Okay, so, I wrote in a little extra something due to a recommendation from setokayba2n. Thank you for the suggestion! After you mentioned Ranma ½ I couldn't get it out of my head for some reason. It might be a short one, but…we'll see.

I do not own Harry Potter, Fairy Tail or Ranma ½

The rest of the three-day weekend, Harry started pushing Kuwabara through some training he'd devised on his own. They started off at an abandoned lot that no one went to, and Harry started with simple hand to hand combat.

"You can't just rely on that sword of yours all the time." Harry told him, "If you don't have a weapon, then what will you do?"

Kuwabara was basically beaten, and though Harry wasn't necessarily found of beatings, he knew that Genkai was going just as hard, if not harder on Yusuke.

Harry showed him the proper way of circulating his reiki, correcting him every now and then. When school started up, Harry started tutoring Kuwabara in school as well. The two of them started spending nearly every single moment together. And Harry wouldn't have him not attending school when he had to sit through it as well.

His grades slowly went up, and soon he'd managed to make his way into the top fifty. The only time Harry reserved for himself was an hour before bed when he began focusing on his animagus transformation. Yoruichi had given him some pointers on how he ought to circulate his energy in order to make the transformation work.

After a month, Harry had started Kuwabara on speed training, which both of them actually seemed to enjoy. It was just a simple game of tag. Harry had decided to do this as a sort of treat as well when they started up sword training in Kuwabara's third month.

"You shouldn't actually need that sword to fight." Harry said, the boy had gained a lot of strength over the time they'd spent together and Harry knew he would be able to materialize his sword without much trouble. He just needed to trust himself a little.

In their fourth month, Harry could turn into a raven at will and back again. He had done it.

He continued practicing though, every day, going for a fly outside. Kuwabara managed to materialize his sword right around the time he'd made it to their mid-fifth month of training.

Just before Yusuke came back Harry decided it was about time he left.

"You'll come back, right?" Kuwabara asked.

"I will." Harry agreed, "I promise."

Kuwabara smiled,

"If you don't come back, I'll kick your ass."
Harry chuckled slightly at this,

"I'd like to see you try."

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In his apartment that night, he called on Ana.

"I've learned my lesson." He said, and the cat-bus materialized right in the middle of the apartment, Ana was sitting inside and waving through the window.

"All aboard!" she announced.

Harry smiled, then got on the bus.

"So." She said, "You've taken on the roll of a teacher, have you?"

Harry shrugged,

"I suppose I have, at least in that world." Harry smiled, "To be honest, I think I learned just as much as a teacher as I did a student."
"Hmm…" Animetopoeia hummed to herself, "That makes this next world a bit more logical…I guess." Her face took on a serious look, "Be warned, the last person I sent to this world came back with a curse."

Harry raised his eyebrow with intrigue,

"So, it's another world with magic?"

"It is." Animetopoeia nodded, "But not the sort you're used to, I would guess. You'll be attending High school again. I really feel that I should warn you, this is a comedy…and its absolute chaos, not like the other worlds you've visited before at all. There is no logic in this world, and I suggest not spending too much time there."

"Okay." Harry said slowly, it wasn't often Ana gave him a warning. And he'd been to worlds with ghosts, demons, and super powered wizards. Which probably meant there was something very wrong with this world.

"Alright…" Ana said slowly, "I managed to push this one back…but I can't hold it off any longer, so…here we go."

Harry tensed as the catbus gave a yowl and took off running.

There was a flash of white light, and suddenly Harry wasn't sitting on a seat in the catbus, but on a freshly made bed in a small apartment. He let out a breath and cautiously looked around.

It was time he got some groceries and basic necessities. Reading over Ana's newest letter he found that his new school would be Furinkan High. There was a uniform waiting for him hanging of the closet door. The teachers would be expecting him the next day.

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Harry had thought himself rather well adapted to the anime worlds. He could speak Japanese almost as well as he could speak English now. Ana had switched off the instant translation that came with his previous worlds, but it had been a gradual adaptation, like a frog slowly being boiled from tepid water.

He'd barely noticed the change these days. The customs were different, but he had gotten used to them quickly. The humor was strange, but started laughing along lately.

Harry introduced himself to his new class, wearing the normal uniform, spelling out his name in katakana on the board. Nothing too strange had happened yet, but he was still on guard.

There was a reason Ana had warned him about this world, and he was not going to be caught defenceless just because he hadn't been paying attention. There was one boy in his class that didn't dress in the standard uniform. Harry might have dismissed it had it not been for the powerful energy that spiked off the boy every now and then.

It wasn't magic though, it was more like reiki or reiatsu. It was trained though, more so than Yusuke's had been, though not at Ichigo's level, and certainly not at Yoruichi's or any of the captains. Hell, he wasn't entirely sure he was at a seated officer's level.

Then again, Harry had been gaining more power, training as much as he could as of late, and he was comparing the boy's powers up against his own.

He was anxious, like he was waiting for something, and every now and then, the girl only a few desks away would shoot him worried looks.

The school bell rang, signalling lunch and Harry took out one of his homemade bentos. He kept his ear open, listening in on the boy's and the girl's conversation.

"The old goat's late. He must be too scared to fight." The boy humphed.

Harry raised an eyebrow, wondering all the while why he wanted to fight an old man (or woman).

"Do you think you'll be okay, Ranma?" the girl asked warily, it was clear she didn't believe that whoever they were waiting for was actually afraid.

"He is our father's master." The girl continued with a frown, "And Shampoo's great-grandmother warned you, too."
The boy turned to her, and in Harry's opinion he kind of gave off an air of arrogance.

"The old freak will be a push over." He dismissed.

Something seemed to catch the girl's attention as she pointed to something outside the window,

"What's that?"

Harry felt a strange energy approaching. It was a powerful source of reiki, more powerful than Ranma's anyways.

Shouts were coming from outside the window, and Harry decided that now was his cue to take a look, along with the other students who seemed to share a weary interest.

"Kya! Robber!"

"Somebody catch him!"

An old man was running on the roof of a long, hall-like runway towards the school. He held a large bag in his arms, slung over his shoulder that had to be at least three times his size.

Harry noted that it was all girls that were chasing him, and rather angrily too.

"Ah! It's the old freak!" the boy, Ranma exclaimed, then jumped out the window.

Obviously, he had no concerns over secret identities or hiding double lives like Ichigo and Yusuke. He landed on the roof bellow just as the old man threw his bounty at the boy.

"Ranma, catch!"

Ranma caught it, stumbling back, confused. He fell backwards off the roof and onto the hard cement bellow and the bag opened up revealing a bunch of red bloomers. Obviously, girl's gym wear.

"Oh dear." Harry said as the group of girls began kicking and hitting him with brooms.
"Give that back!"
"So you're in on it too?!"

Harry grimaced, he knew the guy could take it, but still…

The old man, who might have been a gnome, snuck around the back and started smoking a pipe while Ranma got free. He was acting like the whole thing had never happened.

Ranma snuck up from behind him and knocked him off his perch,

"Hey! Look at you acting like nothing happened." He said coolly, but there was obvious anger in his voice.

The old man jumped right back up,

"Is that anyway to treat your elders?"

This seemed to annoy Ranma further,

"Did you come to school to steal gym shorts?" he was practically shouting now.

The old man closed his eyes, putting a finger to his head in thought,

"Let's see…" he trailed off, he seemed to realize something. He crossed his arms over his chest and sat down in the lotus position, "I could have sworn there was another reason."

By now Ranma was shaking with rage.

"Let me refresh your memory!" he punched forewords, but the gnome leaped up into the air, crossed his legs and sat on his outstretched arm.

"Oh, that's right, I came for a fight!" he tapped his pipe up against Ranma's fist and jumped off.

"Ouch!" the boy grabbed his burned hand in pain.

"Now you've done it!"

The man leaped away, running off into a crowd of students as Ranma chased after him, trying to hit him.

The old man leaped into a tree and taunted Ranma to come get him. Ichigo and Yusuke had been much better at keeping a cool head than this guy, Harry observed.

"Fight like a man!" Ranma demanded, and Harry got a sudden reminder of Elfman.

"Only on one condition…" The old man grinned perverted, then took out a pink-white bra from behind his back, "As I said, if you lose, you'll turn into a girl and model for me."
Harry frowned, wondering what he meant by that, he decided to voice his thoughts in the hope that someone would answer his question. Someone did.

"Ranma's got a curse." A boy in their class said absently, obviously focused on the fight, "He turned into a girl when cold water is dumped on him. He turns back into a guy when hot water's dumped on him."
Harry was beginning to understand Ana's warning. He wondered how something like that had happened.

Harry decided to go down to the grounds outside like his other classmates, losing sight of the two fighters for a bit. But when he did get outside with some of the other students who had gathered around, he caught sight of the old lecher flipping up girl's skirts.

Ranma seemed to take the downfall for the man's actions, getting punched in the face by said girls as he tried to run after him.

The girl Ranma had been talking to before lifted the gnome up by the back of the neck, obviously angry,

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

The man sheepishly pressed his two index fingers together,

"Ah…just making the match more interesting."

"You call this a match?" she scoffed.

"Well, it's Ranma's fault for not wearing the bra!"

"How is it his fault?" Harry couldn't help but asked, causing some of the students to look at him. The old man looked surprised.

"What? Doesn't that seem even a little bit unfair to anyone? Wearing a bra is humiliating for a guy. It's like that saying, if you want to kill someone, be willing to put your own life on the line. In other words, if you want Ranma-kun to do something humiliating, then you have to be willing to do something humiliating in return if you lose."
Ranma blinked in confusion,

"Uh…who are you?"

Harry blanched and the girl shot Ranma a glare,

"He's the new transfer. He introduced himself this morning!" she hissed.

Harry let out a sigh, deciding he ought to just ignore it all,

"You set the terms of having Ranma wear a bra if he loses, now, Ranma should be allowed to set the terms if you lose."

Ranma blinked in surprise, and Harry got the strange sense that he hadn't actually thought any of this through.

"I think," Harry began, "If Ranma wins, you should return all the underwear you stole. Of course, that's just a suggestion. I'm sure Ranma could come up with something else if he wanted. And of course, if you don't agree to this, then neither does Ranma. He can always choose to not set conditions. It's just a match after all, right?"

The old man's eyes narrowed at Harry, then focused on Ranma,

"Very well." He said in an overly serious tone, "Set your conditions, Ranma."

The boy looked thoughtful, eyes moving back to Harry wearily.

"Er, I think…I like the condition um…"
"Harry Potter." Harry stated his name, realizing Ranma had forgotten.

"Right. I like the conditions Harry set." He decided, "If I win you have to return all that underwear you stole."
The gnome's eyes grew watery,

"How could you make me do something so cruel?" he asked sadly, crocodile tears falling down his face.

"Are you going to accept the terms or not?" Ranma asked impatiently.

The old man sobered again,

"I shall accept."

Harry shook his head, moving back towards the ring of students that had formed around them.

They both stood across from each other, the gnome was still holding the pink-white bra in his one hand. Then the old man broke into a tantrum,

"You have to keep your promise! If you don't I'll cry, and I'll tell your dad on you!"
Ranma face faulted,

"Fine already! Are you gonna fight or not!" he charged.

Harry wasn't surprised when the old man leaped over him effortlessly, then placed the bra over Ranma's face, causing him to spin around without any idea as to where he should go.

Ranma tried grabbing the man's hand, only to be flipped upwards and sent flying. The bra had come loose and was floating downwards. The old man made a grab for it, only to be kicked from above.

The old man burrowed in the ground.

What was he? A mole? He'd only ever seen Virgo dig that fast, though she could do a lot faster, it was still impressive.

Harry moved the girl beside him out of the way and kicked just as the old man popped up.

"I'm not your opponent, and neither is this young lady." Harry said, sending the old man backwards and blinking in confusion.

"T-Thank you." The girl blushed.

Harry shot her a smile before returning his attention to the match. Ranma was looking at him with surprise on his face. He hadn't even seen him move…

"Well then, time to get serious." The old man called Ranma's attention back to the match.

"What? You were pulling your punches?" Ranma frowned, disbelieving.

The old man held his hands behind his back and turned his head to look at Ranma,

"A quick match is boring for the spectators." He answered simply.

"He's right." A boy in the crowd said passionately.

"Don't tempt me…" Ranma growled, his anger growing.

"Behold! The world's most powerful invincible force!" the old man announced, "The spirit of the Anything-Goes Martial Arts!"

He crossed his arms inwards and his body began to glow, radiating reiatsu. The girl Ranma had been talking before, not too far away from Harry, let out a gasp.

A large demonic shape took form in the air, glaring down at Ranma, ready to strike.

"W-What an incredible battle aura." The girl whispered.

Harry didn't bat an eye. If he had to make a comparison…it was a bit less than the strike Ichigo had released when he had first taken down that Menos.

But to Ranma, it really was an unstoppable force. He was frozen on the spot. The old man cackled,

"Something wrong, Ranma?" he taunted.

"Ranma, snap out of it." The girl said.

The old man took the bra out of his pocket, a perverted grin on his face,

"Can't wait to see you in this little number, Ranma."
Ranma's eyes widened, apparently, wearing a bra was scarier than the old man's aura because he charged forewords, faster than before, throwing punches at an impressive speed.

The old man caught him with his pipe, then threw him into the air.

"Ranma!" the girl shouted worriedly.

He landed on the ground, on his back several meters away. He sat up right away, but it was clear he was feeling the hopelessness of the battle. He knew he was losing.

He stood back up.

"Oh? Still standing even though you're wrapped in my aura. Impressive." The old letch said condescendingly, "Now it's my turn. Get ready!"
He launched his aura forwards in a burst of energy. Ranma let out a scream, and some of the students looked away or covered their eyes.

"One two, one two, one two!" the girl's track team passed by their circle and the old gnome got distracted, quickly chasing after them, abandoning his attack midway.

"Un, frecken, believable." Harry shook his head, probably the only one who had seen what had happened.

"The…old goat's gone?" Ranma wondered, looking around in confusion.

"Ranma!" The girl from before ran up to him, also confused, "Are you alright?"
Ranma fell to his knees, not believing what had just happened and staring down at the ground,

"He's…no ordinary lecher."
"He went after the girl's track team." Harry said, walking up to them.

The girl looked confused,

"Eh? How did you know?"

"I saw him abandon his attack." Harry shrugged.

Ranma narrowed his eyes at him,

"Hey you're…a martial artist, aren't you?"

Harry nodded,

"I am." He confirmed, "I used to practice martial arts at my old school in Britain." He lied, sticking to his story, "Why do you ask?"

"Er…" Ranma shrugged, "I saw you take out the old man. I didn't even see you move…"
Harry hummed to himself,

"There will always be people out there that are better than you. Fact of life."

"Well, I'm gonna be the best one day." Ranma said proudly.

Harry raised an eyebrow, that didn't seem like a very solid goal. He had seen those people that fought to be 'the best' and none of them got very far. Those that truly succeeded had something they fought for. For Ichigo it had been his friends. For Yusuke it had mostly been a matter of survival while he worked under Koenma, because his work required it, though Harry got the sense his reasons would change at some point.

When Harry didn't say anything for a while, Ranma frowned,

"Will you fight me?"
Harry thought about it, then shrugged his shoulders,

"I guess." He said, "But you're a bit beat up from your match with the old man, how about we set a date for another time? Say…tomorrow, if you feel up to it?"

Ranma nodded eagerly.

"Ranma!" the girl shouted, "You still haven't defeated Happosai and you're already challenging people to fights?"

"Well, why not?" he asked the girl.

"Um, right." Harry interrupted them before there could be a fight, "So, my name is Harry Potter, I'm from Britain originally, but I've been traveling for the past few years. It's nice to meet you, now do you think I might get the name of my challenger and his friend? Or…girlfriend?" he wasn't sure about their relationship.

"He's not my Boyfriend!"

"She's not my girlfriend!" they both yelled at once, rather angrily too.

"Alright." Harry said, raising his hands defensively, and a little unsure. He must have hit some kind of nerve.

"Sorry for the confusion. I didn't know your relationship, and if you were dating, it seemed insulting to call you friends."

The two of them calmed down.

"Ranma Saotome, number one martial artist." He said proudly, and more than a little bit arrogant.

"Akane Tendo." The girl introduced.

Harry nodded to them each in turn,

"It's nice to meet you both." Not really, he thought to himself. He looked up at the clock and realized lunch was almost over.

"Oh, class is about to start." Harry said, "Er, see you guys later, I guess." He quickly ran to the doors, leaving the two behind.

"He seems interesting." Akane commented, then looked over at Ranma, "Do you really think you can beat him?"

"Of course, I can!" Ranma said, puffing out his chest, though part of him actually felt a bit wary. There was something a bit strange about Harry Potter. Something powerful, maybe even a little dangerous.

Well, he'd just have to see in their fight tomorrow.

"You shouldn't have done that."
Ranma jumped into the air, the turned around to see the old pervert standing behind him.

"There you are!" he raged, "Just what do you think you were…"
"That boy," the old man interrupted, eyes narrowed and taking on a serious look, "Is very powerful." He took a smoke from his pipe, blowing the haze from his lungs calmly.

"That's why I want to fight him!" Ranma said exasperatedly.

"Wait," Akane cut off, she knew the old man was a pervert, but she got the sense that he really knew his stuff when it came to martial arts.

"What do you mean?" she asked him cautiously.

"That boy…" the old man stared over to where Harry had disappeared, "He pulled that girl away as soon as I hit the surface and kicked me away. He covered her up before I could even get a glimpse. He shouldn't have been able to do that. If I were to make a guess, I would say that boy is a master. Though to find one so young is unheard of." He took another smoke of his pipe.

"A master…" Akane trailed off worriedly.

"Yeah, well, I'll just have to defeat him then." Ranma said determinedly, "I've got until tomorrow to train. See ya, Akane!" he waved running out through the gates.

"Wait! Ranma! We still have school!" Akane called after him, only huff when he vanished.

"Let him go." The old man said calmly, "He'll need all the help he can get."

Akane watched him leave the school grounds, running down the street and away from her to start on his training for the next day.