Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Harry Potter or Jimmy Neutron. I could wish, but I don't.

A/N: Hey everyone! xXsongsmmrsXx here! I hoped you liked CH 11 of LCL; I'm still debating if I want to continue it. My sister is actually trying to get me to write a sequel, having something to do with their kids, but I'm not really sure yet, we'll just have to see. I sort of feel like I bounced around a lot during the last couple of chapters, and I really don't like that I did that. I'm hoping that with any luck, I'll be able to handle this and future stories better than I did with LCL. Update on We Met Again, I'm not really sure if I am going to continue that anytime soon. I actually have the story outline already written (I got really bored during my summer job…) from the point that I had left off till the end. It was actually pretty good, I just don't know how to start each chapter and end each chapter. This new story, I have about four and half chapters written on notebook paper (I hate the fact it smudged, I think I should start writing in pen, yes?) So waiting for this story might be minimal, who knows? Anyways, this is my first ever crossover, so I really hope you like it. Oh and I just thought of this while writing. I know that most of Jimmy and the gang's adventure took place when they were 11, 12, and 13 or around there but for whatever, let's just say everything that had happened in the show, happened when they were nine and ten. Please guys? Just go with me?

Chapter 1. There Is No Such Thing As Magic!

(Jimmy's POV)

"I'm telling you Vortex, there is no logical reason that can explain magic." I yelled at the blonde girl who was angrily standing in front of me. We had been arguing about magic for a good solid ten minutes. Okay sure, I had dipped into a little fake magic to impress Betty, but that was all just show. Cindy Vortex just stood there glaring at me, determined to prove that she was right, and I was wrong. It wasn't going to work that way though. Science could never prove that magic existed. This was one fight that I knew I would win and it amused me.

"I know what happened Nerdtron. One minute the bowl was in the kitchen, the next it was in front of me. I hadn't moved any." She said. I busted out laughing.

"Yes Cindy, it's called your forgetting you got it or maybe your mom brought it to you." I teased. Cindy growled angrily and stomped back across the street into her house. Laughing, I shook my head and went towards the mail box. That was my original reason for coming outside anyway, not to argue with Cindy. Reaching my hand in the box, I pulled out a wad of letters. Not really caring what we got, I hurried back into the house and tossed them on the table where my parents were sitting.

"Hey there Jimbo. Want some pancakes? Your mother just made a bunch. I think she got bored." my dad said, laughing. I shrugged and slid into a spot around the table. Maybe just one, then I could head to the lab and work on a few things. For one I was trying to fix my time arch. After that incident with Libby I hadn't really wanted to touch it, but now I had a renewed interest in it. My mom placed a plate of pancakes in front of me and smiled happily. After pouring maple syrup, I took a rather large bite. I always did love it when my mother made pancakes. "Judy. Oh Judy! He got it! He finally got it! He finally got his letter! Oh I can't believe this! I wonder if Cindy got hers. "he said. I stared at him, obviously confused. My mother cheered happily.

"Oh thank god, I was beginning to think he may be a squib, can you imagine what the family would think, and a squib in two families of pure bloods? Oh my, that would be complete horror. " My mother said as she grabbed my hands, gleefully jumping around as she pulled me out of the seat. A squib? What on earth was a squib? And pure blood family? "I'm so happy for you Jimmy!" she cooed. I gave her a look of confusion. She promptly handed the letter to him. "Go on Jimmy, read it!" she said.

Staring at my parents, I nodded slowly. Turning the letter over, I ran my hand over a wax seal before gently tearing the letter open.


Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Mr. Neutron,

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.

Yours sincerely,

Molly Weasley

Deputy Headmistress


I shot my head up, glaring at my parents. "Is this some sort of joke? There's no such thing as magic!" my voice growled. Both my parents seemed to get a little angry by this. Were they delusional? I mean I could understand my dad; he was always somewhat crazy when it came to these kinds of things, but my mom was also insisting on it?

"You're a wizard Jimmy. A pureblood wizard for that matter. There is nothing you can do about that either. You can't ignore it either. Judy, go get the owl ready, we should send his reply immediately." My father said. I stared at him. I was right, they were completely insane. Go get the owl ready…? Really? Why an owl?

"Your father and I come from lesser known pureblood families. We have no muggle in us at all, not that there is really anything wrong with muggles. There are few true pureblood families left in this world." My mother sighed. Muggles. Muggles? What on earth was a muggle? Almost as if she was reading my mind, my mother continued. "A muggle is someone with no magic. For example, your friends Carl and Sheen's parents are not wizards. There is a slight chance your two friends may be wizards, but I highly doubt that. Last we checked, there were only two wizarding families in retroville." She explained. I shook my head. This was complete nonsense. Yet they were serious, completely serious.

"I wonder what house Jimbo will be put in." my dad said aloud. My mom laughed.

"Well he sure has the smartness for Ravenclaw, but he has the characteristics of a Gryffindor. He's not exactly the type that would be a slytherin or a hufflepuff, so I don't think we'd have to worry about that so much. " she responded. "I was a Ravenclaw; there was no doubt about it when I was young. I was proud to be there. Your father was a Gryffindor, which surprised everyone. He came from a pureblood family of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. In all the years I knew him before Hogwarts, I always thought he would be a Hufflepuff, but he was a Gryffindor. We'll love you no matter what house you get into though Jimmy." I stared at her. Yeah, none of that made any sense. Surely this was all a sick joke or a dream. There was no such thing as magic. But what if it was true? My stomach started to feel queasy. A wizard, I was a freaking wizard? How is that even possible? Standing up, I quickly excused myself, stuffed the letter in my pocket, and went to the back door towards my lab. I was going to exam this letter so that I could find out the truth.

Cindy was standing there, a huge smug smile on her lips. I felt my stomach drop as I saw the same letter in her hands. So she was one too? A wizard or rather, a witch? "Just wanted to prove a point from earlier, magic is real. Look what I have. Bet your insane with jealously that I have proof and I have a letter." She sneered. I just stared at her and that letter. Slowly, I reached into my pocket, touching my own letter. Annoyed, I pulled it out and threw it at her. She gave a small gasp as it floated down infront of her. "Your...your...your one too?" she asked.

"Apparently." I muttered. We just stood there staring at the letters. I sighed. "I guess that would explain who the other wizarding family in Retroville is." I mumbled.

"Did you know the school is in Europe? I don't understand why they don't have a school here in America, well actually they probably do, but do you know how expensive it's going to be, going back and forth between here and Europe. Not that I don't mind going to a European school." Cindy cooed. I rolled my eyes.

"Actually, you will remain in Europe all seven years you are to attend. We already have homes in the wizarding village we grew up in. All we have to do is make room replicas and go there. It shouldn't take more than a couple hours to do both houses; we should be back in England before ten PM." Cindy's daddy said. I jumped. By ten pm, tonight? That wouldn't be possible, at all. I glanced at Cindy who looked like she was also trying to figure that out. Cindy bit her lip then opened her mouth.

"Can we tell our friends? Or at least tell them we're leaving? We can't just leave without telling then goodbye." She said. I stared at my parents, mentally begging them. If they were really going to force us into this, then it'd only be fair if we could say go by. After much hesitation, the adults nodded. Without anything we ran off. "I heard my dad correctly; he said we'd be in England. By ten pm. That's crazy and impossible. Also, if they grew up in England, where on earth is their accent, shouldn't they have one?" Cindy muttered to me.

"I have no clue. Maybe they have some erm spell that they use for the two. And room replication? I guess maybe to make us feel less, homesick?" I said, rolling my eyes. We found Sheen and Libby, sitting on Libby's stairs in front of her house, arguing about something, waving Ultra lord dolls in front of each other. It sort of amused me, a year ago, Ultra Lord probably would have disgusted Libby to no end, but since she started being with Sheen more, it seemed like the more she enjoyed it. They seemed to be arguing about an episode that they both had seen the previous night, and didn't see us. "Um, hey we both need to really talk to you guys and you guys really need to tell Carl when he comes back." I said softly, glancing at Cindy.

"Sure thing, what sup?" Libby said, eyeing the two of us.

"Maybe they're finally dating." Sheen whispered.

"Me? Date Nerdtron? No way." Cindy spat. I rolled my eyes.

"Anyways, to make this short, we're moving. Both of us, at the same time, to the same place." I said, giving a glare to Cindy. Sheen and Libby jaws dropped and they just stared at us.

"No way. Why? Where? When?" Sheen asked. Cindy closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Somewhere in Europe. My dad mentioned England. They said tonight, but that's pretty impossible. Apparently there is this fancy erm school that both of our parents went to when they were our age, and well apparently we were also accepted." Cindy explained.

"Tonight? But school isn't till September, that's really far away!" Libby said. I nodded.

"Yeah, but I think our parents, um, want us to adjust." I said sadly. Cindy snorted. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see my dad staring down at me. He nodded at me, and I felt my heart drop. I guess time must be up.

"We need to go Jimbo. Tell your friends goodbye." He said. We all looked at each other, not saying a word. It was almost to hard to believe. This morning I had woken up, feeling like my normal self, with normal plans for the day. But now, because of a piece of paper, I was being ripped out of my life. We all sadly exchanged our goodbyes, tearfully. Then I noticed my dad had what looked like an uneven piece of wood in his hand. "Oblivio." He said softly.

I don't understand how we had went from Libby's house to mine, but before I could even blink we were at my house. "What did you just do to our friends?" I yelled. My dad shrugged.

"It was a memory spell. I erased all memories of you, our family, Cindy or her family. It amplified to everyone in the city, it just didn't affect us. Its better this way, instead of having a whole town wonder why we had disappeared in one night. When the Wheezer's come back, they'll forget also. We should have never raised you two in the muggle world." My dad said coldly. My heart stopped, and I could hear his words repeating over and over. Magic was real, and if felt as though I had just witnessed the worst kind.

A/N: So how was it? Was it an okay start? Please say everyone liked it. More will come soon! Hope I can get some good reviews! I have a decent idea where everyone is going to end up in the future, house wise, but I'm curious to what everyone else thinks. So question: What house(s) do you think Jimmy and Cindy belong to? Also, I would like to clarify this now; this is set in the two thousands. Right about when Harry's kids would be heading to Hogwarts, just to let you know in advanced! OKAY, so go for it, review, tell me what you think, answer my question, go crazy.