Author Note: So i didnt realize it but this is only roughtlly 2/3rd of the chapter. for some reason my edits and extensions didnt save to my flash drive but did to my computer itself and when I went to the library to post it for you, this was what was there. beyond frustrating cause they close at 2 and i live 40 minutes away. So, all i ask is that you give me a week and ill be back with the final copy of this chapter and the next one. Sorry for the issues. ive also fixed all the spelling and grmmar issues i could find on that version, so it should be much easier to read.

Sincerly,

Emerald

Sleep was peaceful for Harry for the first time in months. No dreams of Voldemort's pale and scaly face staringdown upon him in the Angel Statue's arms, blood flowing down his forearm from the jagged slash Wormtail had made. He didn't even see empty the dead eyes of Cedric as he starred up at him from the ground beneath him. Nor did he hear the screams of his mother as her body dropped to his nursery floor or watch a Professor Quirrel burn to ash beneath his fingers. Instead, she felt warm. There was something wrapped around her waist, holding her as she softly slept under the warm rays of the sun. She didn't know what it could be, her mind to fuzzy to think, but it was cozy all the same.

Slowly, as time drifted on by and the light chirping of birds reached her ears. Hari felt her mind stir to actual wakefulness. it was slow going, until she finally felt that she could open her eyes without glaring at the early morning sun.

Blinking, Hari laid upon her Futon mat, staring at the backpack that rested right before her face but not close enough to make her jump in surprise. it wa Ranma's, she could tell from the silk shirt sleeve that was peaking out from the top and the scroll that was resting in the side pocket. There was a stain at the bottom, most likely water damage from being in the mud for far to long. A stain even her magic probably couldn't even remove.

Sighing to herself, Hari leaned back into her warmth but she didn't get to enjoy it before her mind finally caught up to her situation. "Wait...I don't have a blanket, so how am i warm?" gently, she leaned further away and couldn't stop a fiery blush from enveloping her entire face when she felt a hand around her waist pull her in tighter, to keep her from slipping lose, as its owner seemingly snuggled into her back. for just a moment, her mind melted into a strangely pleased jelly. Embarrassment was the first emotion that she could understand out of the jumble but it was quickly followed my a muddled sense of couldn't figure out the others but those two were by far the most obvious.

Slowly, as her heartbeat started to calm down, Hari felt like she could breathe easier. Peeking over her shoulder, she felt utter relief that it wasn't Genma that was snuggling her but his son. Turning her head forward again, she let her eyes flutter to a close and a smal smile grew upon her lips. it was still early, so she still had some time to rest.

CR*

It was shortly after Nabiki and Akane had left for school and the Saotome's had gone to the Dojo to practice that Hari stood helping Kasumi clean up after breakfast. It had been rather delicious to the European girl, Never did she think she's enjoy grilled fish with soy sauce glazing, miso soup with silken tofu and kapocha, and soft white rice for breakfst but she felt sufficently stuffed for the morning. It was by far better than campfire food. She was especially thankful for Kasumi and Ranma taking their time to explain to her what each part was. Although it came to a shock to them both that Kasumi spoke nearly Fluent English. It did help ease Hari's worry about fumbling over the language barrier. Ranma was a great help but Kasumi was just a touch more so.

Standing beside the tall Brunette, Hari happily dried each dish and set them off to the side to rest before they put them away. She found herself looking out the window that sat above the sink, watched as Ranma exchanged blows with his father before they fell back upon the earth with a small cloud of dust that rose up around them. Their clothes were a tad ruffled by now, she could see a seriers of dirt stains that she'd have to buff out later when she did the laundry but the wild grin on Ranma's face made up the extra work. He always seemed to be at his happiest when he was practicing his Art.

"It's rather amazing, isn't it Yui-chan?" the older woman's said as she continued her washing, "Ive never understood my father and sister's love for Martial Arts but seeing the Saotome's practice, it can see why. its very intricate and...physical" something in her voice made the redhead inside squirms."Do you know how they stay in the air for so long?"

"I s-suppose so, i've never really seen any martial artists before i meet Ranma" she watched as he crossed his arms and blocked his father's heavy kick, his body barely shifting under the force of the blow, "but over the last month or so, ive come to admire how much effort he's put into it" There was a aura of confidence to Ranma's body language as he swayed between his father's fists."I don't know how they stay in the air for so long though but i'd love to be able to jump that high some day."

"Would you ask him to teach you? When you're healthy, i mean." she handed her the large soup pot that was used for Miso, her arms shaking under the strain before setting it down upon the counter, "Oh my, i hope im not overstepping. its just...you are worryingly thin."

Bitting her lip, Hari felt a small flare of self-consciousness, " You're not, i swear. I'm actually almost a full stone heavier than i was when Ranma found me. And the Healer we met shortly after he took me in gave me some medicine and a diet that is supposed to get me up to a proper size in about a year. After that, i can try a martial art or a sport but they don't want me doing anything to intensive until then." As she peaked out at him again, she felt her cheeks flush, "I don't know how to feel about it but he promised he'd protect me until i could do it by myself. I've never had someone risk themselves for me, usually its the other way around."

Kasumi stopped with her washing a looked at the waif of a girl standing beside her. She had her hands clench together as she fiddled with the clothe she was using to her dry the dishes, her head slightly bowed but with an uncertain expression on her face while her cheaks took on a healthy glow. Yui kept glancing out the window, something she'd been doing ever since they started the dishes and even during the last 2 meals they shared. They had obviously learned to trust and rely on one another over the last month of traveling together, probably more than they ever had in the past as well.

The Girl was a sweet one, as far as she could tell. And she definitely had more courage than Kasumi had. To Decide to live as someone else entirely, in a whole new location and culture. It wasnt something she would ever be prepared to do. When she'd first seen Yui in her other form, she had been confused but when she saw his nervous disposition and fear over their reaction after hearing what Akane said, she already knew that he wouldn't do anything to harm or discredit their family. He'd been no less than three seconds away from dashing out of the house and never returning. And After Saotome-san had tossed them both into the spring without a care for either of their safety, she had already decided to let them stay as long as they helped out. As her mother used to tell her, "Have a golden Heart but don't ever let it bleed for others".

"I don't know Ranma as well as you do but He seems like a decent and caring boy. If he's helped you since you found him, let him keep doing so and he'll let you know if he has an issue with it. Just don't take advantage of him, help him if he ever asks or seems like he needs your aid. You're friends, so be friends and let the worries and anxiety fade." Kasumi's voice was firm but kind.

Hari let the older teens words echo in her mind and found herself smiling more and more with each reiteration. Kasumi was right, she was overthinking it far to much and letting her insecurity run rampant in her mind after they arrived to Tokyo. Ranma was her friend and she was his, so why should she worry?

"So, do you have a guy you're friends with like i am with Ranma?" she asked. Kasumi knew far to much on this subject to just intuitively know how to handle her thoughts and feelings.

"Oh my..." the other girls face pinked rather heavily for some reason,"I suppose i do."

CR*

Ranma walked along the fence with his friend gripped firmly in his arm, his feet steady and sure of their placement. He'd been worried about hopping up here with Hari clung to his back but hearing the soft giggles as she enjoyed herself made his worries wash away. She'd just been telling him about her position of Seeker on the Gryffindor Quiddidge team and he found it hard to believe that she enjoyed flying around on wooden broom of all things resting between her legs. Apparently, her most recent broom could go 150km/hr and almost 4km off the ground. Thats like your own person plane or motorcycle!

"This really doesn't bother you all?" he spoke with mild scepticism. The wind was blowing rather heavily today, with his bangs being swept back with every little gust.

She just shook her head against his neck, "Goodness, no! I Love to just look out into the horizon, it makes the world seem like its never ending and the only way to find out is to travel it on your own two feet." another giggle escaped her, "Well, i suppose its gotta be YOUR two feet for now but thats just a technicality."

He scuffed but couldn't stop the chuckle that slipped past his lips. "I suppose it fits, my name does mean Wild Horse. And Horses love to run to the sun" He felt her grip him just a tad tighter at his words and it made him tingle inside.

"HMPH! If you two perverts would stop flirting, we have to get to school soon or we'll be late." and angry voice almost screamed from beneath them. "And you two still need to register. I still can't believe you waited for two weeks just to get His paperwork in order."

Ranma felt Hari tense against his back for just a moment before forcefully relaxing, a heavy huff of air brushing just past his ear. He, himself, felt a flare of irritation at the black haired girl that he was begrudgenly betrothed too. She hadn't really improved much in the last few weeks, always throwing barbs their way whenever they were together in any fashion. The fact that Ranma insisted on carrying her whenever they had to travel any lengthy distance beyond the Tendo Property likely didn't help matters. But he'd seen Hari push herself to the point of collapse while travelling through China, it had left her bedridden for three days with a raging fever. He just felt far more relaxed knowing she was with him and not at risk of falling. Its what friends do, right?

"Oh, shut up know we've spent most of the last 2 weeks studying with your sisters to catch up for school. I hadn't been to school in years and Hari didn't even understand Kanji besides a few written phrases!" His Ire towards her may have been a tad to prominant when he noted her face scrunch up but he really didn't care, she'd been harping on them any chance she got since they'd shown up and he was getting sick of it. She Hurrumphed one more time before moving on at a rather brisk pace.

"That probably wasn't the best idea, Ranma." Hari's voice drifted over his ear again, "If you push her to hard, she can easily blow our secrets before we're ready for the blowback."

Sighing, Ranma hated it when she was right but he was just getting so fed up with it. Both of them had been nothing but polite to the youngest Tendo daughter -With exception to that first night of meeting- but she wouldn't back down. From what her sisters had told them, the majority of Akane's issue was that she really didn't want to get married to him but had very little choice in the matter, especially if she wants to inherit the family estate. Wasn't fair, not by a long shot, but it was no reason to harp on them for her personal issues. Then again, its not like she could deny her father or she'd get diowned from the family and left penniless. it was messy, that was without a doubt to either of their minds. He just wished she'd take her frustation out on something else.

"She did have a point though, weve gotta hurry up or we'll be late." a grinned found itself firmly etched across his face, "You better hold on tight, this Horse is about to get a tad bumpy!"

"Whaaaa..." her question was drawned out when he gripped her legs a tad firmer before tensing his legs and hoping 5 meters across the road onto an adjacent roof, then it was nothing but girlish giggles and squeals of delight as he raced across the rooftops. She clung to him like a limpet, forcefully drawning herself closer to him, her face nearly burried into the back of his neck as they dashed towards the school. It was a perlethera of tiled roofs, a couple of chimneys and even a single foodcart stand awning. And with each leap, another whoop of delight would ring in his ear. It took no more than 10 minutes of running but by the time they'd hopped down toward the gate of Furinkan, Akane was only a few blocks back and probably going to reach them in the next few minutes or seconds judging by how fast she was running towards the school.

"Goodness, can we do that every morning? What a rush!" Hari Giggled in delight from his back. Looking back towards her, he saw her freshly styled redhair was windblown back and her emerald eyes had a nearly euphoric glimmer to them. She really was an adrenalin junky. With her dilated vertical pupils and ever so slightly elongated canines, she had a wild look to her that just screamed to him.

"Sure, id like a good run before school anyway." he chuckled when she bent back down to give him a hug in delight.

"Yay!"

Walking throught the gate, the pair jabbered back and forth over what they were most looking forward too. Hari was looking forward to seeing if they offered a choir class but if not, she wanted to a crafts class. Ranma wasn't particularly looking forward to any class but if he had to pick, he'd go for home-economics or a health class. Neither of them payed much attention to the other students that had gathered around the school grounds. They did take note of a massive horde of guys that had gathered in the middle of the yard, many of them decked out in sports gear. There were even a few kids in lab coats. None approuched them, though they did get a fair few finger points and whispers followed them as they passed.

They'd talk extensively about their classes choices with Nabiki over the last few weeks and to Hari's surprside, Ranma didn't feel like taking a physical class. He already exercised more than most sports groups in a day and with his exceptionally advanced skills in fighting, he felt it wouldn't be fair to morally destroy the students around him. He wasn't bragging, he'd still practice with them occasionally if they'd let him but he'd be limitting himself by abour 70%, hes was already holding back when fighting his father, so he didn't want to harm a bunch of teens if he could help it. With all the time he spent on the road, Ranma wasn't sure how to have a healthy life on his own or even a stable one and he wanted something more than he had the last ten years. As for Hari, she had never shared it before but she had always been facinated with singing. She'd tried joining Hogwarts Choir once in her first year but after finding out that it was a Hufflepuff only group, she left in a huffy dissapointment. Crafting sounded interesting to her, she never had much of her own, so she wanted to learn to create her own things. She just hoped that the later would be lenient on her physical restrictions.

Neither noticed that they had caught the eyes of many of the other students, both on the grounds and those leaning by the classroom windows. it wasn't every day the students at Furenkin saw a jock willingly carrying a waif of a forgien girl, a pretty girl but still a small one all the same.

CR*

Nabiki leaned against the window sill listening to the gossip of her classmates. She'd already sold her quota of pictures for the day, athough she did have a some extra just for a few desperate last minutes buys, and was happily taking in mental account of her available finances.

"1500 yen for a 5 picture bundle of Ranma-kun and 2500 yen for 5 pictures of Ranma-chan. ive already sold 57 sets of the first and 143 of the later today...that makes 443,000 yen all together. With Ranma's 10% cut, he'll get 43,300 yen today alone and i get 399,700 yen. Ill likely sell another 27 male bundles by lunch time and 43 for female by the end of the day. So 40,500 and 107,500 plus this mornings earning...591000 yen with Ranma's 59,100 taken out...damn, 531,900 yen. Of course, thats not counting the last 4 shoots and heavy sales. Upkeeping the family usually cost little over 70,000 yen and with those three, it may as well double for safeties sake. that makes it around 140,000 yen a month with a rough estimate of 4.3 million yen a month of profit, just off the sales at school. When Ranma really gets into modeling for the angency i have in mind, both of us will never have to worry about money ever again. And all I had to do was tutor him and his Western friend until they are caught up. I May need to buy a new camera in a month or two and see if Lou So at the developement store will give me a bulk discount." Bitting the tip of her thumb, Nabiki watched as her cash cow walked through the gate of the school. He had a pep in his step and Yui was practically glued to his back, seemingly whispering something in his ear.

"Hey, who's the new hunk?" a girl from further down the window suddnely questioned and was quickly followed by heavy thumps of her peers as more moved towards the window to get a glimps. the screatching of the desks across the floor made her ears bleed.

"What? Where?"

"Theres a redhead on his back!?"

"Wow, his smile is so cute!"

"Shit, not another jock! All the cute girls are gonna be gone again!"

"Holy fuck, thats a man id wanna ride! He's making me wet from here! Wonder if he's good with his mouth?"

"KIMIKO!"

"Damn, i love this class!"

Smirking to herself, Nabiki watched as her classmates had their own mental breakdown over her model.

"Oh yes, i may run out of pictures today." her legs trembled ever so slightly at the thought, "if this goes well, i might just give him a raise to...say, 15%? Eh, we'll figure it out later."

CR*

Walking through the halls, Hari held onto the wall for a brace with her right hand as her left held up her class schedule. Ranma trailed a step behind her, his own schedule in his hand and a drink called Yakult in the other. He' casually swong both their bags over his shoulder as soon as he let her down, but he didn't seem to bothered by the extra weight. She had a bottle of Calpis in her own bag that she was excited to try later today but for now she had other priorities first.

Name: Ishikawa Yui Class 1-B

Status: Full-time

Subjects

Japanese language

Social Studies

Mathmatics-Alegbra

Science-Biology

Health and Physical Education- Healthy Habits to Life

Art- Crafting

Japanese Language

Extracaricular- Choir

"So? What did ya end up getting Hari?" her friend asked.

"I got what i wanted but they kinda gave me some classes i wasnt very interested in." Rocking her head back and forth, she read her list a few more times in an effort to memorize it. it was a much more standardized schedule than Hogwarts had been. Thankfully she didn't have any midnight classes this time or snooty Hufflepuffs to chase her off.

"Can i see?" She smiled and handed him hers while he gave her his in return. "Cool! We're in the same class group!"

Cocking an eyebrow at him while ignoring the grin he was sporting, she looked at his schedule.

Name: Saotome Ranma Class: 1-B

Status: Full-time

Subjects

Japanese Language

Social Studies

Mathmatics- General Math

Science-Basic Science

Health and Physical Education-Dancing

Art- Calligraphy

English Language

Extracaricular- Home-economics

"Given his background, its makes since that he's behind in pennmanship, science and math. Highly doubt Saotome-san thought they were important." a flicker of fury flared within her but she squashed it before she squashed his paper. "Dancing?"

His cheeks reddened and he absently pulled on his pigtail, "I didn't really like anything else they had and i don't know how to dance. Thought id give it a try."

Giggling at his embarrassed expression, she patted his bicep, "Its okay Ranma, i think its a great idea! Besides, i don't know how to dance either, so you're not alone." She glanced at it again, "Why English? I figured you'd take Mandorin so you could go back to china and find a cure?"

He shook his head, "Pops would die if he heard me say this but I've got years to find a Cure. And were supposed to be going ta that Magical school in a year. I'll have better luck askin a professor there than i would on my own. And Id rather be able ta talk ta my friend in her mother tongue, plus lots of cool cinema and music are in English and i cant understand the shit at all!" He huffed rather harshly but it just made her laugh even more. It was no secret to her that Ranma had picked up a liking for music in the last two weeks. Nabiki had an entire box of vynal and even some cassets that she'd let them listen to. Ranma's favorite had been Foreigner, Def Leppard and Junko Ohashi while she shared his enjoyment of Junko, she like Whitney Houstan and Bonnie Taylor with a mix of ACDC and Queen.

"You just wanna mess with your dad, dont you?" the look he sent her was far to innocent to be true but she just smiled and let him have his fun. Besides, it would be nice for them to talk in English every once in a while. She'd earned some pretty funny looks from Nabiki this last week when she fixed some of the word structure she used when speaking Japanese. She wasnt used to a gendered language, English words dont change depending upon who and what you're talking about nearly as much as Japanese did. Sure, the ending of a word can change the tense and pronounciation, but two completely different words that meant the same thing based on if you were a man or woman or even speaking to the other? It was very confusing to her and she fuddled it often.

"So how come you didn't bring your walking stick?" there was a tinge of worry to her friends tone but it was overplayed by his curiousity. It made her feel warm for the worry he showed for her.

Looking at her hand as it pressed along the hallway wall, her fingers spread wide and flat along the wooden surface, she feel the weight she pressed upon it and the slight strain in her wrist from the pressure. it slowed her walking pace but she didn't want to become reliant on her walking stick, it would be to easy to use it as a brace. This way, she could always step away from the wall for a few minutes and return if she felt weak. Plus, she just didn't want to have to carry another item all day.

"I just didn't want to stick out more than i already will." she smiled mischeviously over at him, "I dont want my horse to be to weighed down with my things, afterall".

That got her a choked cough, his drink probably went up his nose. He looked at her with a little bit of the milky substance dribbled down his chin.

"Funny." he deadpanned but the laughter in his eyes shone through, "Suppose i deserved that after this morning." he speed up some, his legs seeming to trot over so slightly.

She giggled as he used a napkin to clean himself up, he shoulder slightly tense as he blew his nose, and admired the new Uniform that they had been given by the Vice Principle. She'd asked Kasumi and Nabiki what to expected at Furenkin High School and had been startled by what she was told. Apparently, up until 1983, the school had used Gakuran and Sailor Fuku for their students. But with the increase in sukeban gang activity and the heavy modification of the uniforms, Furenkin had decided to embrass a more Western uniform. Supposedly, the Principle had a daughter that was looking to attend St. Hebereke's School for Girls and took inspiration from them. So, while Kasumi had a few years of school in the traditional uniform, her final year and all of Nabiki's time there had been in the new style.

And she couldn't help but like what she saw.

Standing at 170cm, Ranma stood before her in a long sleeved white dress shirt that he had tucked into a pair of smooth black dress pants with his sleeves rolled up towards his was also a Black silk tie that made him look very uncomfortable as she helped him put on. He had soft slippers on over his black socks and a Majenta coloured vest with a black shield that had what looked like a squirels face in the center. He also had a equally black blazer drapped across his shoulders, he said it was to stuffy for him to wear inside the school but he didn't want to be to disrespectful and stuff it in his bag. Altogether, he looks rather dashing.

Looking down at herself, she felt like she was wearing something similar to Hermione's Hogwarts Uniform, it was just missing the cloak. Like Ranma, She was wearing a White shirt but her was a blouse and had a rounded collar with a matching vest and blazer. Hers was a bit more fitted than his though. Underneath, she had a pleated white and red cotton skirt that went down to just above her knees and a pair of black thigh-high socks. It was a tad drafty with the coming cold season but no more than her kimonos had been.

Walking out of the small faculty washroom, Yui nervously fiddled with the hem of her blazer as she bit her lip. She seen herself in the mirror and couldn't help but notice the shallow parts of her face and how thin her neck still was. Her uniform was a tad loose on her, not by much but enough for her to notice that it was hanging on her ever so slightly. A wave of depression had rolled over her as she stared at the reflection. She still felt unwell whenever she saw herself and a ember of hate flared in her heart as she took in her reflection. She just couldn't understand why someone would have put a glamour on her to make it so she would appear healthy. She had been eating well enough, maybe not as much as Ron but definitely more that some of the other boys in her dorm. And yet, there had always felt like there was a ravenous beast lurking within her stomach. She could never seem to get her fill but didn't have the fortitude to gorge like some others did during their meals. But there was no reason for her to be so gasterdly unhealthy. Not with the yearly checkups she gotten from Madam Pomphrey, she'd have known there was something wrong with her! And yet, her sunken face told her otherwise.

"Wow, I thought the battle kimono suited you, but this looks even better." Ranma said as soon as she stepped out. His voice range from the left, as he casually sat along the edge of an empty desk.

Whipping her head up from looking at the floor, she stared at her friend in bewilderment. He had an soft but honest smile on his lips as he looked her over, inspecting every part of her that he could see. She felt his magic flare, rising throughout his being and settled into a warm aura that seemed to eminate from his body. He stepped toward her, his arms spread wide before pulling her in for a hug. In an instant, her past thoughts seemingly were washed away, leaving nothing but a comfortable warmth in her heart. His magic Aura seemed to fill her, from head to toe and settled around her own core. It tickled and she could feel her magic seemingly feeding his own as they touched. It felt nice and her body finally relax between his arms.

"You look nice too, very posh" he laughed, the vibration in his chest sending her cheeks a glow.

"What's posh?"

Smiling to herself and the feeling the small tug on her sleeve, she looked up her friend.

"Were here" Glancing above the door, she noted the sign that read 1-B and she gulped. His hand laid on her shoulder, bringing her eyes backtowards his own and she found herself swimming in his sky blue eyes, "Hey, we made it through the wilds of China with nothing but my pop as a guide and a few Mandorin lessons. We can do this!"

A sheepish expression flittered across her face before she took a slow deliberated breath and nodded. He was right, besides, he was a fully trained martial artists and she was a Wizard...well Witch right now but still Magical. They could make it through this, for hell or high water.