A/N: Hey all, another new fic from me… this is just a teaser, so if there's no response, I'll go back to working on other things.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon , Card Captor Sakura, Weiss Kreuz, Gundam Wing, Ranma ½, Dragonball Z, Fruits Basket, Megami Kouhosei, or Inuyasha.
Tap. Taptap. Tap. Usagi frowned in her sleep, rolling over in an attempt to block out the infernal tapping. Tap. Taptaptap. Tap. She rolled over again.
Tap. Tap. Taptap. Ta— THUMP.
"Itai!" Usagi yelped, finally waking to find herself on the floor, sheets tangled around her legs. She groaned and freed herself, her face thunderous. A glance at the clock on her bedside table told her that it was inhumanly early in the morning: only nine o'clock.
Usagi's eyes narrowed. That. Blasted. TAPPING! Usagi pinpointed the source— the window— and stopped short, staring.
There was an owl tapping on her window. Usagi blinked hard and swallowed.
"Okay, Odango, if you can deal with talking cats, you can deal with—" Usagi appraised the bird quickly, noting an envelope clutched in its claws. "— mail-carrying owls. Right." She stood slowly and crept toward her window, as if the owl would break through the glass and attack her if she moved too quickly. It tapped on the window again, causing Usagi to yelp and shield herself.
When nothing else happened, Usagi finally reached the window and opened it. The owl gave an annoyed hoot and landed on the sill, dropping the envelope in front of the girl. It paused and cocked its head at Usagi, as if waiting for something. Usagi gave it a suspicious look and reached for the envelope, snatching it when the owl didn't try to ravage her hand. Perceiving that the owl would not try to harm her for at least another moment, Usagi turned her attention to the envelope.
Seeing the addressee, she gasped; it was for her, but that wasn't what surprised her. The words, penned in blue ink, read thus:
c/o Usagi Tsukino
The Far Left Bedroom
86 Kiyabashi Way
Usagi gulped. Had she been lax in her identity? Rei was going to kill her. Deciding to comply with the sender's wishes, be they world domination or otherwise, she flipped the envelope over and undid the seal (a crest with a snake, a lion, a badger, and an eagle surrounding a stylized "H").
She pulled out one of the papers inside and was surprised to see that it did not convey a threat to her life or the world— so far, so good.
Hogwarts Academy for Unusual and Talented Spellcasters
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Miss Tsukino (Princess Serenity),
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to participate in an experimental academic institution for unusual and talented spellcasters. Due to your unusual form of magic, we have deemed it wise for you to learn to control and improve your talents. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins August 30. Please return your acceptance/declination via the messenger. Transportation to the school and compulsory language spells will be provided.
Minerva McGonagallDeputy Headmistress
"O…kay…" Usagi mouthed to herself dubiously, raising her eyebrows. If this was a trap, it was very thinly veiled. She thought back to her grades from the previous term and flinched. "On second thought, maybe I'd do better in a school for magic…"
The thoroughfare was bustling, and Usagi looked nervously at her guide, a short man named Professor Filius Flitwick. Why, oh why did I agree to this, Usagi wondered as she witnessed a woman buying a pound of scarab wings. She flinched, disgusted, and continued looking around.
"First we'll get your robes, so it's off to Madam Malkin's," Flitwick told her. "Quickly, now, I've got nineteen other Academy students to help!" He ushered her down the street and then stopped, spotting someone. "Ah! Mr. Potter! Could you come here, please?"
This called the attention of three teenagers nearby: a tall redheaded boy, a bushy-haired girl, and a boy with messy black hair. The black-haired one walked over, trailed by the other two, who were just as curious as to why their friend had been called over.
"Did you need something, Professor Flitwick?" the black-haired boy, most likely Potter, asked, glancing at Usagi questioningly.
"Yes, Potter, this is Usagi Tsukino," Flitwick said. "Miss Tsukino, this is Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Potter, could you please help Tsukino get her school things? She'll be joining the Academy this term. I really must be going, there are plenty of other students I need to show around. Excuse me." Before Harry Potter could object, the dwarf professor had disappeared into the crowd.
The teens stood and stared at each other for a few moments, and Usagi was particularly nervous. Then, the girl— Hermione— broke out into a smile.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley, Usagi. Are you a Muggle-born?"
"What is… a Muggle-born?" Usagi said slowly, still getting used to speaking in English. The trio exchanged glances.
"That answers that, then," Harry said. The trio began walking down the street, Usagi trailing behind. "A Muggle-born is a witch or wizard with non-magical parents, which we call Muggles. Come on, Madam Malkin's is down this way. I need to get some new robes, too, I'm transferring to the Academy this year." Usagi fell in step with the Brits, feeling out of place.
"You will be in the Academy?" Usagi asked hesitantly, still unsure of her English. "Do you know of any others who I may meet? I do not know anyone here, but I have heard that there will be other Japanese people there."
"You're the first person we've met who isn't transferring from Hogwarts," Ron said. "There are a couple seventh years transferring, but other than that, it's just Harry." He made a face at Harry, who blushed.
"We'll still be able to see each other, Ron," Harry reminded him, which calmed the redhead a bit. Hermione shook her head.
"Anyway, there is… one other Hogwarts student transferring," Hermione told Usagi, "but he's… well…"
"A bloody git," Ron interrupted hotly. "Don't associate with him, he's bad news."
"Am I now, Weasley?" drawled a voice from behind. The four whirled around, and Usagi stared at this newcomer. He was tall, with silvery-blond hair the exact shade as Usagi's when she transformed into Princess Serenity. He stared back steadily, his steel-gray eyes appraising. "I take it this is one of the transfer students to the Academy? She doesn't look like much. Not all that surprising, actually, as she's obviously a Mudblood." Usagi frowned in confusion at this new term, perceiving that it was impolite by the way Harry and Hermione were holding Ron back in an effort to prevent him from attacking the stranger.
"Excuse me, sir, but what is a Mudblood?" she addressed the new boy. He elegantly raised an eyebrow.
"'Sir'? You are a strange one, girl," the boy said, smirking. "Interesting, though. For a Mudblood." He gave a short laugh and walked off, ignoring Ron's insults and demands that he 'come back here and fight like a man'. Once the boy was out of sight, Ron calmed down enough that Hermione and Harry could let him go without fear of his instigating a brawl.
"Who was he?" Usagi asked, a bit more comfortable with these new friends. "What is a Mudblood? Is it a bad thing?"
"It's a really bad name for a Muggle-born or half-blooded witch or wizard," Hermione said, addressing the second question. "It's not a bad thing to be a Muggle-born, really, but some pureblooded wizarding families pride themselves on their family tree and scorn those who aren't pureblooded."
"And that," Harry said, glaring in contempt at the direction the boy left, "was Draco Malfoy, the spawn of one of the most bigoted pureblooded families in Britain."
"Never mind that," Hermione said, seeing Usagi's worried and confused expression. "Let's go get your supplies."
Usagi stayed in the Leaky Cauldron until August 30 arrived, and was still surprised to see magic at every turn. This constant surprise prepared her for other such revelations as she entered the train station at Kings Cross, and so she was remarkably not surprised when Harry (who had been staying at the pub as well) told her that she would have to walk through a wall to get to the train that would take the Hogwarts Academy students to their new home.
The students would have the train to themselves, as the students of Hogwarts School in general would not be making the journey for another two days. This was reflected in the remarkable lack of people on the platform as the duo emerged from the world of Muggles. Usagi gulped, staring at the scarlet steam engine.
"Nervous?" Harry chuckled. Usagi glared at him and shook her head vehemently. "Whatever you say! Here, I'll get your trunk on board, and you go find us a compartment, okay?"
"Careful, it's heavy," Usagi told Harry with a devious smirk, and skipped onto the train, leaving Harry with her suddenly immensly heavier trunk— she had been keeping most of her things in subspace, but after Harry's mocking, she decided to give him a little payback.
The train was roomier than she had first thought, and she sauntered happily through each car, trying to decide what compartment would be best: one in the front, one in the middle, or one in the very back. Settling on the last, Usagi made her way to the last car in a daze.
Usagi Tsukino in a daze is not a good thing.
"Itai!" she yelped, as she collided with something soft and firm at the same time. Blushing at her innate and unfathomable clumsiness, she unknowingly slipped back into her own tongue. She immediately began bowing repeatedly, crying a mantra of 'gomen nasai! Gomen nasai!"
"Che. Baka," came the reply, emotionless but for a slight tinge of disgust. Usagi then remembered that she was not in Japan, and someone was speaking her native language. She stopped mid-bow, and looked up at the victim of her klutz-attack. Her blush intensified as her eyes met eyes of detached Prussian blue. She vaguely heard someone saying in English (an American accent, if her ears didn't deceive her), 'hey, Hiiro, that wasn't a very nice thing to say, especially to such a pretty lady.' If Usagi could have blushed more, she would have. She straightened up and saw her defender, a teenaged boy with chestnut hair in a long braid. Standing behind him was another boy with platinum blond hair and light blue eyes.
"I'm sorry for my friends' rudeness, Miss. Hiiro isn't used to dealing with people and Duo is… well… an American," the blond said, blushing on behalf of his companions and ignoring the protests of the braided boy. Usagi smiled sheepishly.
"That's quite all right, I was not watching where I was going," she said. "Excuse me, I must find a compartment for my friend and I. I am sure we will see each other later." With that, she hurried to the next car, mortified at her clumsiness.
Harry joined her in the compartment she selected just before the train set in motion.
"Your trunk weighed a ton!" Harry said, slumping into a seat. "What do you keep in there, rocks?"
"That's what you get for laughing at me!" Usagi said stubbornly, turning her gaze to the window. "How long does this trip take, anyway?"
"Six hours, usually," Harry replied, looking out the window as well. Usagi's stare snapped to him, horrified.
That's all for now! Remember, this is only a teaser…