Hello, I'm back after many years. I'm a huge fan of the Tomoyo Daidouji and Eriol Hiiragizawa ship, and I'm also a Pottermore fan, so a crossover between the two is a passion project for me. The story is written from both Eriol and Tomoyo's points of view, with each chapter varying in length.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura or Harry Potter. I may include real-life characters in my story, such as lyrics from non-fictional musicians. After all, that's the fun of writing fanfiction, isn't it?

I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to review. I've used various AI writing tools for my writing, but I always welcome beta readers. English is not my native language, so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

PROLOGUE

August was winding down, and the new school year had begun. This marked my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, signifying that I would be facing my Ordinary Wizarding Level or OWL exams this year. The clock showed 6 in the morning as I lounged in my living room in London, still clad in the striped pyjamas I had recently acquired from Harrods. The shopping bag rested in the corner, not containing the pyjamas I initially bought, but a fresh set with the same pattern—a larger size designed for men. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I reflected on the cheesy nature of my purchase.

A few weeks prior, during my visit to Harrods to gather necessities for the upcoming school year, I stumbled upon a set of couple pajamas on the sale rack. They hailed from the spring-summer collection, boasting a 50% discount. The idea of acquiring a set for both a woman and a man, envisioning the sizes to match those of Sakura Kinomoto, my best friend, and her boyfriend, Syaoran Li, crossed my mind. 'A couple of pyjamas is always a delightful gift, especially for the upcoming Christmas,' I mused. The ones I chose featured navy stripes, simple and elegant in their natural fiber make. At the cashier, the persuasive saleswoman convinced me that if I purchased another set of couple pajamas, I would receive an additional discount—60% off for all four. The hell with me and shopping! Succumbing to the allure of the deal, I left Harrods that day not just with my school and dormitory needs but also with four sets of luxurious pajamas. The second pair, in red plaids, exuded a festive vibe perfect for Christmas and resonated with the essence of Sakura and Syaoran.

A playful thought crossed my mind, "I should find myself a man this Christmas to match these pajamas." And in my mind, there was only one candidate – Eriol Hiiragizawa. It had to be him because he always occupied my mind.

I couldn't help but blush at the idea of donning matching pajamas with him. The realization that I was giggling escaped me until my mom's voice broke through my reverie. "Isn't it too early to daydream, Tomoyo?" she remarked, taking a seat beside me.

"Tea, mom?" I offered, attempting to redirect the conversation.

"Today I prefer coffee, actually, but I'll get it at the station when we take you there. Is everything ready for school?" she inquired.

I nodded. "Only the last things, the shopping bags."

A playful smile crossed her face as she probed, "So who's the boy?"

"What boy?" I feigned confusion, though Eriol lingered in the recesses of my thoughts.

"The matching pyjamas, of course! Who's the lucky boy?"

"I'm not going to tell you, Mom. I'll probably let you know when I've gifted them. Maybe I'll give them to Professor Flitwick," I joked.

She chuckled, "Oh, come on, darling. Those aren't his size," pointing at the shopping bag. Our laughter bubbled up, sharing a moment of light heartedness. My mom, being well-acquainted with Professor Flitwick, knew that a muggle-born wizard like me would always be guided by Hogwarts staff during our first year, and our muggle parents or guardians must be briefed about the magical world behind ours. Since completing my first year, my mom would often inquire about the magical school, as the only child, I naturally shared everything, including tales of the half-goblin Professor Flitwick.

"Okay, Professor Longbottom then," I teased.

"He's married. Come on!"

"I promise I'll tell you when I've already given it to him. If, by any chance, I don't give it to him, consider it a rejection."

"How dare a boy reject my lovely daughter," she teased, embracing me. "Here's a piece of advice, take it easy this year. Don't study too hard. Enjoy your youth. Go chase the boy you like!"

I giggled, replying, "Don't worry, my dear mama. I will have the best year and, of course, the best score." Our banter, filled with sarcasm, was the thread that wove through our lives, making our world even more cheerful.

There I was, seated in one of the cabins on the Hogwarts Express, heading to Hogwarts, of course. My mom accompanied me to King's Cross station, but she couldn't pass the 9 ¾ platform. So, we waited for Syaoran to assist me in bringing all my luggage. He always quipped, 'How many houses are you bringing this year?'

Inside the cabin, Sakura and Syaoran were settled across from me, engrossed in a Korean drama on his iPad. In this modern wizarding age, individuals like us, who navigated both the Muggle and magical realms, frequently carried Muggle technology to Hogwarts. However, there were restrictions. Gadgets were forbidden in class or training, and recording magical activities for social media was strictly off-limits. This played to the advantage of wizards like us in Muggle Studies class, where we excelled.

Feeling a bit drowsy, I plugged in my earphones to listen to some music. I had been curating a special playlist inspired by Eriol Hiiragizawa, my crush, who had been on social media for a few months. To maintain his privacy, he limited his circle to wizards only. Fortunately, I could follow his social page, even though he hadn't followed me back. It seemed like he was still figuring out how social media worked. He shared pictures of places he had been to and music he was listening to, and I created a playlist from those posts. His music taste stood out, particularly when he posted a piece from a famous Kpop boy group, not their latest hit, but a B-side from an earlier, less-known album. The song, fully in English, had a melody unlike other upbeat Kpop tunes. I found myself obsessing over the playlist I created. Once, I shuffled the playlist and the harmony I listened to was indescribable.

Despite my music-induced drowsiness, I set up push notifications for Eriol's social media posts. Just as I was about to drift off, the anticipated notification jolted me awake. It was a video! I screamed at the top of my lungs in my head. Eriol had placed his phone beside a piano keyboard, capturing fingers dancing over the keys, playing a melody. Initially struggling to identify the song, I realized it was the latest hit from the aforementioned Kpop group that was played everywhere in the Muggle world, but transformed by Eriol's arrangement.

I was mind blown. The upbeat mix of pop and rock, with a fast beat, had been slowed down, offering a unique and softer perspective. Eriol's arrangement turned the song meaning from winning, dominating and pride into an appreciation of the blessings and achievements, as if the singer were grateful for their success. It was a delightful treat for my ears.

Unfortunately, the video abruptly ended when his phone fell on the piano keys. I couldn't help but wonder why he was still at home. Shouldn't he be at Hogwarts already—or at least on his way? My mind was preoccupied, and I became wide-awake with curiosity.

I found myself consumed with tasks—tidying up my dorm, organizing everything meticulously, and diligently tackling additional homework. While fellow students revelled in the early days of the school year, exploring the nooks of Hogwarts, I sought solace in the serene emptiness of the library. There, I claimed the largest table, spreading my books and notes, relishing the freedom to study in my casual attire instead of the obligatory uniform. Amidst this contentment, a subtle sense of absence gnawed at me, though I struggled to pinpoint its source.

The eagerly awaited first day of the school year had dawned, marking the return of the Sorting ceremony. It was a thrilling time as we witnessed the Sorting Hat in action, revealing the destinies of new students. Engrossed in my personal guessing game, I tried to predict which house each student would be sorted into, often with little success. Sorting was not my forte; the Sorting Hat's wisdom eluded me.

With each resounding shout of a house name, memories of my own Sorting flooded back. Gryffindor— the triumphant echo that had marked the beginning of my Hogwarts journey. As I reminisced about that pivotal moment, my thoughts wandered to a particular boy who followed me in the Sorting Hat ritual, the one with the endearingly messy hair—Eriol Hiiragizawa. A realization struck me; I hadn't seen him since our arrival at Hogwarts a couple of days ago. Concern crept in— "Where could he be?" I wondered.

The following day, a leisurely Sunday unfolded, a collective agreement among everyone to indulge in a few extra hours of sleep. Aware of the impending chill, I decided to seize the morning with my broomstick. Despite the strict prohibition against flying indoors, I ventured into the deserted hallways, finding solace in the absence of onlookers. One foot on the broom paddle, I floated along, revelling in the silent rebellion.

Upon reaching the Castle Ground and making my way to the Training Grounds, I noticed a group approaching the castle. Adult figures mixed among them, a peculiar sight without any accompanying teachers or staff. Slytherin students from the castle shouted, "Eriol!"

Curiosity arresting my steps, I turned to witness Eriol in a levitating chair—a magical equivalent of a wheelchair. Accompanying him were a woman, whom I presumed to be his mother, pushing the chair lightly, and a man carrying suitcases. Eriol, standing with assistance, revealed a bandaged right foot. Questions lingered about the nature of injuries that resisted magical healing.

Three Slytherin students, familiar faces from Eriol's usual company, joined his entourage. One took charge of the suitcases, while the other two prepared to carry Eriol. As he stood up, Eriol embraced the lady, showcasing a deep bond between them. His mother, with shoulder-length almost-black hair and a stylish black beret, possessed a striking beauty with sharp facial features and undoubtedly blue eyes—akin to Eriol's. The family resemblance was evident in his strong jawline, though his height surpassed hers. I wondered, 'Since when did he become so tall?'

I observed the heartfelt exchange between Eriol and his mother, a tableau of maternal affection and genuine love. A smile involuntarily graced my face as they bid each other farewell. When Eriol shifted his gaze toward the castle, our eyes briefly locked. Despite my worries for him, a surge of joy filled me at the sight of those four blue eyes—his and his mother's.

In that moment, Eriol's unwavering love for his mother became more than just an endearing scene; it resonated within me as one of the reasons why I found myself drawn to him. The sincerity and depth of his affection illuminated a side of him that transcended the magical world's complexities, and in those simple expressions of love, a connection formed that went beyond the ordinary. As I leaped and pranced towards the training ground—hoping my moment of joy went unnoticed—the realization settled, his genuine love for family had become a unique thread woven into the tapestry of reasons why I fell for him.