MIA
Author: Crescendo
Rated: PG13
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This is a Harry Potter/Sailormoon crossover. Usagi doesn't make an appearance until the very end of this chapter, but she's in all the rest of them! Swear!
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Chapter 1
Albus Dumbledore surveyed the busy London street. The bright, early June sun reflected off his half-moon spectacles, hiding his china blue eyes. Many of the pupils in the magical school, Hogwarts, knew Dumbledore by these eyes, which often twinkled.
Others, however, knew Albus Dumbledore because he was only wizard that Lord Voldemort, a year into his second rise of power, feared. It was this Dumbledore that expertly examined the street. There was no twinkle in those eyes now, only the look of a keen wizard, sharp and street-smart. He had been on too many of these missions to not check out the surroundings. Many people who said that they bore information often bore other things too, like a dark mark and an agenda.
There.
A wizard (or witch), stood facing him on the other side of the boulevard. There was a cloak a blinding shade of white on this person, it was floor length and blew about hiding the face. White was the only color you could really wear in June. Even this early in the morning, the sun was out and broiling those who stepped outside. Under Dumbledore's watchful eye, the figure raised an arm, their left arm to be exact, and carefully adjusted to hood. There was no dark mark on that arm.
Smart. Dumbledore thought. This person, this female, to be exact (that arm was far too dainty to belong to a man), knew what he would be worrying about, and knew exactly how to show that she was friendly.
He nodded casually to her, and they both started down the street at a brisk gait. Both looked straight ahead, not acknowledging the other, but that was how these things were done.
When they passed each other, Dumbledore stuck out his right hand, and the witch slipped a piece of parchment into it.
A brief touch, so that no one would notice. It would look like they just barely brushed by each other to any other passerby.
Still looking straight ahead, Dumbledore unfolded the parchment, and glaced down carefully.
It held two words.
A name.
How can it be?
But he was fooling himself. There was many ways it could be. But was it?
All these years.
Then, Severus will be beside himself.
Tears sprung to his eyes. They were sure, they were so sure…
That dear girl. My star pupil.
The protégé. Dumbledore thought. The friend of so many people. There wasn't a day that he, and Albus Dumbledore was sure, many other people, hadn't thought about her.
I can't wait until this afternoon.
I have to know now.
He turned around bruquely and rushed back down the street. The witch stood still on the other side.
She knows. She knows that I have to know…
There was screech of brakes and the sound of a muggle car horn.
Had the light changed? Dumbledore neither knew nor cared. He continued to rush.
"Crazy old coot!" Called the cranky driver.
Maybe I am crazy. We were so sure that she was dead. Not positive, but to reappear, now, there is so little chance of that happening…
Despite his reasoning, he could not rid himself of the sudden emotion that had seized upon him.
I'm too old for this.
He had reached her.
She raised her arms and lowered the hood.
She's doesn't look a day older then when I last saw her!
Dumbledore reached into his pocket, his hands shaking. He fished about for something, then held it out in his palm for the woman to take.
It was a lemon drop.
With a veritaserum filled center.
She took it, carefully unwrapped it, and popped it in her mouth. Dumbledore noticed that she folded the wrapper into a little square before she stuck it in her pocket.
That was so like her.
It must be. The tears that had been pooling in his eyes trickled out onto weathered cheeks.
"My dear child, what is your name?" He croaked.
The witch smiled at him. She too, was weeping.
"Usagi Tsukino."
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I've always heard the London is rainy, but as you can see, its now hot! I'm not sure about the summer weather, so if I am wrong on it, bear with me.