This is the first crossover I've EVER done, so please leave helpful feedback!

Anyway, this is a blend of the two books(s) I love to death... The Outsiders and the Harry Potter series.

Since the HP series and The Outsiders weren't exactly written in the same decade, the story will be set in the 1960s. Hey, Hogwarts is magical, right? Let's just say their whole community traveled back in time. ;)

Enough of all that rambling. On with the story...

And I own neither of these AMAZING books, obviously.


I stared at the official-looking letter in my hand, confused. It was so detailed... Right down to the room I shared with Sodapop.

Mr. P. Curtis

The Shared Bedroom

8229 Tacoma Ave.



"Mom! Dad! Come look at this..." I yelled.

My parents came in the room, along with Darry and Soda.

"What is it, Pony?" Mom asked patiently.

I said nothing, thrusting the letter into her hands. She looked as confused as I did, and also a little worried.

"Darrel, who...?" She looked towards my dad.

"I don't know... Why don't you open it and see? It's probably from the President, congratulating Pony for being so smart," He joked, ruffling my hair.

Everybody laughed, and Mom tore open the letter. I watched her expression as it went from shock to confusion to disbelief, then finally to worry. She whispered something to Dad, who immediately read the letter as well.

We were all silent for a few seconds.

"Well..." My dad finally said, slowly, " Someone around here sure knows how to pull a prank! And to put so much effort into it!" He laughed, but it seemed forced.

"Who's it from?" Darry asked curiously.

"It's a joke, Darry. Prank mail." My mom explained, with a slight edge to her voice.

"Yeah, but why's it for me?" I asked impatiently. "Can I see?"

"That was a mistake, Ponyboy. It was meant for your dad."

She was obviously not going to let me read the letter, and I didn't really care enough to argue. I simply shrugged, and went to my room to reread one of my books.

That night I couldn't sleep. The thought of the mysterious letter- Even if it was just junk mail- Put my over-active imagination on overload. What if it was from the mental institution? What if Mom and Dad were going to send me there because of the weird things I could do, that they couldn't?

I tried to convince myself they were my parents, and wouldn't do something like that, but it was dark, and anything seemed possible at night.

There was only one thing to do: Find that letter and read it for myself, to make sure it was just prank mail, nothing else. There was no other choice unless I wanted to spend the entire night letting my imagination get the better of me.

Slowly, to avoid creaking the bed and waking Soda, I got up, took a flashlight from the dresser table, and headed towards the box we kept all our mail in.

The letter seemed to pop out, apart from the rest. I told myself sternly that it was just because of how big it was, but somehow it didn't feel that way.

I sighed, wanting to get this over with and back into bed. I was tired from the game of football we played this morning, and there was school tomorrow.

I took the two pieces of paper out of the envelope, my heart pounding uncomfortably for a reason unknown. This is what I read.

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. Curtis,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Please specify in your owl whether you would like assistance in buying your equipment.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagal,

Deputy Headmistress

There was, in fact, an actual piece of paper enclosed, with a whole list of things I'd supposedly "need", including stuff like black robes, a pointed hat, tons of books, protective gloves, a cloak, a cauldron, a telescope, brass scales, and a wand.

I could only stare. This was the most bizarre letter I'd ever seen in my life! If it was junk mail, I wondered who would spend the time and energy to make up something like this and send it to me, of all people?!

But what if it wasn't? Was that what I was? A... Wizard?

Yes, I KNOW it's short... But I have no idea if anyone will even want me to continue... So, tell me what you think please! I'm sorry if you think it's horrible.