The Sisterhood

Author's Note: Greetings Harry Potter/Sailor Moon fans! I am Hipolita Ravenchild, and this is my very first story (posted, that is). Let's see, this is a Harry Potter/Sailor Moon crossover. My story doesn't follow the story line of the Sailor Moon series and could possibly be labeled as an AU fic. As far a Harry Potter goes, I guess it comes after GoF. Like I said, this is my first story, so go easy on me. On with the show!

Harry Potter sighed and rolled over in his bed. By the glowing red numbers on the clock by his bed, it was already half past three. Sleep was once again lost to him. Harry laughed mirthlessly to himself. Of course he couldn't sleep…who would want to sleep if they had to relive the worst night of their life over and over in their dreams? He wondered if he would ever sleep properly again. Three more hours of peace, and then Aunt Petunia would pound on the door at six so he could begin he daily regimen of torture.

True to form, his Aunt rapped on the door at 6:00 precisely. "Up!" her shrill voice commanded, "I won't have you laying about all day." 'Of course, though Dudley lays in till one in the afternoon.' Harry had already dressed and eaten some of the food his friends had been kind enough to send him in the beginning of the summer. He opened the door to be greeted by the sight of a very flustered Aunt. "That owl of yours is in the kitchen. Keep her in your room, or I'll have her put to sleep." Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. The Dursleys threatened to do something to Hedwig at least once a week. They would never do it, of course, for fear that Harry would find a way to contact his godfather, but he supposed it made them happy to try and intimidate him. "You will weed my garden, paint the fence in the back, and then clean all the windows or you will have no food for the week." The boy nodded while vaguely wondering why he did the chores, it's not like he would starve if the Dursley's didn't feed him. He supposed it was because he just didn't have the emotional strength to fight. Since the Third Task he hadn't had much strength to do anything.

While Harry cleaned the first window on the second floor, occasionally wiping sweat from his brow, an owl flew up behind him. He didn't recognize it immediately, but supposed it must have come from the school…it looked important anyway. He climbed down the ladder to where the owl had landed on the fence. He relieved the owl of it's message, and, after ruffling it's feathers for a moment, it flew away. Harry opened the letter, noticing it bared no Hogwarts seal, and began to read.

Dear Mr. Potter,

How is your holiday coming along? I am rather enjoying myself. I have given consent for you to stay with the Weasleys for the rest of the summer, after much pleading from the whole family. They have trusted me to contact you, so you may not receive an owl from them. I understand that they will arrive at your residence on Saturday, June 29. I must remind you, however, that you must not wonder off by yourself, for obvious reasons. I trust you to be responsible, Harry. Enjoy the rest of your holiday!


Albus Dumbledore

P.S. I thought it unnecessary to use the traditional crest on the letter. I do hope you don't mind.

Harry nearly jumped for joy. It was Friday, the 28th, and that meant the Weasleys would come for him tomorrow! Gracious, he had to go pack! He ran inside at breakneck speed, nearly running over his aunt, who was standing in the doorway. "How dare you! Receiving one a letter from one of those…those…people in the middle of daylight. You didn't even finish your chores! No food for two weeks!" She managed to shriek while nearly hyperventilating. "I'm leaving tomorrow." Harry stated simply. "You will not be going anywhere!" Vernon shouted down the stairs. He had, apparently, heard the entire conversation. "I am leaving this house, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me." Harry pivoted on his heel, right back out the door. Using the ladder, he climbed to his window into his room.

After packing all of his things, and looking carefully around to make sure he hadn't missed anything, Harry collapsed on his bed. It occurred to him suddenly that he was exhausted. In all of the excitement of being permitted to leave Pivet Drive, he had forgotten that he had not had any sleep and had been working all day. As he drifted off to sleep, his sleepy mind wondered to the person he was most looking forward to seeing, Virginia Ophelia Wesley. He has realized some time ago that he was in love with the girl, but did not nurture the feeling because of the fear of her brothers. Then with all of the excitement of the Triwizard Tournament…. He never finished that thought. He slept a good, deep sleep that night, dreaming only of the copper-haired angel that awaited him on the marrow.

Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read my story. I will add a disclaimer now.

Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter nor Sailor Moon belong to me. They belong to their talented and blessed creators and their affiliates. I am simply borrowing the characters to write a story that my muses have been badgering me over. Any resemblance in this story to any person living, dead, or otherwise is completely coincidental.