Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Tsuki no Hime ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Authors Notes: This is an idea I had a while ago. I recently received an email from an author on ff.net who calls herself Pleiades (I call her Pleiades-sama) who writes absolutely amazing Harry Potter fanfiction, and she told me that I should write a Harry Potter fic so that she could read my work, because she knows nothing about Gundam Wing. :o) Well, I can't seem to get into writing any particular type of fic unless I first write it as a crossover with something I am more familiar and comfortable with. So I've decided to post this so Pleiades-sama can read it, but also so everyone else can see what they think of it. I hope everyone enjoys it!

Disclaimers: Neither Sailormoon nor Harry Potter belongs to me. Sailormoon is the property of Takeuchi Naoko-sama and Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling-sama. If you are one of the poor, deprived souls who has yet to read the four current books of the Harry Potter series… GO READ THEM NOW! And I mean NOW! ;o)

Harry Potter and the Tsuki no Hime

By Sailorcelestial

Chapter One: The Letter and the Owl

The curtains billowed out like clouds reaching for a lost horizon. The light stretching between the gauze-thin fingers of material should have been the soft bright sunlight of early morning. Instead it was grey, reflecting the true clouds in the sky. Tsukino Usagi, soon-to-be Chiba Usagi, stood on her balcony clutching a coffee cup in her slender fingers and thinking of darker portents than rain clouds.

They will come from the West, Rei had said. The ebony-haired priestess explained to them that the West was the direction of the Land of the Dead. The gateway to the Afterlife rested in the West, just as that was where the sun went to set. Any enemies that came from that direction meant only terrible things. They will bring a death and destruction like we have never known. I fear for Tokyo.

Usagi's fingers tightened around her cup. The hot cocoa inside cooled as she watched beyond the grey sky for some sign of the doom to come. She wondered if Tokyo could really be in any more danger that it ever had been in the past. After all, hadn't she defeated too many enemies to count? If her defeats of Beryl, Pharaoh 90, and Galaxia were worth nothing in the grand scheme of things, then what worth did her own life have at the end? For her life meant nothing to her so long as she continued to have some affect on the safety of her city and planet.

She sighed and turned to go back inside, but a fluttering sound made her look over her shoulder.

Perched on her balcony railing sat a brown owl. The bird carried an envelope in its beak and peered at her from unblinking avian eyes. It gave a little hop down the painted-white metal and fluffed its feathers. Usagi stared at it, and swore to herself that the animal looked annoyed. It hopped one more time. Usagi sighed and inched forward, one hand extended towards the owl and its cargo. When she came within reach the bird stretched its head forward far enough for her to grasp the envelope. It seemed to want as little to do with her as she did of it. When she had the envelope safely in hand the owl turned tail and flew away. Usagi watched as it flew into the West.

She glanced down to the envelope in her hand. The paper was brownish, reminding her of ancient scrolls, and her name and address blazed on the front in brilliant green ink. Blue eyes lifted to scan the skies for more owls, but none appeared. The first had long since vanished into the greyness.

Usagi yawned as she padded barefoot back into her apartment. She set the coffee cup down on the first available surface, the cocoa hardly worth trying to drink anymore. Around her mind tumbled a thunderstorm of questions, all crashing and bashing against each other until she couldn't hear the individual thoughts anymore, merely a cacophony.

"I wonder who sends letters by owl." Sitting on her favorite comfy chair, Usagi tapped the envelope against the arm thoughtfully, listening to the thunder and trying to make sense of it all. When no sense revealed itself, she gave in to curiosity and tore the letter open. Inside rested two folded pieces of parchment. Usagi felt a twinge of apprehension accompany the interest that flared. Her eyes dropped over the first page swiftly, without really reading it, then looked over the second. The first page appeared to be a letter, and the second a list. Confusion and curiosity rose, and Usagi turned back to the first page to read the entirety.

Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry

~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Tsukino-san,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is proud to welcome you to our ranks as a special sixth year exchange student. Enclosed is your list of school supplies for the year. Please notice that some items are advanced seventh year requirements.

Term begins on September 1. Please send a reply by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Usagi stared at the letter. Twin seas of blue blinked. Still not quite certain what to make of the odd communication, she flipped to the second page and the list of "school" items this McGonagall person had promised. Indeed, listed were such things as "three pairs of plain work robes", "The Standard Book of Spells (grade six) by Miranda Goshawk", and "1 cauldron, pewter (standard size 2)." She was also allowed to bring a toad, an owl, or a cat. Finally a small smirk crossed her lips.

"Wouldn't Luna just love to attend witch school?" She laughed, thinking of her dear friend and companion who had lived with her up until two years ago, when Luna decided to live with Artemis and Minako. Usagi missed the feline, but saw her often enough to keep from being too lonely. She also had Mamoru.

The thought of Mamoru warmed her and made her smile widen. She looked at the ring on her left hand and a giggle surfaced. She had worn the ring since the age of sixteen. At the age of twenty-two, Usagi's dreams were finally about to come true after a thousand years. She and Mamoru were going to get married. On September third.

This letter has to be a joke from the others. They know I'm getting married on the third, so they made up some silly thing about me having to be at this Hogwarts by the first. Usagi shook her head and crumpled the letter between her hands then tossed it across the room into the garbage can. She appreciated her friends trying to keep her spirits up after Rei's disturbing proclamation. It certainly had kept her mind from thinking dreadful thoughts, at least for a few moments. But her eyes floated back towards the sky, seeing the grey and thinking of the image her friend described.

Hooded figures, in league with evil, in love with death. They have no faces, and bring with them the sorrows of ages. Happiness slips away under their black gazes, and despair is all that lives. They answer only to the call of their master and the need to feed. They are night. They are darkness. They are pure evil.

Usagi shuddered. Could such creatures really exist? She wasn't sure, nor was she sure that if they did, she could stand against them. She did know that they would come.

And when they did, she must be ready.

End prologue.