Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Tsuki no Hime ❯ Chapter Two - The Good Luck Bunny ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Authors Notes: Welcome to chapter two of Harry Potter and the Tsuki no Hime. I hope that everyone is enjoying the adventure so far. I was proud of myself for the first chapter, because I was able to write the entire six page chapter from Harry's point of view, and that is an accomplishment for me. From here on in I will try to write each chapter from one person's POV, changing only when I change chapters. We'll see how that works, now won't we? :o) Disclaimers: I don't own Sailormoon or Harry Potter. Takeuchi Naoko-sama owns Sailormoon and J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. Just deal with it. Harry Potter and the Tsuki no Hime Chapter Two - The Good Luck Bunny Usagi glared at the three children in front of her. She could see the blatant curiosity burning in their eyes, and normally she might be inclined to think they were cute. But under the circumstances, she wasn't feeling very happy. Her wedding was in two days! Two days, and here she was in ENGLAND! England, of all places in the world to be TWO DAYS before one's wedding! Usagi wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, and she wanted to hit that big monster of a man who had dragged her away from her life, her friends, and her darling Mamo-chan. Come to think of it, she'd done a lot of all three since being taken from her apartment. Unfortunately, the big man who called himself- what was it? Hah-greed?- hadn't seemed to notice her small fists banging against his back as he carried her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. In fact, she could swear he'd been laughing at her. Usagi made a sound of frustration and stomped her foot. "I want to go home!" She looked at them, expecting them to tell her some of the same things Hah-greed had. They only blinked and looked at her in confusion. Usagi remembered something about a translation spell. Hah-greed told her that was why they could understand each other. But he'd gone, and left her here with these three, apparently taking the translation with him. "I'm Usagi," she told them. Upon receiving another round of blank looks, she sighed and pointed to herself. "Usagi." She watched them converse amongst themselves for a moment, then the girl turned back to her and repeated Usagi's action. "Hermione." The name was strange, something Usagi wasn't quite sure her tongue could master. But she nodded to show that at least she understood it was the girl's name. Perhaps buoyed by their friend's success, the two boys repeated the routine. "Ron." "Harry." This boy winced in a vaguely familiar way, as though he were afraid of some strong, negative response to his name. Usagi studied him, from his tousled black hair, to the scar on his forehead, to the green eyes that shone from behind his glasses. There seemed to be nothing about him that she should immediately dislike, other than the fact that he was here, in England, and so was she. Someone called out in English. She understood the words "first" and "boats" before she lost the thread of the language. Suddenly Usagi wished she paid more attention in English class. Hermione took her by the arm and pulled her along with the small group, to a group of carriages awaiting on a dirt road. She wanted to ask why some of the kids were getting into the carriages while others filed into the boats clustered on the edge of a large lake. She couldn't remember the necessary words. She did remember one word, though. Hermione turned when Usagi tapped her on the shoulder. "Where?" The other girl grinned and pointed. Usagi followed her gesture across the lake to a large castle on a hill. Lights flickered from its numerous windows, inviting onlookers to come and sit awhile by the fire that caused the flames. Even though the night surrounded them, and the castle looked like something from one of Minako's horror movies, Usagi found herself comforted by it. Somewhere there she would find answers. Hermione tugged on her sleeve. The other three already sat inside the carriage waiting for her to climb in. She did so, and clung to the seat as the thing started. A scream wanted to rise from her throat, but luckily she stopped it before she embarrassed herself. Horses and carriages never had been her favorite mode of transportation. In fact, she'd never ridden in a horse-drawn carriage before. Somehow, she'd thought Hogwarts would have more, well, magical means of travel. The others kept her mind from the bumpy ride by teaching her a little English along the way. Soon she learned the words for "pillow" and "seat" and "toad" and also the name of the third boy in the carriage with them, Neville. There was another word Ron wanted to teach her the meaning of, but Hermione refused. Usagi had to admit her curiosity drove her mad. She made up her mind to ask Ron later the meaning of the strange word. She also decided, though she missed her friends and Mamo-chan and wanted to go home and get married, she also enjoyed the company of these foreign children. All too soon the ride, and therefore the lesson, ended. All of the children filed out of their carriages. Looking over the lake, Usagi saw that those children were running behind, and likely would be several minutes late. Harry gestured her to follow, so she did, up the front steps of the grandiose castle, through the enormous front doorway, and up the stairwell in the main foyer. At the top stood a tall, thin, stern-looking woman in black and green robes and a funny pointed hat. She reminded Usagi of the witches of legend. Well, this IS supposed to be Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The woman held up a hand to silence the throng of Hogwarts students. "Welcome back, sixth years. You all know your places." With that, she began to wave the students on, and they passed her without a second glance. The chatter began again immediately. Usagi trailed behind Harry, Ron and Hermione, expecting to go with them wherever they were going. But the stern woman placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Usagi-san, you must meet with Professor Dumbledore before going into the dining hall." Usagi blinked, then nodded. Then she blinked again. "I understand you!" "Yes. Professor Dumbledore provided all of the professors with translation spells. Within the week the entire school will be enchanted with a much more sophisticated charm to allow all of the students to understand you, and you them." The woman fished a piece of old parchment from her robes, along with a quill pen, and handed them to Usagi. "Until that time, you can use this to communicate with your fellow students. When they read what you've written, they will see English even though you wrote Japanese. Likewise, when they write in English, you will see Japanese." "Sugoi!" Usagi took the parchment and quill and stuffed them into a pocket of the black robes Hah-greed had given her. Then she wondered, panicked, if the parchment would write in kanji. "Yes, quite." One of those stern hands gripped Usagi's shoulder and turned her down one of the corridors. "Professor Dumbledore's office is this way. It's a shame you have to miss the Sorting ceremony. However, we don't need to put you through the ceremony to know where you belong." Usagi looked up to see the woman smiling a small smile, and a mysterious one at that. "What's your name?" "I'm Professor McGonagall. I teach transfiguration." "I-I'm not sure I know what that is." "Don't worry, dear, I'm certain you'll catch on quickly." Usagi could only nod dumbly as they stopped outside a strange statue. She didn't have time to see what it was of, for Professor McGonagall spoke, "Pumpkin pasties," and the statue jumped aside to reveal a doorway. "Through that door is Dumbledore's office. Now, he is the headmaster, so he deserves a great deal of respect. Though I imagine I shouldn't have to remind you about respect. Go on, now." Swallowing, and taking a deep breath, Usagi pushed open the door. A short, dark hallway extended beyond, at the end another door. Here she knocked, uncertain of what else to do. "Please enter, Tsukino-san." The voice carried the timbre of an old man, but something in it made Usagi think of a very young man. Slowly she opened the door and peeked through to get a glimpse of the man who owned the voice before she had to speak to him. He was, after all, an old man, with a white beard that flowed from his chin like any waterfall she'd ever seen. Nestled somewhere in the fluffy whiteness of the beard and mustache was a thin mouth, curled slightly in a kind smile. Above that rested two eyes that sparkled. The eyes were young. He leaned forward onto his desk, placing his arms there, and laced his fingers together. "You may enter, Tsukino-san. I won't bite, at least today." Though he didn't laugh aloud, his eyes betrayed him, and Usagi returned his smile in relief. "Konbanwa, Dumbledore-san," she said as she entered the room, then bowed. Should it have been sensei? she asked herself as he tipped his head forward. "You may call me Albus," he said, offering her a seat in one of the three plush seats in front of his desk. She sat. "We both know you are older than the other students think you are. We also both know that you are Sailormoon and Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom." Usagi's throat constricted painfully. He knew. He knew her secret identity AND the identity of her past life. How? How could he know? Was wizardry that powerful? "Don't worry," he said, lifting a hand, "I have told no one, not even the other professors. Only I know who and what you truly are. The other professors think you are a powerful witch, an Auror from Japan." "A-Auror?" "That detail isn't important at the moment. I suspect you will learn much about the wizarding world from your classmates. What is important is why I brought you here." Usagi remembered Hah-greed kidnapping her from her apartment, and remembered that she was supposed to be angry. But before she could start yelling, Dumbledore continued. "Witches and wizards have been fighting a battle against evil for a very long time, as have you, so I'm sure you'll understand our plight." At these words, the sparkle left his eyes just the slightest bit, and the effect made him look so much older than before. Even that small absence of mirth gave him a solemn expression. "There have always been Dark wizards and witches, but we are now fighting the worst we have ever seen. His name is Voldemort. Others are afraid to say his name, but that only gives him more power, the power of fear. Fifteen years ago many of us thought that Voldemort was gone for good. "You see, fifteen years ago Voldemort tried to kill a one year old boy, after killing both his parents, and failed. No one knows why this failure broke his power, but it did, and until two years ago the entire wizarding world thought him dead, save for a few." Usagi knew, from the words he said before, but even more from the darkness creeping into his eyes, what was to come. "You were wrong." "Yes, we were wrong. Voldemort was not dead. He'd spent his wizarding career seeking immortality, and the combination of spells and enchantments he'd put himself through made Voldemort less than a man and more of a monster. While we went about our business, he waited in shadows for someone to come a rescue him. "Two years ago, Voldemort's patience rewarded him, and he regained his powers. We've waited for a strike from him, and it finally occurred. I'm certain you've heard of the assassination of the British Prime Minister." Usagi thought, a memory percolating in her brain of a conversation with Mamo-chan about the death. Her fiancé raged about it, declaring that when she took her throne as NeoQueen, he would give her the best royal guard ever seen, and she would never be in danger of such an attack. "Yes, I've heard." "That was Voldemort's doing. One of his followers, a man named Peter Pettigrew, is suspected." He stared at her, ever-darkening eyes waiting for her to assimilate the information. After a pause and a deep breath, Usagi nodded. "Voldemort and any of his followers can kill with magic, swiftly, without leaving a mark and without mercy. They are all extremely dangerous." Dumbledore sighed. He looked so sad, and Usagi wanted very much to hug him, feeling as though she gazed on her own grandfather, though he didn't resemble the man at all. "I didn't however, bring you here to fight Voldemort or any of his followers directly. I would never ask that of an outsider, not even one of your reputation and power. "I brought you here to protect the boy." ~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~ Usagi sat at the Gryffindor table, blue eyes settled on the boy, Harry. She couldn't help how her eyes wanted to study the scar on his forehead, examine it to see if it could really be a thing born of violent magic. After what Dumbledore told her, she knew why he'd expected a reaction to his name. He thought she'd heard of him, and would either pull back in fear and awe, or becoming a drooling fangirl. Hermione slide something across the table at her. Usagi looked down to see the parchment, which she'd wasted no time in showing them. To her relief, the magic seemed to know not only what language she could read, but which style of characters, for she saw neat and simple kanna on the page. Stop staring. Harry hates it when people stare. Usagi sighed, and picked up the quill with the hand that wasn't holding a fork. Awkward things, forks. How she wished for a pair of chopsticks. I'm sorry, she wrote back, but I can't help it.She paused, remembering what else Dumbledore told her. I've always wanted to meet Harry Potter, and never thought I would, even when I found out I was coming to Hogwarts. Is that why you didn't want to come? Usagi winced inwardly. How was she supposed to explain she didn't want to come because she was supposed to be getting married? They thought she was sixteen! She used eating as an excuse to think, then wrote down the first thing that came to her frantic mind. No, I just didn't want to get here to find out that I'm behind everyone else in my magic studies. She sighed, grateful that she'd come up with such a believable excuse. After all, she would likely bungle all of her classes anyway, seeing as she didn't know the slightest thing about magic or how to do it. This way, no one would be surprised. Her eyes fell to rest on Hermione's response. Oh no, I'm sure you're much more advanced than the rest of us. I've read all about Mahou. You only have six grades instead of seven, because you study more days for longer hours than we do. I understand that you'll have to attend an extra year when you get back to make up for how behind you'll be after studying here. Usagi nearly choked. Underneath Hermione's neat handwriting, she recognized Ron's untidy scrawl. Really? That's bonkers. Sorry, Usagi. And below that, Harry's writing, neater than Ron's. Yeah, I'd hate to have to go an extra year just because I went one year to a school where I already knew everything the teachers were talking about. Usagi felt like dying. End Chapter Two.