So, I've been re-watching all of the To Aru franchise as of late following the "Chronexology" done by Misty Chronexia. If you yourself want to watch it, I'll leave the link to it here: (YouTube) watch?v=VHDZbbanqTo. It follows the chronological order of events as portrayed in both anime series as well as the movies (but not the manga or light novels, that's another nightmare for another time). And while doing so, I had an idea. What if I Rule 63'd (gender swapping) Harry Potter and said Harry is Mikoto Misaka, aka the Railgun?

I've seen several different interpretations of this franchise when crossing it over with the HP universe. One of which is one where Harry is the Accelerator, this specific one made by Rage Addiction called "A Certain Scientific Accelerator, may also be a wizard" (id: 11635055). I found that one to be quite decent and interesting despite the fact that it hasn't been updated since 2016.

That aside, how am I going to do this, you might be asking yourself? Well, I had to do a lot of thinking prior to writing this all down but I think I got it. So here's what I was thinking originally: a fem!Harry was abandoned in Japan after the events that took place on that fateful Halloween night. After that, she was adopted and grew up as the Mikoto Misaka that we all know and love. But I decided to do something completely different. Perhaps this could be a differnent idea for another time.

After doing a lot of thinking on this, I had to decide after what arc this would take place after. There are quite a few arcs in this franchise. There are a few that are exclusive to A Certain Scientific Railgun and others that are exclusive to A Certain Magical Index, and some that cross over with both with one providing more context that may have been missing from Index that was explained more in Railgun (and some that lead into one another). But after much consideration, I have decided to place this fic after the "Skill-Out Uprising" arc. Now, there are a few issues concerning this in canon as there's a lot of story arcs that happen after this that have only taken place in the Railgun and Index light novels, so consider this an alternate universe divergence from canon post "Skill-Out Uprising". So, in other words, nothing in the To Aru-verse will happen after Skill-Out Uprising until a clichéd plot device that's been used in HP based fanfics for a long time now happens. If you do want to take a peek at the arcs that are in the To Aru-verse, you can check it out on the anime's wiki, yes, it has one; it's web address is toarumajutsunoindex. wikia wiki/Unified_Story_Timeline. And if you're interested there's a graphical timeline at the bottom of the page. So, TL;DR, this takes place post-season 2 of the Index anime.

I decided to involve the following characters in this story (pilot) from the To Aru series as being actively involved, not appearing for support at certain points or to make commentary:
Mikoto Misaka (obviously), MISAKA Sister 10032 (and by extension the MISAKA network), Touma Kamijou, Index, Shirai Kuroko, Styil Magnus.

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my laptop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and the To Aru franchise belongs to Kamachi Kazuma and the artists for the mangas (as there are different ones for Index, Railgun, and Accelerator). See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

Did you know that there's a Railgun PSP game as well as an Index PSP game? Cool, huh?

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

Narration.

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A day in the life of one Mikoto Misaka was a strange one, even for her. She lived in Academy City, a city that was literally a city of schools where a good eighty percent of the population were students. She had a best friend and roommate that excessively obsessed over her to the point of being beyond creepy. She was rivals/friends with an older boy who somehow could survive being electrocuted by her with only his right hand. Said boy's roommate was a girl who supposedly holds the knowledge of over one hundred thirty thousand books filled with forbidden knowledge. She has ten thousand clones of herself that call her sister, around a few dozen at the most that actually still live in Academy City. And the piece de resistance? She was a Level 5 Electromaster Esper that went by the nickname Railgun. Quite the abnormal life, wouldn't you say? Strange in so many ways. However, she would rethink that statement after finding out new information. But how rude of me, perhaps we should start at the beginning of this tale. It all started a little like this.

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Academy City, Tokiwadai Middle School.

Today felt off to Mikoto and she didn't know why. It had been a while since she had felt like this. It wasn't like the time when she had found out about both Project: Radio Noise and Project: Level 6 Shift, those had outright made her feel sick to her stomach when she found out about them. Nor was it the same feeling of off-ness that she felt during the whole STUDY situation. The last time this feeling came about was about four years ago. It had been an average midsummer's day in Academy City at the dorm she lived in during her time in grade school. During that time, she looked out of her window to see owls sitting on telephone wires just… staring at her. It was disturbing. So, she fried them with her low powered (at the time) railgun skill. Oddly enough the smell of burning owl smelled a lot like rotisserie chicken. After picking a couple dozen owls with ball bearings she removed from a lazy-susan that had been broken they left her alone. She didn't see another owl, except for the occasional barn owl that would stalk mice at night that she'd spot every now and again, again.

But that had been almost four years ago to this date and no other oddities, excluding those that happened around Touma Kamijou, had happened since. But now that same feeling had returned. That same feeling of wrongness. However, unlike the first time which had been in the summer, it was now late October. The only notable event that was coming up was Halloween, a holiday that wasn't widely observed in Japan, and by extent Academy City as it was a Western holiday rooted in Western religions. The next major holiday event that was widely observed was Christmas but that wouldn't be for almost two months. Did she miss someone's birthday?

Mikoto looked over her shoulder to glace at Shirai to see if she was giving her any dirty looks. She knew what to look for, her roommate had a very specific look to her when she was thinking inappropriately. Seeing that she wasn't giving her a dirty look she faced forward once more as she walked towards Tokiwadai.

"Sissy?" Kuroko asked with her head cocked. "Is there something wrong?"

Mikoto could only sigh as her friend kept getting more and more worked up. "Nothing, Kuroko," Mikoto replied.

Kuroko could only raise a slight eyebrow at her self-proclaimed sister. "Are you sure? You've been acting pretty odd since this morning."

"It's nothing."

"It sure doesn't seem like nothing."

"You're imagining things," Mikoto said as she and Kuroko crossed the street that was across from Tokowadai.

Kuroko pouted and hummed. "Well, the last time you acted this way was a few months ago when you started disappearing at night a lot."

That got Mikoto to pause in step right before continuing on. Kuroko definitely noticed that misstep. However, Kuroko didn't say anything as they walked into school. She did keep a close eye on her roommate and friend (and self-proclaimed lover) the entirety of the day. As for Mikoto, as the day went on, the feeling that she was having wasn't going away. In fact, the gut feeling she was having was getting worse. If she was going, to be honest, she had been having a slight gut feeling ever since the previous day, but it was easily ignored. Kind of like fluorescent bulbs when they made that buzzing noise. Today she just couldn't ignore it.

Luckily for her, the day passed with little fanfare. When she did eventually start walking home she was left alone with her thoughts due to Kuroko needing to do her Judgement duties. As she walked home she heard the meowing of a kitten. She looked down to see a little black cat. But this was no ordinary cat as there were only two cats that could stand to be around her. The first was that calico cat that Index girl always carried around with her named Sphinx. The second was a cat named Dog. That cat hung around MISAKA Sister 10032. This happened to be that cat.

"Greetings, Misaka says as she waves her right arm in greeting," the Misaka sister said with her hand raised. "It appears you have something on your mind, Misaka adds as she sees how distracted nee-san appears and cocks her head to the side."

Mikoto could only sigh at the verbal antics of her clone. The one who designated herself 10032 was one of the few Sisters that she had regular contact with. "There's nothing bothering me," Mikoto lied.

"You lie horribly, Misaka says as she only barely examines her nee-san's face for the treachery of lies while waving her hand flippantly." The Sister's face was absolutely stoic in the way it looked. That same look that the first Sister that she had come across had after eating her ice cream; the one that she put the Gekota button on. "Nee-san should set a good example by telling the truth, Misaka says with a sense of moral authority while nodding her head."

Mikoto could only sigh. "Fine, I know you wouldn't go telling others things that get spoken between us."

"Misaka would do no such thing, Misaka says in reassurance, promising that she won't tell anyone."

Mikoto leaned against the wall that the Sister was standing near. She let out another long sigh as to buy some time to thoroughly think her words through. "I've been feeling… uneasy as of late. Primarily today. All day today, I've been feeling as if something bad was going to happen."

"Number 10044 thinks you should relax more, Misaka says reassuringly. Number 10099 suggests going out on the town tomorrow to distract yourself from this feeling, Misaka suggests earnestly and sincerely. Misaka agrees with Number 10099's assessment."

Mikoto thought about that suggestion. Going out on a Saturday? It had been a while since she had done that for fun. When was the last time that she did genuinely did it for fun? After the Daihasei Festival after the whole Tree Diagram Remnant incident or the while space elevator ordeal. Roughly around the time that Touma returned from his mysterious trip to Italy. Things had just been so crazy lately. She had heard of the invasion that had been attempted recently as well as the opportunists of Skill-Out using the aftermath of the chaos to sew more chaos of their own. It was like she hadn't had any real rest for the last few weeks. And not the sleeping kind of rest, she had plenty of that. The relaxing kind of rest where you just took the day off and did nothing.

"You know what? You're right," Mikoto admitted. "It would be nice to take a day off just to think about nothing."

"Of course, Misaka is right, Misaka says smugly with a slight grin," the Sister responded with said expression. "Misaka thinks you should take someone else with you too, Misaka says feigning innocence while harboring her own agenda, hoping that Big Sister notices that Misaka is implying herself to be that someone else."

Mikoto could only stare at her sister, she had that same 'derpy', innocent face on once more. There was one big advantage of the Sisters' lack of subtlety, they always said what their intentions were as well as the normal subtleties that would be expressed facially or bodily. When they said it, they meant it even if they could not emotionally express the emotions they have to vocalize.

"Did you want to come along?" Mikoto asked.

"Misaka would love to, Misaka says joyfully seeing that her plotting has paid off to spend time with Big Sister."

She could only sigh at the enthusiasm the Sister vocalized. "Meet me at the gate of the Tokiwadai dorm I'm in at 8 am." She then paused before adding, "And can you dress is something other than my school uniform?" She and the other Sisters did wear the same uniform that she did, causing a few bouts of mistaken identity.

"Of course, Misaka says reassuringly. We are masters of disguise, Misaka boasts while placing her hands on her hips."

Mikoto could only raise an eyebrow at that. 'The Sisters, masters of disguise? This is something that I have to see,' she thought to herself (1). "Fine, don't be late," Mikoto said as she walked once more towards her dorm.

"Farewell, Misaka says as she bids farewell, waving her hand," the Sister said.

That night, Mikoto had the strangest dream. Or, well, it was more like a series of dreams. First, she was in a crib for some reason with a baby boy next to her. Then, there were sounds of fighting. The door exploded open and a man in a hooded robe pointed a stick at her and the boy and muttered some kind of bastardized Latin, what followed was a flash of green light. There was the large sound of an explosion and then she felt adrift, like driftwood on the ocean current.

Then, the oddest thing happened, she hears a young girl's voice, she couldn't have been any older than high school age based on the pitch alone. "Look at you, so vibrant and full of life," she said. "You don't belong here. Not yet, at least. Everyone is due here one day, but you aren't. This will be difficult, but I'm sure HE would understand the circumstances. As they say, necessity is the mother of invention." (2).

Then she felt weight once more and her eyes opened to see the face of her panicking mother who suddenly looked relieved. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" her mother shouted both angrily and in relief. As if a great tragedy had just been averted.

She barely remembered this, but what had happened? Oh, right. She had tried to use her power to try and charge a battery on her favorite handheld device for the first time and it exploded in her face, literally. Apparently, she had just barely zapped the battery, and the small lithium-based battery blew up. Her heart had stopped that day but had been restarted by the doctors. Amazingly, she only spent the week in this one particular hospital recovering with a certain frog-faced doctor heading it. Although, she barely remembered it. After all, it was in her early childhood.

From there the visuals just got more and more bizarre. Unlike the previous memory that was a reliving of a past event, that being the 'Misaka family battery incident', these weren't anything that she remembered. There was a giant… thing that reminded her of that golem that almost hurt Index months and months ago, or at least so she was told as she wasn't there for it. It was massive, it smelled like an unclean public bathroom, and it looked angry that she was standing in front of it. It had a massive club that it swung at her, her body acted on its own, as if she were just there for the ride, and ducked out of the way. When she turned around, there was a mirror that she approached, once more against her will. When she did walk up to it, she saw that she wasn't her, but some Raven-haired boy around the age of ten who could stand to lose some weight. The mirrored image reached into his pocket and revealed some kind of red stone and then placed it back inside it, she then felt a rock-like substance in her pocket. What she saw next was what could only be described as a man with two faces. Literally in this case. He had one face where it should have been which looked normal despite the fact that he was bald and a noseless freak of a face on the BACK of his head. Then, he laid his grubby, greasy, sweaty hands on her in an attempt to strangle her; but they started to burn. As if she were disintegrating him on a molecular level. Finally, the mentally scarring visual ended with the two-headed man blowing away as he became dust.

The scene shifted to a giant snake that was larger than anything she had seen before. It had to be at least sixty meters long, if not longer. In her hand was a sword that had a jewel in the pommel. Once more, she acted as if she was a passenger and ran at the giant snake, which she noted looked blinded as there were claw marks where its eyes were supposed to be that was currently gushing blood. She ran the sword through the snake's mouth, the blade entering the brain, killing it. She felt a burning pain in her arm to see the snake's fang sticking in her arm. The pain was unbearable, and all the while some black-haired, older teen who was gloating over her being injected with some killer venom that the snake's fang had. She ripped the fang out of her arm and drove it into the leather-bound journal. What she didn't expect to happen was the teen to scream in pain as black ichor started to flow out of the book, almost like the consistency of ink. She stabbed it into the book over and over again seeing that the teen was in pain. Every time she stabbed the journal, a beam of light would appear on the teen's body. Finally, all that was left was light and the teen exploded into light. She then passed out and the scene shifted once again. She could have sworn that there was a three-headed, massively sized hound in there too, but she wasn't certain.

This time, Mikoto was on a train. But not a metro car, but what looked like a very Western-style, steam coach car. She could tell based on the slower speed of the train. The metros in Academy City and the rest of Japan were quite fast due to the need for getting as many people to places as fast as possible. This wasn't a train car meant for efficiency, but for comfort. Inside the current two bench seating area were two other teens that looked to be about Shirai's age as she was to take a ballpark estimate. There was a brunette that, when she spoke sounded a lot like one of those 'know-it-all' types; Mikoto already disliked her. Oh, don't get her wrong, she had a lot of smart friends, like Uiharu, but she knew how to be personable about it, even downplaying it at times. Humble, that was the word. The second was a red-headed boy the same age. He was currently stuffing his face with some kind of snack-like candy or something. She thought it looked like an animated frog or something. If no one else was going to react to that oddness, why would she? That boy, though, he was messy and ate like a child starving, despite the fact that he looked like he could lose a few kilos. She was disgusted by his lack of mannerisms at all. But yet, here they were, sitting in the same compartments as friends.

The next thing that happened chilled her to the bone, literally. There was an unnatural chill in the air as windows started to frost over when the cabin was more then comfortable at nice, warm temperature. Even the outdoor temperature was chilly just because it was raining, but otherwise was easily staved off with a light coat or hoodie. The inter so temperature kept getting colder and colder until everyone's breath could be seen. Soon enough, the cause of the sudden chill appeared. It had the appearance of a floating robed figure that looked creepy as sin. It turned towards her only for her to experience a set of visions, primarily pertaining to a green flash and a scream of an older woman. She passed out, but as she did she heard the words "Expecto Patronum" being said as a silver flash. When she awoke, the two kids had chocolate bars and were eating them, and as she regained consciousness one was placed in front of her as well.

There was one final duo of scenes. The first was of a great field with many tents in it, like some kind of massive campout. She felt excited and said excitement was directed towards a stadium-like structure standing in the center of all the tents. She breathed in the clean air of the forest clearing only to smell lots of different foods from all around the world. Her mouth watered at the different smells. The scene seemed to fast-forward as she ate those foods, some were great where others weren't. But finally, she was inside the stadium, and what she saw outright confused her. There was what were clearly the competitors flying around on brooms of all things. And they weren't moving slowly, they were whipping around at breakneck speeds and flying well above ten meters above the ground if not higher. The game she observed passed by quickly as she saw some interesting sights such as the mascots for the two teams; that being leprechauns of all things and these creatures of extreme beauty that looked like supermodels. They made her feel more inadequate than normal in the body image department. But soon enough, the game was over and she was back inside 'tent city' exhausted from the multi-hour-long match. In fact, she was so exhausted that she collapsed into the soft bed almost immediately. However, that relief didn't last long as there was a shrill shriek of terror from a woman somewhere a distance away, but still close enough to be inside tent city. She was pulled outside to see the city in flames, black figures in hooded robes not dissimilar in style to ones worn by a certain group in the Deep South of the United States.

She saw those people in the robes juggling three other people, a man, a woman, and a child (clearly a family) with a telekinetic power while laughing joyfully. Others lit tents on fire and laughed just as gleeful. This group of people was clearly doing this to get their rocks off as no one else that wasn't dressed like them were joining in on the 'fun'. She was about to move and help the two but was pulled along by the brunette and redhead towards the tree line. She wanted to fight against them to help but was unable to. Once more she was a passenger on this ride, unable to actually do anything. After what seemed like they ran forever, the night's sky lit up and there in the sky was a skull with a snake coming out of the jaw.

There was one final scene, once more she was inside that castle, but this time she was in the dining hall. Or, at least she thought so as there was food on the tables and there was a gaggle of students there. So, dining hall. Everyone was enjoying themselves. The redhead was stuffing his face, and she was doing the same too. There was a loud clapping noise and at the head of the tables, where all the teachers sat (at least that's what she hoped, at least) a Gandalf or Merlin lookalike stood up to make announcements.

"It is with great sympathy that I must announce that this year will be a very strange, yet interesting one for you. First of all, the House Cup will be temporarily suspended for this year, however, punishments will be augmented to suit the offense," he announced. There was some grumbling. Primarily from one group that LOVED winning. "In addition to that is that we will also be canceling the Quidditch matches for the year." THIS got a lot more of an uproar than the cancellation of the House Cup. In fact, two redheaded twins shot up. The redhead in front of him was enraged as well. Apparently, Quidditch was a very well-loved sport here. "There is a reason to this as we have the opportunity this year to host a wondrous event."

"No way!" one of the twins shouted in shock.

"This year we have the great honor of hosting the Triwizard Tournament!"

Mikoto's eyes snapped open and she bolted up in bed with a gasp, her breathing faster than it should have been. She looked at her hands and started feeling her body. It only took checking between the legs to ensure that she wasn't in that… dream? It was too realistic. It's said in dreams that you can't read words in books or texts and that at times it can be outright absurd as the mind is processing information from when it was awake. The features of the people were TOO sharp, the images TOO vivid, the speech TOO clear. It was clear this wasn't a dream, or was it? It wasn't that long ago when she had found out about that dream machine that could both influence dreams and makes them a reality, but that was destroyed so it couldn't be that.

She looked at the clock to see that it was still early in the morning, more than an hour to when she would normally wake up. That time was plenty to shower, get dressed, and get ready for the day. She sighed seeing that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for any impactful amount of time and decided to just get up. She quickly got dressed in a set of workout clothes which didn't take long at all. As she left the dorm, the looked at Shirai's face to see that it had a blush on it, Mikoto could easily guess what SHE was dreaming about; to that, she rolled her eyes.

Mikoto had decided to go for a jog to clear her head. It was still early, but students were allowed to leave at this time as some did have odd schedules as some had odd jobs they did for extra cash or their class schedule was just odd in general. Of course, though, the curfew was still in effect and still needed a pass that was signed off on if you needed to be out later than curfew.

The jog was uneventful, surprising isn't it, all things considered, and who she was? There were very few people on the sidewalks near her dorm, nor were there many people on the road. The sidewalks were mostly populated by the cleaning robots that roamed endlessly, searching for trash to clean up. This lack of people allowed her mind to wander as she thought about the 'dream' once more. There were a few red flags that popped out at her, now that she had the chance to think about them. Why was there another boy in the crib? She definitely didn't have a brother, but she did have ten thousand Sisters. The green light? The woman's voice? What was that all about? She remembered the hospital and the frog-faced doctor. In fact, it was him that really got her obsession with Gekota going in the first place as he gave her a little plush doll of the character. And plus, you know, he looks like a frog.

The hospital was definitely a memory, but the crib, the hooded figure, the voice, all the events in that castle, and 'tent city'? Those she had no idea about. The person whom she was watching through was definitely around the same age as her meaning she herself couldn't have experienced them, assuming that they weren't just her mind creating them or them being implanted into her dreams in some kind of Academy City Experiment™ (3) she had signed up for without knowing it; like with Project: Radio Noise.

She shook her head and broke out into a sprint, trying to metaphorically outrun those thoughts. It worked as they were nothing more than little blips on her current mental radar. An hour passed before she returned to the dorm and entered it. She tried to close the door to her shared room carefully, but it squeaked and Shirai noticed.

"Sissy?" she asked groggily. "Is that you?"

"Y-yeah," Mikoto replied nervously.

Shirai sat up and looked at Mikoto, her sleepiness slowly melting away. As that sleepiness melted away, she noticed Mikoto's current state of dress. "Why are you in your gym clothes?"

Mikoto looked down at her clothes and then back to Shirai. It was no use to try and lie. "I decided to go for an early morning run," she shrugged.

She narrowed her eyes at Mikoto. "You never go for an early morning run."

Mikoto's eyes darted to the side. "Well, I decided to go for one today."

"Something's not right."

"W-what are you talking about? E-everything's alright!" Mikoto nervously replied. Shirai kept her eyes narrowed at Mikoto, keeping the uncomfortable amount of silence going. Minutes went by with absolute silence and uncomfortableness. That is until Mikoto finally broke down. "Fine! I had a bad dream and couldn't get to sleep again so I decided to go for a run."

Shirai's eyes widened, thinking of the same thing that Mikoto did. "You don't think that they rebuilt the dream machine, do you?"

"No, that wasn't it. It was something else."

"Something else?"

Mikoto nodded. "It felt much different than that whole ordeal. There… really isn't any other way to really describe it other than different." Shirai continued to look at her all worried like. "Don't worry about it, it was just a dream," Mikoto reassured her friend.

"Well, if you say so," Shirai replied, still concerned. She got off the bed and walked towards their shared bathroom. "Just remember, I'm here if you need someone to talk to."

The door closed and Mikoto muttered to herself, "There's nothing to be worried about, it was just an odd dream."

Luckily, for Mikoto's sake, the rest of the morning continued on without fanfare. She got dressed in her Tokowadai uniform as she was required to even if the school was not in session. She thought it was an annoying rule, but she understood the reasoning behind it; she was a representative, and walking advertisement, for Tokowadai as an ambassador was for their home country, you wanted it represented well. She looked in the mirror and was satisfied with how she looked. As she was about to head out Shirai came out of the bathroom still dressed in a towel.

"Where are you going?" she asked (see: demanded).

"Out for a bit, I'm just going to take a day off and relax," Mikoto honestly responded. "After everything that has gone on, I need a day off. A legitimate day off."

Shirai could sympathize with her. There were days when she worked at Judgement when she was involved in cases in which she wished that she got a day off. Cases like the Level Upper case, that was one extremely annoying set of cases. She smirked at her self-proclaimed sister's willingness to take a day off and just relax. "So, what were you planning on doing?" she asked.

"Just going to an arcade for a bit."

She narrowed her eyes at Mikoto. "You aren't planning on cheating, are you?"

"No! Of course not!" Mikoto shouted in retort. "Why would you think I would cheat?"

Shirai raised an eyebrow at her. "Because you can hack into any system using your Electromaster powers?"

"Well, I won't cheat! There's a certain professionalism that exists in arcades. It's all about skill in the game, not if you can cheese it. What kind of person do you think I am?"

Shirai smiled and replied, "That's what I was hoping you would say. Have fun. Who are you meeting with, anyway?"

"A friend," Mikoto said as she closed the door to the dorm.

Shirai could only think of a few people that met that description. "She couldn't mean… could she?" she thought out loud as she raced to her dresser to get dressed in her own Tokowadai uniform as quickly as possible. She got a weird gleam in her eye as she thought about her 'sister'. "I'm going to follow her and if some guy thinks he's going to get fresh with my sissy he's sadly mistaken!" Fully dressed, she disappeared as she teleported to keep an eye on her 'sister' as 'out of sight' as she could.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, a certain Level 0 sneezed.

Mikoto walked outside her dorm building to see a long, raven-haired girl wearing inconspicuous clothing that would have seemed normal by all standards. However, she knew who it was, it was the Sister. How did she know? There were two big tells. The first of which was the eyes; they were the same 'lifeless' eyes that she associated with the Misaka Sisters as no one else had them. The other giveaway? The 'night vision' goggles that she had on her head. Somehow though, this didn't surprise her in the slightest.

"Misaka," Mikoto greeted.

"Gasp, Misaka gasps as Misaka was certain that her disguise was foolproof!" the Sister said, her arms held defensively as if she was actually exposed. "How did nee-san see through our disguise? Misaka requests the pertinent information from her sister."

Mikoto pointed to her head and replied, "The goggles and the eyes."

"Misaka sees, Misaka says as she slams a closed fist into her other open palm in realization and understanding. What does nee-san think of the rest of our disguise, Misaka asks innocently, as Misaka looks as innocent as possible with her hands behind her back."

"It's fine. Normal, even."

"Misaka sees, Misaka observes her nee-san's reply. Misaka will take this into consideration for future outings of all Sisters, Misaka says mindfully."

Mikoto could only pinch the bridge of her nose. "Let's just… get going."

"Affirmative, Misaka replies. We are burning daylight, Misaka says quoting some long-dead person. Where are we going? Misaka asks acting excitedly like the 'sister' archetype from the manga that Misaka used as research material."

"To the arcade."

Fortunately, for Mikoto the trip to the arcade was silent. Although, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Cue a sneezing certain teleporter who panicked at the thought that she had been heard. She also couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that the dream had left her with earlier this morning. When they arrived at the arcade, it sure wasn't empty; obviously, because it was the weekend. The two took a seat at a 'battle' arcade cabinet, that being a game with two linked cabinets where the players would play against each other as long as both paid at the same time; or roughly thereabouts.

"Misaka will destroy you, Misaka announces confidently as Misaka prepares for battle," the Sister stated.

Mikoto prepared for an easy win. After all, when did the Sisters have time to play video games? Three consecutive games and losses at records speed later, Mikoto's mouth was agape. She lost. No matter what she did, she lost.

"Misaka has won, Misaka declares as Misaka declares victory," the Sister stated. "The Network sends their congratulations to Misaka's victory."

"How did…?" Mikoto thought aloud. "The Network!" she said in realization. She stood up and pointed at the Sister. "You cheated!"

"Misaka did not cheat, Misaka defends herself while crossing her arms. Misaka did not consult the Network on how to predict your actions and react in turn, Misaka attempts to mislead the Original with an 'innocent' face."

Mikoto ground her teeth as a few arcs of electricity sparked off of her and as she growled. "Touma, Touma, over here!" a young voice called. A certain short girl wearing a white and gold nun's habit rounded the set of claw machines with a cat hiding in the neck of said habit. She didn't look but said certain nun's speaking was followed by another person.

"Oh, biribiri-chan is here too," a certain level 0 stated. Mikoto snapped towards the voice of Touma to glare at him. He was currently rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"I'm not a bug zapper and quit calling me one!" Mikoto shouted indignantly as more arcs of electricity sparked off of her.

"Misaka advises calm, Misaka says while standing up and attempts to be a mediator by holding her hands in the air in a 'stop' motion," the Sister said.

Touma turned to see the Misaka Sister. It was hard to mistake her for anyone else other than a Sister just based on her speech pattern alone. "Oh, you're here too," he said. He then noticed the change in hair color and length. "You changed your hair. I almost didn't recognize you."

"You noticed, Misaka remarks as Misaka acts like a shy schoolgirl. But fear not, Misaka adds with confidence. Behold, it is Misaka, Misaka says as Misaka removes the wig covering Misaka's head." The Sister removed the wig in an overly dramatic fashion revealing her similarly cut hair that Mikoto had. "Misaka is happy that the Savior has noticed her, Misaka remarks."

All Touma could do was rub the back of his head again while replying, "Savior… right…"

"What are you doing here, idiot?" Mikoto asked haughtily.

"Will you stop calling me an idiot?" Touma asked.

"I will once you stop calling me a bug zapper!" she shouted back. She then cleared her throat. "What are you doing here, Kamijou?" she asked sounded agitated but respectfully.

"Index wanted to come to the arcade for some plush of a character that she saw on TV. Apparently, it's in these machines here."

"Oh, is that all?" Mikoto stuttered. She thought differently, like that he was following her.

"So, what are you and…" he trailed.

"Misaka number 10032, Misaka finishes the Savior's sentence," the Sister finished.

"Thirty-two," Touma continued, "doing here?"

"Can't I come to the arcade with my Sister for no reason other than to hang out with her?" Mikoto overexplained.

"Technically, since Misaka is connected to the Network Big Sister is spending time with all of the Sisters at once as Misaka is sharing the experiences and memories in real time, Misaka explains succinctly. Last Order is particularly amused at Big Sister's loss. She relays that Accelerator is annoyed with her as he normally is, Misaka adds."

"Of course, he is," Mikoto said with a lopsided grin. Accelerator was annoyed with EVERYONE, he just put up with Last Order for some reason or another. No one really asked for his reasoning, they just let Accelerator be Accelerator.

Index came up to Touma pulling at his arm. "Touma, Touma, win me that plushie!" she ordered the much older boy.

"Right, right. Give me a second," Touma said to the nun. Then, he just paused as if gripped by some invisible force keeping him in place. "Hey, does anyone else feel unusually staticky? Like your hair is standing on end?"

Everyone turned to look at Mikoto who only responded with, "What? Don't look at me. I'm not doing this." There was a moment of silence before Mikoto started feeling that too, but she wasn't using her Electromaster ability. "What the-?" she asked as she looked down and saw that she was starting to glow.

"Touma!" Index shouted. "Quickly, touch her!" Index pointed towards Mikoto.

"What!?" Touma asked in confusion.

"There's a magical influence over her! Now, touch her with your right hand!"

Touma lunged forward and grabbed Mikoto's shoulder with his right hand and the aura immediately disappeared with the sound of shattering glass. "Index, what do you mean 'magical influence'?" Touma asked as he let go of Mikoto.

Index hummed to herself as she started thinking, digging through her memory to find any grimoire that recorded this signature of magic. "It felt like summoning magic."

"Summoning magic?" Mikoto asked.

"Yes. It is a type of magic that is used to summon objects or persons over vast distances. There are variants that are used for short distances but the one that appeared around you was intended for long distances," Index explained.

"Who would be trying to summon you?" Touma asked Mikoto.

"How the heck should I know? I know very little about magic other than it exists!" Mikoto replied.

"Alert! Misaka warns, pointing to a circle of light on the ground," the Sister said pointing towards a spot on the ground.

What had appeared was a circle of light around the group of the 'Kamijou Faction' present in the Arcade the same shade that had been emanating from Mikoto just a few moments before. Before Index could tell Touma to cancel it out with Imagine Breaker, he started to move. However, he would not reach the closest 'line' in time. To everyone outside the circle of light, it got brighter until there was only what could be described as a flash-bang level of light. When it cleared there was an entire chunk of missing ground where the people used to be. Even an arcade machine was cut in half, its exposed and still plugged in wires sparking. A certain Level 4 teleporter was freaking out as she dialed Judgement and Anti-Skill for assistance for an abduction case. But for Mikoto, Misaka, Touma, and Index the experience was different.

For these poor souls, they felt like they were on a rocket blasting off into space. Everyone screamed out in terror, except Misaka as she was monotone 'screaming' "Aaaah" in an unconvincing way. They all had their eyes closed as they felt like they were being pressed into the ground, once again that rocket launch feeling. Suddenly as soon as it started, it stopped. However, that doesn't mean that Mikoto and company stopped screaming. In fact, they continued to scream well after the 'trip' had ended. They still thought that they were still being 'launched' and it wasn't until an older man cleared his throat did they realize that they were no longer in danger, or at least immediate danger.

"Excuse me, might I ask who you are?" an elderly voice asked.

Mikoto opened her eyes to see that she was currently hugging Touma tightly, mostly because of what happened. However, Mikoto didn't really realize what he said as due to a language barrier; and only half listening as she was blushing up a storm as she immediately pushed Touma away.

"What was that for?" Touma asked Mikoto as he stood up.

"You know what that was for!" Mikoto retorted as she stood up as well.

"Harry Potter?" the old man asked, primarily looking at Touma. It's hard to confuse names even when not speaking your own language.

"Who?" Touma asked in accented but borderline perfect English.

"Headmaster, there is no way that could be a Potter, no matter how dimwitted he looks," a man with greasy black hair said in such a way that Mikoto felt insulted despite not knowing what had been said. Or, at least not right away. It took her a moment to really piece together the English syntax and cut through the accent. English is not an easy language, especially to those who were not instructed in it as young children and grew up with it spoken in their household.

"Hey!" Touma retorted with offence.

There were murmurs in the room they were in. Mikoto took a look at the room to see that it wasn't a room, it was a massive hall-like chamber; like a great hall or something. Inside this great hall were four massive tables that were the length of the entire hall with one running the width at the head. Sitting at the four massive tables were children of all different ages ranging from what looked like ten to those as old as seventeen. Most of them were dressed in black robes (?), but there were two other sets that were in the minority were wearing what looked like baby blue robes (?) and furs. It was safe to say that Mikoto was extremely confused. In fact, Touma and the Sister were confused too, although the latter was obvious based on her blank stare. Now that Mikoto thought about it, that didn't mean anything really. The Sisters all had blank stares. Well, except Last Order, but she was an exception as her part in that horrid experiment was different to what the other Sisters' purpose was. In fact, Mikoto could see that the Sister was observing the architecture more than the people themselves. She looked at the décor as well but primarily looked at the hall itself. To Mikoto, it looked old, yet well maintained.

"After analysis and consulting with the Network, of which Misaka 10069 is currently studying architecture in Seattle and complains that it rains there too much, Misaka estimates that we are in northern Scotland, Misaka exposits as she wows the people around her," the Sister exposited.

Everyone was silent at that, well, mostly because of the foreign language being spoken that no one recognized nor understood. Well, except for a certain headmaster, that is.

"I do apologize, but my Japanese is a bit rusty since the last time I used it was many years ago," he said, unfortunately, sounding like someone who just learned and was struggling to speak a second language. "Would you mind if we switched to English?"

"Misaka is alright with speaking English, Misaka replies using the knowledge shared across the Network to speak in fluent but accented English but internally wishes to not switch languages at all," the Sister replied.

"I can speak passable English," Touma replied.

"I understand it, but can't speak it well," Mikoto replied slowly, making sure to get the syllables as correct as possible.

"Touma, Touma! Where are we-?" Index asked as she popped into view, somehow being missed by the robed people. "Oh, we're in England," she added without breaking stride. "But this isn't a church. Who are these people?" Her eyes wandered to the hands of some of the robed people and saw sticks, but not just any sticks, but sticks with magic flowing within it. She was about to say something else but she was interrupted. And quite rudely if she were to add.

"A nun of the Church!" someone cried. It was then that all hell broke loose. Those dressed in black robes ducked under the table while those dressed in furs and in baby blue looked at them as if they were freaking out over nothing. After all, what could a little girl do to them? If only they knew.

An overzealous robed child drew his stick and shouted something in pseudo-Latin and a beam of light shot towards Index out of the stick. Touma, without saying anything nor having anyone say anything to him, leaped in front of Index with his right hand extended. The beam of light hit his hand and everyone was certain that the crazy boy was dead to rights. But instead, the moment that it touched his hand the spell dissipated into nothingness as it was accompanied by the sound of shattering glass. To say that everyone in the hall was shocked would be an understatement to the nth degree. In fact, everyone that didn't know Touma, wielder of the Imagine Breaker ability, was absolutely shocked; speechless even.

Mikoto looked to see who shot at Index. Apparently, it was this platinum-blonde kid with slicked-back hair that could have given an old-school Italian mob member a run for his money with the amount of hair product he had in it. He looked like the type that got everything that he begged his parents for and even more than that by just begging and pleading as well as threatening those that didn't heed his orders by threatening them with social or political backlash.

Mikoto looked towards the kid that shot at them. She put a hand in her pocket and asked, "Hey kid, do you know what a Railgun is?" Touma immediately recognized the tone of voice she was using and he didn't like where it was going.

"No, and why should I care?" the boy replied as haughtily as one could without having a literal big head.

She pulled her hand out of her pocket and held her ferric arcade token in the palm of her hand. "It's a weapon placed on high tech battleships. It does work on the same principle that maglev trains do." That seemed to pique the interest of a shaggy-haired brunette. And the blonde kid noticed as well.

"Granger! What is this bint going on about?" he went on. Mikoto didn't know what specific slang word he said, but she was sure it was an insult.

"'Bint' is a local colloquialism for 'bitch' in the British Isles, Misaka explains calmly and quietly despite the fact that she knows that this will enrage the Original," the Sister explained. Immediately, Mikoto tensed up, the arcade token already ready to be flipped in the air.

"A battleship is a warship and a maglev train is a muggle train that moves with magnets instead of steam," the brunette named Granger said almost stutteringly.

"Muggle devices?" he said with great disdain. "You're a muggle!?"

"I don't know anything about being this 'muggle' you're going on about," Mikoto trailed as she flipped her token in the air. "But I do know this." As the coin reached the peak of its arc, the entire room felt their hair rise like it would right before a lightning strike at a very close distance. The coin quickly descended towards her waiting, extended arm. When it reached about a hand's span away from being level with her closed and extended fist she started to actually emit arcs of electricity that everyone could hear. In Mikoto's own mind's eye, she visualized the two magnetic rails that would propel her ferric arcade token. As she had done this so many times before, this happened in the time it took to blink. When the token reached her fist the electric buzzing reached a fever pitch and there was a flash of light and the roar of thunder. The blonde boy was thrown onto the table by the sheer force of wind that passed him by. When he turned to look at Mikoto, there was still a dull light that went past him, electricity arcing off of it as well as her arm. "Even a coin like this has massive power if it's flying at three times the speed of sound."

Touma noticed she didn't add that it only had a range of thirty to fifty meters before the ferric object melted because of air friction. Might as well put the fear of Mikoto Misaka into them. To those who hadn't defecated in pure fear smelled the particular smell of molten metal and rock.

"D-Draco," a boy near him stuttered and pointed behind him. The boy, now named Draco, turned to look behind him and saw a molten crater in the now apparent gap between the solid iron door and the stone wall that was at the entrance of the great hall.

"Had that hit you head on and not missed as I intended, you would be nothing more than a blood stain on the walls," Mikoto said. "But you're not worth jail time to kill over," she added haughtily. While that was the truth, she really didn't want to kill anyone.

"W-who are you?" Draco asked.

Mikoto flipped a bang out of her eyes and replied, "I'm the third-ranked out of two point five million people in Academy City to reach Level 5. I have been known by a few different names like Tokowadi's Invincible Electric Princess and Mikoto Misaka. But there is one other name that I am known by: Railgun." The eyes of many kids and adults alike widened in the room with the realization of what that statement meant.

For those you could follow simple logic and critical thinking skills, they were able to piece together that a ship-borne weapon being manifested by a girl who was only in her teens was pants-wetting levels of terrifying. She just put a molten dent into magically reinforced stone and iron; not many things could accomplish that. In fact, it took fairly powerful wizards to even damage the walls of the ancient magical castle which made the professors and adults in the room worry all the more, primarily those on the Hogwarts side of things.

While all that happened, no one seemed to notice a certain magical Index wandering a few dozen feet behind them towards a certain on fire goblet. During the uncomfortable silence that arose because of Mikoto firing her Railgun, Index said, "I know what happened now."

Everyone turned to look at the little nun. "Elaborate, Misaka asks, substituting herself as a proxy for the impromptu audience," the Sister asked.

"I knew that I recognized this type of summoning magic before," Index started to explain. "In ancient grimoires, there is a summoning spell which will summon anyone living regardless of where they were, in another country or another parallel dimension." She got a look from Mikoto especially at she said 'parallel dimension'. "No, we haven't crossed over the dimensional rift. We've moved from one part of the globe, Academy City, to another, northern Scotland."

"Ok, that's obvious," Mikoto chimed in, "but why were we targeted for it?"

"Oh, that's easy. We weren't. You were," Index revealed.

"What?!" Mikoto asked in surprise.

Index stuck her index finger in the air as if she was some kind of school teacher. "If you'll recall, the first thing that the summoning magic attached itself was you, Railgun."

The hall got so quiet that if someone were to drop a pin it would have sounded like a gunshot on a quiet prairie (minus the calm breeze) in comparison. Finally, the man in the bowler hat spoke up, someone that if he hadn't said anything, no one would have noticed him. "That's impossible!" he shrieked.

"And why would that be?" Touma asked.

"Because the name that was placed into the Goblet of Fire was that of Harry Potter! And that's impossible because he's dead!"

Mikoto burst out laughing after pieces the two 'puzzle' parts together. "A-and you think I'm this Harry Potter boy?" she asked while still laughing. She wiped a tear out of her eye and cleared her throat, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a girl." She made sure to stress 'girl'.

"We, ahem, noticed," the Merlin lookalike replied.

"If you noticed that, then why am I here if I'm not this Harry kid?"

"Magic seems to think otherwise," the Merlin lookalike replied.

"What?" was Mikoto's only response.

"Magic is a very simple, yet complex thing," he started to explain.

"The old wizard is correct," Index cut in. Before Mikoto or Touma could ask another question, Index continued, "Magic is 'simple' in the sense that it works as advertised. You use a spell to boil hot water, you're going to get hot water, for example. But what makes it 'complex' is the intent behind the spell used. This primarily comes into play when creating something rather than directly doing something yourself. For example, golems or even Styl's Innocentus." The name of Styl's signature end-game spell got a raised eyebrow from the Merlin lookalike. "These creations are made with the intent of controlling them, but base in their magic 'coding' they act upon their creator's will when they created them. That is what I believe is in play here with this magical goblet."

"Care to explain?" the man in a bowler hat asked, more annoyed that somehow a kid knew more about magic than he did.

Index turned to the adults in the room but kept Mikoto in her range of sight as she was addressing her as well. "It is my belief that, with the evidence presented, that Mikoto is this Harry kid."

"Once again, that's impossible."

"You live in a world of magic where the impossible is possible and yet you believe this to be impossible?" Index taunted.

"You need some milk, Misaka quotes an internet meme as you have just been burned," the Sister joked, a smug look was on her face that Mikoto had seen a few times before. "Get it? Misaka asks. Because milk cancels out the spice, Misaka explains seeing the dumbfounded look on your face."

Index, regardless of the unneeded 'burn' from the Misaka clone, continued on. "The body of Harry Potter was never found and therefore noted as 'dead' in all official records. Necessarius and the Anglican Church is well aware of the events that took place on October 31 approximately twelve years ago due to the fact that this Dark Lord was on our radar as well, at least according to old records I looked at briefly while in the Vatican." Seeing the vacant looks, she decided to soldier on. "Regardless of that, our own investigators found that there was magical 'residue' from soul related magic. The first was the signature calling card of said Dark Lord, that of the Killing Curse. The second was what could only be described as a rushed botch job of a modified shield spell."

"Excuse me," a redheaded woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties to early forties who looked to have the appearance of a depressed woman whose only solace was her work. "What do you mean botched?"

Index shrugged. "Sorry, I only remember what I saw and those were the words of the investigator sent at the time. Any further research notes would have been heavily redacted and kept at 'eyes only' levels of security."

"What does this have to do with this apparent case of mistaken identity? Misaka asks wishing that the Index would get to the point," the Sister stated.

She shot the Sister a glare and puffed her cheeks up. "I was getting to that!" Index whined. "What I was going to say was that the botched spell destroyed the body of little Harry Potter and the soul went to the afterlife for… let's just say 'processing' as no one really knows what happens except for those who go there themselves. And I'm getting to why this makes sense in a moment," she said answering the 'what does this have to do with' question. "Somehow, the soul of Harry Potter made its way back to the land of the living and now resides in the body of Mikoto Misaka."

This certainly was a mental blow to Mikoto. She wasn't her? How could that even be possible? In fact, she muttered, "How? How could I not be me?" she asked.

"You are you," Index clarified. "However, what you were before the 'death' of Harry Potter and what you are now are two separate entities. It is my belief that the souls of Mikoto Misaka and Harry Potter fused together to create an amalgamation of a person."

"That would explain your boyishness," Touma commented. His forever 'bad luck' syndrome instantly backfiring as Mikoto shot out a lightning bolt from her forehead at him, to which he defended against with his right hand which caused the synonymous 'Kamijou glass shatter' sound.

"While this is great, this does bring up the issue of the Triwizard Tournament," the man with the bowler hat stated.

"What do you mean?" Mikoto asked.

"Your name came out of the Goblet of Fire; therefore, you must compete."

"So, you're telling me that since this other kid's name came out of the mystical goblet over there and I appeared instead of him, I have to compete?"

"Yes," the man simply replied.

"No thanks," she flippantly replied. "I need to get home because I'm pretty sure a certain teleporter is trying to rally the entirety of Anti-Skill and Judgement to find us." 'But mostly me,' she added to herself. She knew how Shirai could get with her.

"Unfortunately, that is impossible," the Merlin lookalike sadly stated.

Before Mikoto could retort, to which she did send a few sparking arcs of electricity off, Index chimed in. "He is, unfortunately, telling the truth," she said. "The magic that was used in the construction of the magic based contract that forms when one has been not only entered but selected by it, is iron-clad in almost every sense of the word. The only way out is to win, lose, or die."

"Die?!" Mikoto and Touma said at the same time.

"Yes," Index replied solemnly. "Up until around two hundred years ago, the tournament was held every four years between the then three premier magical institutions."

"What changed that?" Touma asked.

"All three contestants died during the first task," Index replied, causing Mikoto to gulp. "The families pressured the international communities to outright ban the tournament. Which with pending magical war on the horizon if they didn't, so they banned it. It was only until now, apparently, that the tournament was reinstated."

"Aren't, you know, the scientific and magical sides supposed to be separated?" Touma asked.

"Yes, they are," a certain mage said as the massive iron doors opened to reveal one Styl Magnus. Next to him was an exhausted-looking Shirai doubled over next to him. He looked down at the Esper and said, "Thank you for getting me here so quickly."

"No problem," Shirai panted. "No job is too big to save my Big Sister." She spotted Mikoto and teleported to her in the blink of an eye. "Big sister!" she said as she glomped onto Mikoto. "Oh, how I thought that you were stolen away from me, but love prevailed in the end as I found you!"

"Uhh, Koroko?" Mikoto asked, seeing the Shirai was completely out of it, oblivious to what was going on around her.

"Yes, Big Sister-?" she trailed off in question as she looked up to see a duller eyed Mikoto that was wearing night vision goggles on her head.

"I am not the Original, Misaka says wishing that the Perverted One would release her," the Sister requested.

"Original?" Kuroko asked as she looked from the Sister to Mikoto. "There are two of you!"

'Quite a few more than that,' Mikoto thought to herself. She looked at the Sister with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Do you know what? You're on Shirai duty now," she said to the Sister.

"I decline, Misaka declines the Original's one-sided offer that only benefits her, while waving her free hand in a gesture that solidifies her declination of the offer," the Sister replied while doing the stated action.

Unlike Shirai, Style had to walk all the way to the front where all the adults were. When he did, the man in the bowler hat shouted, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Everyone was eyeing the long-haired, red-headed man with the barcode tattoo under his eye wearing a trench coat. "My name is Styl Magnus and my being here are primarily because of her," he pointed to Index. "Although, I am also here because of the Esper too."

"Because of the nun?" the man with the bowler hat asked.

"Yes. She is part of the English Anglican church and the boy beside her is currently her guardian. As she is incredibly… precious," Styl chose his words very carefully, "to the church, and as such we can track her whereabouts if needed. Our watcher, for the lack of a better term, saw that her location changed instantaneously from Academy City to northern Scotland. Seeing as this is the only magical establishment in the area, the disappearance set off some red flags with my superiors to ensure no one got their grubby mitts on her and that she is safe."

The Merlin lookalike saw the dangerous look in Styl's eyes as he flicked ash off of his cigarette, the flames ever so subtly dancing as they fell to the ground as if manipulated instead of falling naturally as gravity would imply they would. "As you can see, she is well and safe," the Merlin lookalike reassured the smoking man.

He looked at Index and asked, "You alright, kid?"

She turned away from looking at the Goblet to look at Styl. "Oh, I'm fine. You should be more worried about miss biribiri over there," Index replied.

Styl could only sigh. "And that's the other reason I'm here."

"You're worried about her?" the Merlin lookalike asked.

"Yes, Albus Dumbledore, but not for the same reason you might be thinking. As mentioned before, Mikoto Misaka is an Esper."

The now named Dumbledore asked in turn, "If I may ask, what is an Esper?"

"Someone who develops supernatural abilities through the use of science, Misaka replies for the mage as she tries to remove the Pervert from her person," the Sister said as she kept trying to remove Shirai as she kept talking about how she was in heaven being surrounded by two Big Sisters.

"What she said," Styl stated. "To add on to that definition, powers that aren't fueled by magic."

"That's impossible!" someone shouted put in the sea of children.

Styl could only laugh. "That crater and the smell of ozone would stand to tell otherwise, wouldn't it?" Once more their eyes turned from Mikoto to the wall where her railgun had caused the damage to the wall. "Here's the thing and the second reason I'm here, science and magic aren't meant to mix and her being here and forced into this infamous tournament places a very high probability that war will break out between the two factions should anything happen to her."

"The muggles wouldn't-," a pink-clad woman exclaimed who had the appearance of a toad. In fact, a certain Heaven's Canceller would have been offended by the sight of her.

"The 'muggles' don't care about your petty, ancient blood and ancestry based politics," Styl interrupted. "Right now, all they care about is that girl and that she lives. She is currently one of seven Level 5 Espers, those with abilities that are comparable to the bombs dropped on Hiroshima back during the Second World War." 'Although, that may be low-balling the numbers a bit,' Styl thought to himself. "Therefore, if a person with such a level of deterrence for the City's survival were lost to them, I no doubt there would be retaliation based on principle alone. And they wouldn't even have to set foot in this part of the world physically to do so." He let that sink in, especially with those that looked down on those who were mages or had a magical bone in their body, specifically the specific kind of magic that these kinds of mages preferred and were only able to use. Even his and Kanzaki's brands of magic would be considered heretical by this small enclave here in Britain who was, ironically, in the protection of the Anglican Church. "Luckily, my employer saw to send me to ensure that no harm comes to Miss Misaka during this tournament by outside influences."

"You believe that Mister Pott-, Miss Misaka's name was placed in the Goblet by an outside influence?" Dumbledore asked.

Styl gave the older wizard a look of 'are you a moron'. "Someone deliberately put the name of someone who is supposedly dead in the Goblet. Are your students the type to disrespect the dead by putting their names into an ancient artifact just for the laughs? If not, then you have someone plotting something, something to mess with the fragile balance between magic and science. I will stop said attempts to break it by any means." Dumbledore could see the subtle determination in his eyes. He prodded very gently with his mastery of Legilimens and could only see a towering inferno of a beast burning all that stood in its way. It was also then he noticed that he was being allowed to see it as he was quickly snapped back to his own mind.

"Yes, well hopefully it won't come to that."

"We will both have to see that it doesn't," Styl agreed. He was pleased that the old man who was quite the powerful magician was willing to cooperate with him. "I assume there are quarters to be set aside for visiting schools?"

"Indeed, we do. If Miss Misaka would be willing to enter this adjacent room, we are about to explain the rules of the tournament."

"That will be unnecessary, I will explain the rules myself as she is a special case in all this. I assume you are using the old rules for the dates of the events?"

Seeing as though Bagman was about to spout some inane insanity, Dumbledore answered, "Indeed, we are. Please, Professor Potter here," he gestured to the two-headed woman beside him, "will escort you to the guest quarters for these types of events."

The entirety of the Kamijou Faction plus a Lily Potter in tow leg the Great Hall to zero fanfare or even anyone saying anything. After all, what would they say? What could they even do? A certain young wizard and witch watched closely as their mother escorted the body of the person that supposedly contained the merged soul of their long-thought dead brother. The older of the two, the brother, left the Great Hall behind them but turned off to head towards the Owlery to write and send a letter to his father before his mother or sister could. As they walked the Misaka Sister was looking around like a kid in a candy store.

"Accelerator is annoyed once again, Misaka announces to the group walking beside her," the Sister said out of nowhere.

"What is it this time?" Touma asked.

"Last Order is begging him to bring her here as she is seeing what I have been reporting, Misaka explains."

After a lot of confusion that filled the Hogwarts professor, she finally spoke up and asked, "Who are you, exactly? You look like Har- Miss Misaka but you talk funny."

Mikoto stiffened at the mention of the Sister walking with them. Mikoto carefully responded, "She's an interesting case."

"You are too kind, Misaka says, glowing in the compliment that the Original presents to Misaka 10032," the Sister said to Mikoto. "Misaka is one of twenty thousand and one clones of the Original."

"Twenty thousand?" the Potter matriarch asked in shock.

"Yes, Misaka confirms."

The woman's mouth was agape in befuddlement. 'Twenty thousand clones of a single person?' she thought. 'Why would they clone so many of my son, no, Mikoto?' "But why?"

"That is classified, Misaka responds cryptically, leaving certainty that there is more going on than there actually is."

They arrived at the assigned quarters which were more like a small, Western-style apartment. That being, that it had several bedrooms with a central social hub-like living room with furniture around a fireplace. "I will leave you here," the professor said before she walked off without saying another word.

They all took seats on the couches and chairs around the fireplace and Styl said, "We have much to discuss."

To be continued…?

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Alright, and there we go. Approximately 11k words, give or take. As usual, I will talk about what ideas I have for this story, but before that, some notes.

1. This is a reference to the story "Networked" by PseudoSim (id: 12564252) where a scene happens where a Misaka Sister has to disguise herself.

2. This is a reference to and inspired by, a scene in the manga "Today's Cerberus" in volume 5, chapter 22 where the "main" Cerberus head, Roze, sends an energetic soul back to the land of the living as it was there before its time.

3. This is a slight reference to one of my favorite YouTubers who's a social scientist by study and publishes legit research papers, and one of her memes she uses in videos is " Skeptic™ " (had to put a space there to keep it from deleting that) when referring to a certain YouTube community that's currently falling apart at the seams at the moment (see Mister Metokur's videos on the "Tales of Trout" for more info if you're actually interested).

That wasn't so many, was it? But here's the long and skinny of all of this. Primarily, what do I have in mind for this pilot should I continue it? There are several things that I would like to tackle in this story. First and foremost, that being the whole crisis of identity that Railgun would have at the revelation that the person she currently is, is the amalgamation of two souls stitched together. And inb4 someone says there's some kind of political message in here, there isn't. This is just a pilot for a story meant to entertain, nothing more.

The tournament won't be that big of a challenge to her considering what she has faced previously in the manga and of course the anime. The dragon won't be a challenge like it was to Harry in canon or to the other competitors. The second task would be the only one where she has actual difficulty because of the fact that she's underwater and needs a way to stay breathing as well as not accidentally kill everyone in the water with her Electromaster powers. The third, in an of itself, will be easy. As for the confrontation that will occur, well, I'll leave that up to an unknown for now.

Now onto the Potter family. Now, I've seen quite a few approaches for this being a non-caring family or outright hostile one. In this one, they won't be either of those. Remember, they're a family that thought they had lost their eldest son (albeit him being a twin) on the same night that Voldemort was "defeated" by the younger twin. Therefore, I want to explore a family wanting to get close to what is another chance to be with their son even if he's no longer their son anymore physically. There is a reason some people form surrogate family members who aren't related to them at all. IF there's anyone who's outright hostile at first, it may be the younger twin as he's been brought up to be the "Savior of the Wizarding World" and is bratty and not the down-to-Earth everyman Harry we see in canon. As for the sister, she'd be excited to have older sisters (despite she has no idea what she's in for with the Misaka Sisters and their antics) and would be curious about them especially since she's going to only be in her first year during this story's run.

Now for the whole shared memories thing with the highlights of the events from the previous three HP books, this is something that I'm going to go into later. But basically, what it comes down to is a twin-link like Padma and Parvarti in HP where they can feel what the other is emotionally (although there are some more… perverted writers on this site and elsewhere that make that much more perverted; but to each their own), the Potter twins only can share memories, but only when they're asleep as that's what I think will work. As Mikoto has been seeing the currently unnamed Potter twin's memories, he's been seeing hers as well from Academy City. This is something that he's going to confront her about.

Now as to how I'm going to link these two universes who are cohabitating the same universe in this story. What I want to do is because this takes place shortly after the second season of Index is that this will be a prelude to the WW3 arc that takes place in the LNs of Index. Basically, Voldemort will be conspiring with Othinus to take down the hold that the various Churches and magical groups have as well as the scientific community so that he can be supreme ruler of Earth. Unsurprisingly, then, it wouldn't probably shock you if he totally tried to backstab Othinus at the end of that arc. Basically, I want to make the Wizarding World joined with the Toaru magical communities to make it seem like one large universe. It seems like I have quite the large task in front of me to make that happen.

Let me know what you think about this pilot and if you want to see more of it. You guys should know the drill by now with reviews so I'll leave you to it. Don't forget to follow if you've favorited this archive as if you don't, you won't get updates when something new I've placed in here goes active. And if you've followed me personally, following this individual story does not give you double emails, only one. This may seem like begging, but this is only for me to gauge the size of the audience reading these, that's all. So, if you could help me out in this area, I'd appreciate it.

Also, if you have access to the Toaru light novels outside of Index volume 1 (I own that one) let me know as that may help spring this idea along into a full-blown story instead of just a pilot.

I hope to see you all in whatever I make next!