Chapter 1

Harry's POV

"Did you hear about how we're getting new foreign exchange students from Japan for the year?" I hear Hermione ask and I turn away from where I was looking, at Cho, and look at her, sitting down in our compartment on the train. "Hmm? No I didn't." "I for one am excited. Won't it be interesting to learn about wizards from different cultures?" She gushes and Ron rolls his eyes. "Yeah right. Exciting it's anything but! I don't understand what the big deal is," Ron snorts and Hermione glares at him.

"The big deal, Ronald, is that this is a once in a life time opportunity to learn something about another country! Learn more about foreign wizards!" She snaps and Ron snickers. "In other words, it's just something to make you even more of a nerd?" I mentally face palm and look out the window as the train begins to move, tuning out Ron and Hermione's bickering. Hmm new students. Could be interesting.

Haruhi's POV

"W-what do you mean we're wizards?" I ask the bearded man as he smiles at me. "You're not a wizard, you're a witch," He corrects and I nod. "You all have small traces of magic in you, which is why we didn't know of you when you all turned 11. Your magic probably comes from ancestors, that skipped a few generations, almost like a muggle-born, but not quite. You see, your magic isn't the same. It's hidden inside of you, and you'll have to work to bring it out," The man explains and I nod. "But, won't we be far behind all of the other students our age?" I ask and the man smiles.

"I was getting to that," He replies, before pulling out a long stick, pointing it at all of us, then swishing it. I let out a small 'eep' as purple sparks rain down on me. My body feels tingly, then suddenly, I get an awful headache for a split second. I grasp my head in pain, but as quick as it comes, it goes, and new knowledge fills my head. I suddenly know all about charms and potions. Wizards and witches. Everything that a 15 year old witch should know. "That's amazing," Tamaki senpai breathes, for once, not hyper and obnoxious.

"What I would like to know, is why are we going all the way to England for schooling? Surely there are wizarding schools in Japan?" Kyouya questions and the man's eyes twinkle. "Yes, there are, but most of them take purebloods, and very few take muggle0borns. None would take some like you, forgive me if I sound rude, who are underdeveloped." The man explains and we nod.

"Well, that's all for now. Hagrid, the Care Of Magical Creatures teacher, will be here in a week to take you shopping for all of your necessities, then take you to our wonderful school. Good day," The man says, before swiftly walking to the door. "Wait! Sensai!" I exclaim and the man turns around. "Yes, Miss Fujiyoka?" "What's your name again?" "I am Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts." He smiles and his eyes crinkle at the sides, before he walks out the door, vanishing from sight with a loud pop.