry's school stuff out in this chapter, but it was already pretty long and I figured it's easier to split it into two chapters. Give me some time to replenish my creative juices, and I'll start that chapter soon enough. Thanks for reading!