Improbable Works

Series #1 : Magical Storm

written by Shaun G.

Disclaimer : Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling. Disney owns Power Rangers
Ninja Storm. This is an AU/Fusion of both series, and should not be taken
too seriously. It's a humor fanfiction for a reason.

I hold nothing but charecterization sacred, and I do my best to write
everyone In Charecter. Slight deviations of charecter but that is to be
expected with the story in question.


Chapter 1 : Reflection on Days Past

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Thrust, kick, jab.

Kick, punch, sweep.

Jump, bicycle kick through the air. Land with an unceremonious thud on the
ground.

The black clad teenager in the full body ninja suit and face mask groaned as
he lay on the ground, staring up into the dawn. Streaks of orange, gold and
red from the rising sun pierced through the small smattering of cloud cover.
The teenager lay on the ground as he removed his mask, revealing features
well known to the wizarding world. Yes, this boy, is Harry Potter, the
Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry Potter was a well known household name in the Wizarding world.
Everyone knew his story, as a Dark Wizard named Lord Voldemort, or more
commonly referred to as You-Know-Who, entered Godric's Hollow one fateful
night. It was that night, October 31, 1981 when Voldemort swept into the
home where James and Lily Potter resided in, and killed them with an
Unforgivable Curse.

He then proceeded to kill Harry with the same curse, but it rebounded and
destroyed Voldemort's physical form, leaving Harry with a thin lightning
bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Without a physical form, he fled to the
forests of Albania where he possessed the bodies of small animals to
survive.

Over the years, Harry had grown up with an abusive family who had a very
medieval outlook on his heritage. His only living family remaining, the
Dursleys, had made his life a living hell on earth. From the very beginning,
they had put him to work like a common slave, giving him very little food
each day. Even when he was four, he was forced to weed the garden and toil
in the hot sun while his cousin Dudley steadily grew to the rough size of a
Killer Whale. Dudley had not made Harry's life any easier. At first, he
tormented Harry with name calling and other childish persuits. Later on, he
and his gang from the local school bullied and abused Harry. Vernon and
Petunia Dursley made no motion to stop them.

It was on his seventh birthday that Harry met with the man who would change
his life before the word Magic came into his whole being.

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Harry listlessly toiled at the dirt before him as the rain poured about him,
soaking the young boy to the bone. He dug his hand into the soft soil of the
garden and pulled out a weed. Aunt Petunia never gave him any tools unless
it was for a job such as painting the house and fence. And she never gave
Harry a break. If he was off school for the weekend, Harry found himself
outside doing work, or slaving away at cooking the family meals.

As he removed the thick clump of prickly weeds with a quick jerk, a voice
called out to him. "Hello there."

Harry looked up. To his surprise, he found a bald asian man standing before
him from the sidewalk. In one hand, he carried a bamboo staff, something
Harry never saw before. His eyes were kindly as he walked over in the rain.
Stooping beside Harry, he held his umbrella over him he said, "Child, why
are you out here? Do you not realize that it is raining?" The words were not
angry, rather kind and soft.

"I have to sir," Harry said. He noted that the man had a faint british
accent, as if he was foriegn born and grew up in the country. "Aunt Petunia
will get awfully upset if I don't."

"You live with your aunt, you say?" At Harry's nod, he handed the boy his
umbrella and walked up to the door. Rapping sharply on the door with his
staff, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed behind it.

Vernon Dursley opened it and peered at the asian man with his small beady
eyes. "Yes? What do you want?" he asked rudely.

"I noticed your nephew outside, and could not help but wonder what kind of
people are you to let a young boy outside in this weather, doing yard work?"
His soft tone had gone hard and accusing.

Vernon glowered at the unnamed man. "It is our buisness to do with that boy
as we wish!" Vernon snapped angrily. "Be off! Boy! Keep working!"

The man didn't seem to move. But Harry caught the whole motion. His staff
blurred and Vernon found himself slumped against the stairs, coughing. The
man looked angry, his hands clutching his staff. "Unfit guardian," he
snapped. Turning to the boy, he smiled at him and walked over.

Petunia witnessed the whole thing and had gone chalk white. "You're one of
them, aren't you?"

The man turned to look at the woman and raised an eyebrow. He did not know
what she accused him of, but decided to answer. "I am." Petunia went paper
white and slammed the door behind her. The sound of multiple locks clicking
into place was heard.

Harry turned to the man who helped him up with a gentle tug on his hand.
"Thank you sir," Harry said softly. "That was the first time someone has
stood up for me."

"I could not let someone like them leave you alone." The man smiled and
patted Harry's head. "I am Sensei Harry Chin."

"Harry. Harry Potter." Chin looked at his forehead, specifically the
lightning shaped scar on it.

Chin nodded and said, "Harry, how would you like to learn how to defend
yourself? And others that you care for?"

Harry looked down, scuffing his worn shoes on the ground. "I... have no one
to protect."

"Then learn to defend yourself. Bullies like your relatives should not be
left alone." Chin reasoned. "If you wish, come with me."

Harry looked at the hand that beckoned to him. Taking it slowly, Chin smiled
at Harry. Harry smiled at Chin. Chin then made a gesture with his free hand,
two fingers upwards, the thumb and last two fingers curled in. They vanished
in a cloud of dust.

And so, Harry learned. He learned about inner strength, and the will of the
human race. Every day under Master Chin's tutilage, Harry grew exceptionally
strong in the ways of the Ninja Warriors. When he had first arrived, other
training Ninjas saw him as a young child. But over time, the child grew, and
became strong willed. Every day, when he returned to the house from after
school and his ninja training, the Dursley's would bully him more, only to
be scorned by Harry who had long since stopped listening to them.

Harry had grown, much more than what the Wizarding World had expected. Over
the years, he had adapted to the powers of a Air Ninja. He sorely wished
that he could fly for real, but continued to practice his Sky Running, a
technique that allowed him to run across the breeze for a short distance at
a time.

Harry grew up, slender and trim, but he retained his boyhood gangliness well
to his eleventh birthday. During that time, Harry recieved a strange letter,
addressed to him. The Dursleys kept him locked in the cupboard, in an
attempt to quell the strength of spirit and rebelliousness of Harry's
developed confidence, but alas, for the Dursleys, it did not work.

Harry found a letter, addressed to him on yellow parchment and written in
green ink. It was addressed to him. Knowing that the Dursleys would try and
steal it to make his life miserable, or even worse, cut him off from his
training for a whole month until he went to Stonewall. Fortunately, for the
Dursleys, they were frightened of Harry's Sensei, calling him "One of Them".
What they meant by that, Harry still had no fathoming of what it meant and
did not wish to pry, lest they lock him in the cupboard for a whole two
months.

Harry trained at a secret location, deep within the hills and forests in a
remote area of England, a place almost unreachable because of the sheer
cliffs that surrounded it. His training also taught him how to harness his
chi, or life force, and move great distances at blinding speeds. Making sure
no one saw him, Harry gathered his energy and burst off down the road
towards the forested area that connected to the outside of Surrey. People
who saw the Boy-Who-Lived running at blinding speeds only saw a streak, and
a whoosh of wind.

Screeching to a halt before the wooded area, Harry panted, as doing the Wind
Sprint tired out him still. Sensei had said that with age and practice, he
could move faster and farther if he tried. Walking at a more normal pace
into the forest where the sound of rushing water was heard, Harry opened the
letter which displayed a most curious letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump,
International Confed. of Wizards.)

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books
and equiptment. Term begins on 1 September We await your owl by no later
than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Harry knew that it was ten days before his birthday, as his birthday landed
on July 31. Each birthday was spent solely at Sensei's Wind Ninja Academy,
as the Dursleys did not want to upset Harry, or incure some wrath. For they
believed, he was learning Magic from the asian man, which Harry, kept the
secret of his real training from them.

The celebrations at the Wind Ninja Academy was always a treat. The elder
ninjas regarded Harry as their youngest brother, and persisted to throw
giant parties for him. Harry's presents were kept at his room at the
Academy, for the Dursleys would most likely break and throw them out. Sensei
Chan who shared Harry's given first name, and his older son Cam treated him
like family.

All of the ninjas he knew their names by heart, and were his extended
family. There was joking Peter, Drew and Shane who kept Harry's day bright.
Sensitive Milissia and fiesty Kimberly who commonly wanted to be called Kim.

Sarah and Devon were inseperable, having become romantically entangled
during the years that Harry had attended ninja school. Harry was to be their
best man during their wedding in five years.

There were many others who had graduated in the past five years he had been
there, and each one of them had their own place in Harry's memories.
Re-reading the letter, Harry stuffed it into his pocket as he came to a
large waterfall. Most people didn't know about the place, Sensei said that
the inherant magical forces of the area kept people away from discovering
the entrance to the Academy.

Harry stepped on the waters surface tenatively, even though he had done it a
thousand times before. Walking on water was never his forte, and he kept on
thinking that he would plunge into the shallow depths of the small lake.
Walking to the waterfall, Harry made a couple of gestures and the water
parted, revealing a cavern. The cavern swelled and flared with light.

Cam was a genius, and designed the portals that would bring them to the
remote area of England where the Academy lay. The light swelled and Harry
felt the pull of the portal as he was pulled from where he stood and landed
on the outskirts of the training grounds.

Waving to the others who had stopped to see the one who had arrived, Harry
made his way to the patio where Chan listened to his son Cameron detail some
project of his.

"... I can get the hydraulics system going, but the material and sheer mass
of the megazord will..." Cam trailed off as he found Harry waiting for them
at the gated entrance. "Oh, hello Harry." Cam sported a stronger British
accent than his father, as he was raised solely in England.

"Hello Cam, Sensei." Harry bowed politely.

Chin gestured as Harry slipped over and sat down next to Cam. Stealing a
peek at Cam's laptop, he found a skeleton framework of some kind of robot.
Harry shrugged to himself. It was probably one of Cam's projects. Chin
looked at Harry as he folded his hands before him. "Well, it is your
birthday in ten days, Harry. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sensei," Harry said. Then, remembering the strange letter, he
pulled it out of his pocket and held it out to Chin. "Sensei, I recieved
this letter. It is very strange, and I was wondering what you could make of
it."

Chin looked at the letter. After reading it for a few minutes, twice over,
he set it down and folded his hands. "I think," he said slowly, "you should
accept this offer."

Cam had long since read it over after his father had read it. Looking up, he
blinked and said, "A Wizarding school?"

"Many things we do not know about this world, Cam and Harry," Chin said.
"But, do not stop your mind from growing. Harry, you may take the offer. You
have my blessing."

"It is a boarding school, sensei," Harry said tenatively. "I will not be
here to train as often. Most likely in the Summer."

"I do not think you will need to worry, Harry," Chin said kindly, eyes
twinkling merrily. "As long as you devote yourself to what you feel is
important, then it is all right. But it does not mean that you can slack
off, now is it?"

Harry chuckled. "Yes, yes. I realize that."

After returning to the Dursleys, as much as Harry wanted to stay overnight,
Vernon found the letter sticking out of Harry's jeans pocket. He had gone an
unpleasant shade of purple and then white. And thus, began the madness which
eventually had Harry rescued by a giant of a man named Rubeus Hagrid.

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A lot of things had changed over the four years at Hogwarts. With virtually
no time on his hands, and with Ron and Hermione behind him every step of the
way in their adventures, Harry almost had no time to practice his martial
arts. Luckily, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore had caught him one night sneaking
out to practice. Dumbledore was obviously caught off guard, something Harry
had never seen again in the following three years of his schooling.
Dumbledore had set up a gym behind the painting of Sir Cadogan and his fat
grey pony. The painting was obviously barking mad in a way that reminded
Harry of the story of Don Quixote, but he did ward off students who
dismissed the paintings rantings.

Even through all of his mad ravings, Cadogan surprisingly held a huge room
behind him, empty and ready to be filled. Harry had been given the room to
practice in solitude and in an emulation of nature, as Dumbledore himself
had bewitched the whole room to be an expansive field, complete with real
dirt, fresh air and even a waterfall for Harry to soak himself under while
meditating as it were.

There, he trained daily after school. He had expanded his Sky Running to a
full twenty minutes, but to his frustration, he could not achieve full
flight even with his magic supporting him. Harry relented and figured that
real flight was even beyond Wizards and Witches.

Every so often, a teacher would come in to monitor Harry's progress. Many
had never seen Muggle fighting, especially of the armed and unarmed forms.
Minerva McGonagall and many others, including Madam Pomfrey and Professor
Flitwick had balked at Harry wielding sharp weapons, but after the Basilisk
and the whole Chamber of Secrets mess, they provided Harry with a full
armory of weaponry and practice dummies for throwing weapons and the
occasional beheading by katana. To make sure that no one used the weapons
for mischief if they ever discovered Harry's room, the weapons were charmed
to vanish and reappear in the room, never to be brought out of the room.

Harry, throughout the years, kept in touch with Sensei Chin and Cam. It
seemed that the Academy was still taking on students, and they were doing
well. And during the summers, Harry spent almost every waking moment at the
Academy, when he wasn't being forced to do hard labour by Vernon and
Petunia, or at the Weasleys.

Vernon and Petunia, during the summer after Harry's first year when he
stopped Quirrell and Voldemort from gaining the Philosophers Stone, the
Dursleys had been petrified that he would turn them all into toads. Harry
thought it was a great lark, and played along with their fears until Dobby
the House Elf decided to shatter a pyramid of glasses, and thus, brought the
Ministry's attention to himself. And the Dursleys for that matter.

Vernon locked Harry in his room, attatched bars to his window, and padlocked
Hedwig's cage tight. His stuff in the cupboard under the stairs was double
locked. They fed him, but barely. Harry was stuck in the room for a good
seven days past his birthday before Ron, George and Fred came in their
fathers flying battered old turquoise car. He had spent the remainder of the
summer with the Weasley's and thought it to be the best time ever.

Second year at Hogwarts found a flurry of owls going back and forth. Hedwig
was quite busy that year, sending letters back and forth to Sensei Chin and
Cam. He also got letters from his friends at the Academy, wishing him well
for the rest of the year. The year and the whole fiasco came and went, and
Harry found himself once again at Privet Drive.

A lot happened that summer. Peter, Drew and Shane graduated, but remained on
as instructors alongside Sensei Chin. But with the new year, came new
worries. An escaped Murderer called Sirius Black managed to escape Azkaban,
the Wizarding Prison. Much worse than Muggle Prisons, the Wizarding Prison
was guarded by creatures called Dementors.

Dementors were soulless creatures that reminded Harry of the Nazgul from Cam
's old animated Lord of the Rings movie. With rotting greenish skin and no
visible features, the Dementors sucked the happiness out of the area where
they resided. Many Wizards condemned to Azkaban were driven insane. Rubeus
Hagrid, the Groundskeeper of Hogwarts and good friend of Harry and his
friends, was sent to Azkaban in the previous year. He had been framed of
setting loose the creature that killed the student in a girls washroom back
when he was a student, and was framed by Tom Riddle. Hogwarts had been very
close to being shut down for good, until Harry had killed the Basilisk and
destroyed Tom Riddle's diary.

That year had Harry learning a great deal from Professor Lupin, an old
friend of Harry's biological father and mother. They had learned how to
defend against many dark creatures, ranging from Boggarts and Grindylows.
But most importantly, Harry had learned how to cast the Patronus spell to
drive away the Dementors. That year also left Harry stronger, but
remembering his mother and fathers death with vivid detail. He had never
wanted to see another Dementor ever again after that.

What turned the year on it's head was the fact that Sirius Black, the man
who killed twelve muggles and Peter Pettigrew, another friend of his father
and mother, was innocent. Pettigrew had been an Animagus, an animal shape
shifter, and remained as Scabbers, Ron's pet rat. Pettigrew escaped before
they could bring him in and clear Sirius who happened to be Harry's
Godfather. Together with Hermione and a Time Turner, Harry was able to
rescue a hippogriff named Buckbeak, and Sirius who had been captured and
sentanced to the Dementors Kiss. It had taken a good three hours of waiting,
but they managed to save both. After the whole incident, Harry was sorely
tempted to show Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic just how much damage
a trained ninja could do to a person.

Harry was certian Remus had did his job of modifying Snape's memory, for he
had snapped and kicked Snape across the room when he tried to turn in
Sirius. Of course, Snape had no explination of the foot shaped bruise on his
chest for the rest of the year, as Harry had put enough force into that snap
kick to knock him senseless.

That summer, after a short stay at the Dursleys, Ron and Hermione had
interrogated Harry at the Weasleys. The whole shock of seeing mind mannered
Harry kick Professor Snape into a wall hard enough to knock him out was
beyond them. Ron insisted on doing it in the old cop show stereotype as
Harry was locked in a dark room with only a torch for interrogation.

Harry swore them under secrecy and explained his past history to them.
Hermione was aghast, saying that there were no ninjas anymore, while Ron
asked what a Ninja was. After much convincing, and Sky Running across the
Weasley's Quidditch Pitch with no magic for a good lap, they were convinced
that Harry, was indeed, a Ninja.

Of course, there had been the embarrasing part when Harry hadn't made it
fully into the ground when he tried Earth Diving. George and Fred had
happened on Harry at that moment and found to their delight that Harry had
somehow lodged himself straight down into the earth to chest height. They
all had a good laugh when Harry passed it off as a really big Gopher Hole.

The rest of the year passed by in a blur that seemed like an eternity to
Harry. Between the Quidditch World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament which
ended up with Cedric Diggory being killed, Harry had no more time to think.
He had stopped his training almost fully, only training when he was stumped
on the challenges.

Diggory.

The thought of Cedric's lifeless expression still haunted Harry as he lay on
the grass. The Wind Ninja Academy held a certian life to it, something that
resonated with ages of students coming back and forth through the ages. It
was home to him, as much as Hogwarts was home.

No one was out at this time of day, most were sleeping. Harry, preferred to
work out when no one was around, basking in the solitude of the day. It
cleared his mind and helped him to cope with the fact that he wasn't fast
enough to stop the Death Eaters from killing Diggory. Ever since returning
home, he had escaped the Dursleys without them knowing, sending Ron and
Hermione a letter with Hedwig. He had told them that he was at the Academy
for the rest of the summer training.

Harry had reflected on that after he had a good cry in his room at the
Academy. A ninja, who could run as fast as he could, not being able to stop
one person from dying? Harry knew it was strange, but not impossible. He was
too concerned with where they were, what they had been doing, and where the
cup had taken them. And... he hadn't heard the voice until it was too late.

Kill the spare.

Those words stayed with Harry even as he watched the sun come up from behind
the clouds. The cool grass welcomed him as he let his pressures slide away.
But to Harry, the ache would never go away.

So intent on his thoughts, that Harry didn't notice Cameron sitting down
next to him. Cam was dressed in a plain black ninja outfit with a symbol
with red, blue and yellow encircling it. Cameron didn't look it, but he was
solidly built and was a well trained ninja. He just preferred to do his
workouts early or late in the morning, and most often, exersized his
intellect.

"Hullo Harry," Cam said, startling Harry.

Harry looked over at him and sighed. "Hullo Cam. You should stop sneaking up
on me like that."

Cam laughed as he stretched out on the damp grass. "It's your birthday
today. Congratulations."

Harry sighed. "I certianly feel older than fifteen years old. More like
twenty."

"I can understand that," Cam said, shifting to a sitting position. "It must
be hard, being the hero of the wizarding world. Everyone expects you to be a
pillar of strength, the unbeatable one."

"I didn't ask for it," Harry said softly. "I just want to be a normal boy,
who doesn't have a Dark Lord trying to kill him constantly."

Cam and Harry watched the sun rise up into the sky. The last of the night
melted away and warm rays spread over their bodies, making them squint.
"There was an owl for us last night," Cam said after a moment's peace. "Your
friend, Ron had his father connect us to the Floo Network for the day."

Harry looked up in surprise. "But the temple doesn't have a fireplace, does
it?"

Cam smiled at that. "We have one. In fathers study. In fact, the guests
should be arriving by nine o'clock today."

Time flew by after that pronouncement as Harry got ready for the day. After
cleaning up and changing into his oversized sweater and jeans, he counted
down the minutes until nine that morning.

As he waited for them, the fireplace burst into green flames. And with a
whooshing sound, Ron Weasley exited from the fire, covered in soot. He
looked up and grinned. "Harry!"

"Ron! Good to see you!" They shared a manly hug which consisted of slapping
each other on the back and a firm handshake as Fred and George popped out,
bearing a few presents in hand.

One by one, the Weasleys popped into the study. Soon after Ginny had popped
through, Hermione appeared, looking a bit flustered. Harry greeted Hermione
with enthusiasm as Molly and Arthur Weasley appeared from the green flames.

"Hullo Harry," Arthur greeted jovially. "So, this is the Muggle Academy you
go to? Quite the place indeed."

As Harry greeted the Weasley parents and got a big hug from Mrs. Weasley,
the flames flared green again. With a zooming sound, an elderly man stepped
out of the fire. Harry gasped. "Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"Hullo Harry," Dumbledore said, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "I
see you have been keeping well."

"Headmaster, what are you doing here?" Harry asked politely.

"I have come, not only to celebrate your fifteenth birthday, but to as well,
speak to the man who has raised such a fine young man like yourself." Harry
went pink with embarassment.

The doors then opened up at the other side of the room. There, stood Sensei
Chin and his son, Cameron. Chin walked over to Dumbledore and bowed low. "It
is an honor to meet you in person, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore copied his action. "And quite an honor for myself as well. Your
letter said you had something to discuss with me?"

"Yes, I do." Chin lead Dumbledore out the door as Cam ushered everyone to
the grounds where a large table had been set with typical muggle foods that
Harry enjoyed during his birthdays at the Academy. At the end of the table
stood a large chocolate cake. its rich vanilla and chocolate icing
tantalizing the senses. Harry introduced Cam to the Weasleys and Hermione,
and they set about bringing out the food.

Hermione, Cam and Harry brought out the food, despite the protests of Molly
who wanted to help. After a short time to set up, they dug in.

Ron eyed the long roasted hot dog in the bun and asked, "What is this
thing?"

"That's a Hot Dog, a muggle food over from America," Hermione explained. Ron
made a face.

"This is made out of dog?" he exclaimed, aghast.

Harry laughed. "No Ron, it's just processed beef. It's really good, try some
of it. Here." He passed the ketchup bottle to Ron who added it to his food
tenatively. Taking a bite, Ron's eyes went wide and he quickly devoured the
rest.

"So Harry, how's your summer?" Ginny asked from the other side of the table.

Harry shrugged. "It's been all right, Ginny. Had it's ups and downs. I spent
most of the time here, at the Academy."

"What do you do here?" Arthur asked. "Do you use a lot of muggle things?"

Harry laughed. "Yes, I do. But mostly, I spend my time training. I've
slacked off in the last year, and wanted to get back into form."

Fred and George exchanged glances. "What do you mean," Fred said, and George
finished, "By training?"

"We learned about this near the beginning of the fourth year," Ron said,
mouth full of potato salad and baked beans. "Harry is one of those ninja
guys that muggles make a lot of moving pictures out of."

"Actually, Ninjas were a group of stealthy warriors dating back to Fudal
Japan." Hermione interjected. "They were the assassians of the shoguns and
warlords, and trained secretly."

Cam flinched at the description as the Weasleys gave both him and Harry a
disbelieving look. "Well, it used to be like that. Now, the Wind Ninja
Academy is the last of the great Ninja Academies. We don't do assinations
anymore, we protect people."

"But you can kill people in muggle ways, right?" Fred asked.

Cam sighed. "In a way. We teach our students the pressure points of a human
body, how to apply leverage to make grips let go. Here in the Wind Academy,
we teach them how to defend themselves and others. We also train in old
weapons, but teach students self control and discipline."

"That is correct," Chin said as he and Dumbledore had somehow snuck up on
everyone. "We teach our students the proper meaning of how to defend ones
self. We are training the next generation of protectors."

There was random chatter after that, most questions directed towards the
Chins or Harry. During the course of the day, random ninjas appeared to give
Harry a small trinket or anything else, along with well wishes for his
birthday. Soon, a small pile of presents had been stacked up during the
course of the day.

The day soon drew to a close, and the Weasleys were to head back to the
Burrow, and Dumbledore to his home. Dumbledore exchanged a few words with
Sensei Chin who nodded. With a flash of Floo Powder, he was gone.

"We'll see you at Diagon Alley, okay?" Ron said.

"Count on it," Harry answered, grinning widely.

Ron grinned, stepped into the fire and was gone. Hermione gave Harry a quick
hug and she was gone too.

That night in his room, Harry lay in his bed, staring up into the ceiling.
For once, he was back at the Dursleys because his sensei made him return
there every week. He said that even if family did not enjoy his presence,
family is still family.

The thoughts that plagued him all through the summer were coming back in
full force. He could recall the events of the Triwizard Cup in full detail.
He could recall all of the expressions Cedric went through, up to that
fateful moment.

'Cedric.'

Turning over in his bed, Harry buried his face in his pillow, stiffling
sobs.

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Days turned to weeks, and after a short sojourn to Diagon Alley, Harry was
once again on the Hogwarts Express bound for the school somewhere in
scotland. The Dursleys had barely seen him that summer, and they liked it
that way.

Tuning out his friends chatter on about random things, Harry ran his hands
across the package he carried onto the train with him. Sensei and Cam had
given it to him at the end of the summer at Kings Cross Station at the
entrance of Platform 9 and 3/4. Sensei had told him not to open it until he
was on the train.

Hermione noticed that Harry hadn't spoken since he got on the train, and
looked over at the wooden box. "What's that?" she asked.

Harry snapped to attention. "This? Oh, it's something my Sensei gave me."

"What's inside?" Ron asked.

Shrugging, Harry opened up the box. Inside were three black, red and gold
devices that were made of metal. Like oversized watches, they had three
buttons on the top, red standing out in front of black and gold. One had a
styled pair of wings in red. Another had a blue tail and the third had a
yellow lions head.

"Wicked," said Ron, reaching for one of them. Hermione grabbed his hand.

"Wait, Ron. Harry, what are they?"

Harry withdrew the middle one with the wings on the metal circle on the top.
He looked at it closely, turning it over in his hands. It sported a strong
velcro strap underneath it, and looked to be quite the piece of
technological work. "I don't know. But I guess it goes on the wrist."
Strapping it to his left wrist, he admired the sleek lines of the device.

"If it's technology, I doubt it will work at Hogwarts," Hermione said. "Can
I see one?"

Harry handed her the one with the blue tail on it as she looked over the
device. With a gentle tug, the circle came off in her hands. Looking at the
back of it, Hermione nodded. "Look. There's a circut board fused to the back
of this." She then reattatched it with a click.

Ron shrugged. "I don't know anything about this muggle stuff." He took the
yellow one and looked it over critically. "It seems to be some kind of fancy
muggle wristwatch like my dad has."

"There is a digital clock set into the side of it," Hermione said, having
attached the device to her left wrist. "Strange. It's still working. But
that's impossible. Even on the Hogwarts train the inherant magic should keep
technology from working, unless it is like Dean's radio which had been
bewitched to work at Hogwarts."

"Maybe they were," Harry said thoughtfully. "If the technology still works,
then perhaps Sensei got someone to enchant these devices."

"Dumbledore," Ron said suddenly. "Remember when Dumbledore and your
professor went with each other for some reason? During your birthday, do you
remember?"

"That's right," Hermione exclaimed. "And Ron, it's a sensei, not a
professor."

"But why would Dumbledore help enchant something like this? What is so
important that these devices had to keep running even at Hogwarts?" Harry
frowned in thought.

Suddenly, the door swept open, revealing Draco Malfoy standing behind it.
His two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle stood behind him, condencing smirks on
their faces. "Well well, Potty and Weasel." Draco then turned to Hermione,
his expression turning nasty. "And the Mudblood. Pity you three are still
here. The world would be a better place without you."

Ron snarled but was held back by Hermione who had a death glare afixed on
Malfoy. Harry didn't even react to the insults. Malfoy, sensing victory,
grinned nastily and pressed on. "So, the great Triwizard Champion comes back
for a second round. What are you going to do this time, Potter? Try and kill
off some of your friends here? Of course, we all know you hated Diggory for
stealing your spotlight, so you decided to get rid of him once and for all."

Ron leapt to hex Draco, eyes blazing with fury. But before a word could be
spoken, Harry said in a quiet voice, "Are you really that childish, Malfoy?"

Draco scowled at Harry angrily. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You figure it out." Harry stood and glared at Draco angrily before shoving
past him wordlessly.

Draco's mouth hung open in surprise. The thought of Diggory would normally
send Harry into a depression where he could pick on him some more. He never
thought that Potter could actually ignore him completely and call him
childish as well. "Crabbe, Goyle, we're leaving." Draco stalked off, doing a
very good impression of Serverus Snape on a bad day.

Hermione looked out the door across the car. She frowned. "Great, Harry is
nowhere in sight."

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Arriving at the Hogsmeade Platform, the sound of "First years! First years
this way!" floated through the air. Strangely enough, it did not come from
the expected giant form of Rubeus Hagrid, the Groundskeeper and Care of
Magical Creatures Professor. Instead, it was Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy
Headmistress of Hogwarts and Transfiguration Professor. Ron blinked as he
watched McGonagall place the first years into the enchanted boats. "Where's
Hagrid?" Ron wondered out loud. "McGonagall doing Hagrid's job?"

Hermione shrugged. "I haven't heard from Hagrid this summer. Harry, have you
heard from him?"

Harry shook his head. "No. It's like he dissapeared from the face of the
earth."

Harry had his suspicions that Hagrid and possibly Madam Maxine had gone as
ambassadors to the Giants. Dumbledore was no doubt, preparing for war, and
wanted to curb Voldemorts forces as much as possible.

The carriage took the trio up to Hogwarts Castle, pulled by some unseen
force. The sky was cloudless that night, displaying hundreds of stars and a
shining crecent moon. Harry shook his head. "I wonder who the new DADA
Professor is for this year?"

Ron snorted. "If they get some idiot like Lockhart again, I will be sorely
tempted to ditch the class."

"Lockhart was not that bad," Hermione protested.

Ron rolled his eyes. "When you fancied him, then perhaps he didn't seem so
bad." Hermione went pink.

After a while, the line of carriages rolled to the doors of Hogwarts.
Gathering up a couple of packages of Cauldron Cakes that Harry and Ron had
saved for later in case of a long sorting, they made their way into the
Great Hall. It was already alive with the chatter and bustle of students.
Taking a seat near Lee Jordan and the Twins, Ron rubbed his stomach as a
deep seated growl came from it. "Bugger, I'm hungry."

"Ron, you just ate two Cauldron Cakes," Hermione remarked. "How could you be
hungry now?"

Ron shrugged as he rolled up his sleeves to scratch an itch. Dean Thomas who
sat across from Ron, eyed the device strapped to his wrist. "Where did you
get that?" he asked Ron.

"This?" Ron asked, pointing to the device. "It was given to me by Harry."

"It's so cool," Dean remarked. "Does it work?"

Hermione shook her head. "These things didn't come with an instruction
manual, Dean. We need to figure out how it works."

Seamus Finnigan grinned. "It's an oversized wrist watch. Did you get it
enchanted so it works? Cause it doesn't look like any wizard make that I've
seen at Diagon Alley."

Harry chuckled. "I'm sure it has its uses." Then, the door to the Great Hall
flung open as Professor McGonagall lead the first years. A couple of them
were covered in flour, no doubt a result of Peeves latest harassment. Peeves
was the resident Poltergiest, and loved to annoy everyone. Only the Bloody
Baron had control over him, and to a slightly lesser extent, Headmaster
Dumbledore.

Professor Flitwick, a tiny little man and Professor of the Charms class,
carried out a short stool and the patched and dirty Sorting Hat. The room
grew silent for a moment. Then, a flap on the brim opened up and it began to
sing. Harry briefly wondered where the Sorting Hat had heard the tune to Mr.
Bojangles, an American song to his knowledge, for the new song was designed
around the tune.

After a round of applause, the Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables
and the Sorting began.

Twenty long minutes later, Ron took a bite out of his cauldron cake. "There
seems to be a lot more first years this time," he remarked.

With a final call of "Whitby, Alice!" The young girl sat down on the stool.
The hat considered briefly and called out, "Gryffindor!"

After the applause had died down, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and
smoothed his robes. "I have two words for the beginning of this term. And
here they are. Dig In." With a wave of his hand, the feast appeared.

Well after the last of the puddings had vanished, Headmaster Dumbledore
stood up again and cleared his throat. "I have a few annoucements to make at
the beginning of term. As you know, the Forbidden Forest is called that for
a reason. No one is allowed in. Not even seventh years." At this, he gave
Fred and George a look, his eyes twinkling with amusement. The Weasley twins
simply grinned cheekily back at Dumbledore who stiffled a chuckle. "There is
no magic to be used in the corridors between classes, and Mr. Filch, our
resident caretaker has expanded the list of forbidden objects to "Exploding
Hairpins, Melting Nail Polish and of course, almost everything on the
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

A good laugh went up for that. Fred turned to George and said, "Of course,
this means we'll just have to sell a little low key this year."

"True. We'll have to go through our stock to see which ones are NOT on the
forbidden list." George finished.

"This year, our Care of Magical Creatures professor, Rubeus Hagrid will not
be here until the next semester after christmas. Therefore, I have brought
in a new Professor, one who has great experience with Dragons and other
sorts of magical creatures. He was a student here in Hogwarts, and is
related to very notable members of Gryffindor."

At the mention of dragons, Ron realized only one person who fit the
description and made an "Oh no," sound.

The doors flung open to reveal Charlie Weasley who walked in with a large
grin. Striding up to the front table, he turned around as Dumbledore
introduced him. "Charley Weasley has greatiously accepted the offer, and
will be your Professor for Care of Magical Creatures until further notice."

Charlie walked up to the front of the table, shook hands with Dumbledore and
found a seat where Hagrid used to sit. "Also, since the end of the last
term, I have found a need to find a new Defence Against the Dark Arts
professor. It is my privilage to welcome the real, Alastor Moody, and our
returning professor from two years ago, Remus J. Lupin."

The tables broke into applause, sans the Slytherin table as Mad-Eye Moody
shuffled in, two steps ahead of Lupin. His magical eye swivelled around in
it's socket, taking in the whole room. Professor Lupin looked quite well
taken care of, but was still clad in the same patched and frayed robes he
commonly wore during the third year. Dumbledore cleared his throat as the
tables settled down, students still buzzing in low tones. "After the events
of last year, I felt it prudent to recall Professor Lupin as Co-Professor
for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. I feel with the threat of
Voldemort at hand," at this, there were noticable gasps and stiffening of
bodies, "Your magical education must be stepped up."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, and then added, "Oh yes, a moment of silence
please for Cedric Diggory."

Harry felt hard pressed not to stare at Cho Chang who's eyes had welled up
with tears at the mention of Cedric. The long moment passed, and Harry could
practically feel all eyes on him. Dumbledore looked up after the moment and
his smile brightened. "Prefects, please bring the students to the
dormatories for the night. Thank you."

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Authors Notes :

A story that popped out of nowhere really. It's part of a series called
Improbable Works. The goal is to write an unusual fusion or crossover and
make it believable. Of course, this is my first HP story ever, so some
things might be a little bit off.

I know Harry doesn't seem to dwell on Cedric, but he had his training to
drive away the pain. Back at Hogwarts however, is another story.

Slight correction in accordance to the Harry Potter Lexicon timeline. by
counting off the dates of the time when Fred and George are born, they are
in their sixth year, not seventh. Gawd, I wish I noticed that when
re-reading Philosophers Stone.

EDIT : FRICK. Stupid inconsistancies. Okay, Fred and George are in their
seventh year. Sorry bout that.