Fan Fiction / Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ CCS, HP and the Philosopher's Stone ❯ Prologue

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By: Yume Li
Disclaimer by Ceralaine Evest: I claim not to own Card Captor Sakura and all the other cute characters there, neither Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy (as if I want to own him.), all the Weasleys etc. Anyway, if I do own them, I would already have commanded my animators to make a swashbuckling cartoon movie instead of typing it all out on fanfiction.net.



Disclaimer by Yume Li: I do not own the characters, spells, or any plots of Harry Potter and Cardcaptor Sakura. The only things I own are Syaoran¡¯s twin, Li Min, and a few spells that Cera-chan and I had made. If anyone had any inquires, please e-mail
Yume Li at: bluesakura_suisei@hotmail.com
Ceralaine Evest at: odesantsukane@yahoo.com.sg
The questions can also be posted at the Reviews. Both Cera-chan and I would be very happy to try to answer everyone.

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.21.2005 | Updated On: 10.21.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 613 | Status: Completed

CCS, HP and the Philosopher's Stone
 
Yume-chan: Shall we write a story??
Cera-chan: Hmmm??
Yume-chan: It will be a Sakura and Harry Potter cross-over…
Cera-chan: Whatever…
Yume-chan: (glittering eyes)it'll be the best in fanfiction-dom !!
Cera-chan: what will?? (blur)
Yume-chan: * takes gigantic mallet to slam Cera-chan*
 
Author: Ceralaine Evest
Editor: Yume Li
Completed: Wednesday, October 19, 2005, 11:23 p.m.
 
::Prologue::
 
 
Eriol Hiiragizawa looked up from his desk. He could sense something. Something that was foreign. It was creeping along the corridors of his manor. He closed his eyes and concentrated. It was a man of quite formidable build. He was on the third floor now. Now, he was nearing the doors of his study.
 
Eriol smiled a silent smile and waited.
 
The massive doors slid open a little and a curious thin brown object poked through the gap.
 
Standing, Eriol commanded the doors to open wide.
 
There, half-crouching in the shadows, was a hooded figure. His right hand was holding - Eriol realized - a wand.
 
“Accio Key!” the man cried.
 
Eriol's hand instinctively went to the sun-shaped pendant in his pocket. He closed his eyes in concentration. The pendant became elongated and seconds later, it was a staff, with the same sun (now much larger) at its tip.
 
The stranger had not moved an inch. He had witnessed the whole thing with some degree of trepidation. A mere blue-haired and bespectacled boy about one-and-a-half heads shorter than him had conjured a staff. But, he got a grip on himself and raised his wand -
 
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
 
Eriol ducked immediately.
 
A bright green beam struck one of the paintings on the wall behind him and crashed down onto the floor.
 
He raised his staff and formed an invisible shield around himself. Smiling to the man, he raised his staff again. The man flew backwards and hit the wall with considerable force.
 
Eriol made his staff shrink back into a pendant, and briskly placing it back into his pocket. He dipped his hand into another pocket and brought out a wand.
 
The attacker lay groaning on the polished (and hard) wooden floor of the corridor. He looked up and saw Eriol.
 
“Expellia -”
 
However, Eriol was quicker. “Stupefy!” he said. A jet of red light shot at the man's head and his body dropped lifelessly to the ground.
 
Eriol stuck his wand back to his pocket calmly, left his study, and walked pass the unconscious heap without a glance at it.
 
Minutes later, he returned with a crystal decanter filled with a crystalline transparent liquid. He turned the bottle round checking its label carefully.
 
The man was still unconscious and made no resistance at all when Eriol twisted the knob at the bottle's top, cleaved the victim's mouth open, and let three drops of water fall into his throat.
 
Eriol put the bottle gently on one of the tables, then took out his wand again.
 
“Enervate,” he said quietly.
 
The man's eyelids flicked open and he sat up slowly.
 
Eriol sat cross-legged, facing him and observing his eyes. The pupils were not staring back at him. Satisfied, Eriol began what he had to do.
 
“What were you sent to do?”
 
The man inhaled. “To acquire the Key,” he said in a monotone.
 
“Who sent you?”
 
 
Cera-chan: I QUIT!!
Cera-chan: I don't want to write ANYMORE !!
Yume-chan: Doushite…?? * sob sob *
Cera-chan: i want to take over the world instead…
Cera-chan: Mwahahahahahahahaha !!
Cera-chan: i want to take over the whole of Maple Land !!
Cera-chan: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha !!!
 
Translation:
 
Doushite --why