"It's supposed to rain over the next few days." Harry told Randall.

The monster sighed. "Perfect," he muttered sarcastically. "Just perfect."

"I'm worried about you," Harry continued seriously. "You've been getting better but I'm afraid that the constant rain might undue all of your progress."

Randall grunted in agreement, trying to remember if there was an empty shed or garage where he could take shelter in for a while.

"So, I was thinking, since you can blend now-" Randall chuckled at the slight annoyance Harry's tone held in the second half of that sentence.

About two days ago Randall was feeling well enough that he had wanted to see if he regained his ability to blend into the background. In order to test this, he listened for Harry's arrival and quickly turned 'invisible' just a second before Harry stepped into the area. The boy had looked around, surprised and worried, calling out Randall's name until said lizard monster suddenly appeared right out of thin air only two inches from his face.

Harry gasped and fell backwards on his behind... and into some mud. Randall laughed for a good five minutes as Harry scowled at him. Then spent the next twenty trying to convince Harry to speak to him again.

Needless to say, that was not how Harry wanted to find out about Randall's abilities.

"-You could stay in Dudley's second bedroom and just turn invisible at the rare times that someone comes in. You'll be out of the rain and it'll be easier to sneak you food, and you can shower and use the bathroom when everyone is gone." Harry persuaded.

Randall 'hmmed'. "I'm not going to be left alone with your'family' am I?"

"Um, at most, probably my aunt." Harry admitted. "But it's not like she's going to come barging to the room, or even upstairs at all. She'll most likely be downstairs gossiping with her friends or something. You could probably avoid her without blending at all, actually."

Randall looked up at the already darkening sky. "Well, it'll beat staying in a dusty, old shed. Barely."

Harry smiled slightly and silently agreed with him.

Harry gave Randall directions to the second bedroom as they inconspicuously made their way to 4 Privet Drive.

As soon as the door opened Randall was blended and rushed inside, up the stairs and into the bedroom. Harry's relatives were oblivious, instead focusing on Harry as he excused himself to go make dinner.

After dinner was finished and Harry had managed to salvage some of it, hiding it in foil and storing it in his over-sized pants pockets, he made an excuse about using the loo, to check up on Randall. He quietly opened the door and stepped inside. Randall un-blended and Harry quickly thrust the food into his hands before saying that he needed to go back down and try to get some for himself. He bid the monster a goodnight, and a promise to see him in the morning.

As soon as the door closed Randall unwrapped the food - boneless chicken, mashed potatoes and string beans, all pretty much blended together since they had to share the foil space, but there was nothing Randall could do about it. He shrugged and began to eat.

Randall slept as comfortable as he could in the small room. There were broken toys that littered the floor - the softer ones he took and made himself a small 'nest' out of. There was also an old wooden desk that he was tempted to do something with, but didn't want to re-arrange the room too much, and cause suspicion.

Randall watched a storm rage out the window for a majority of the night. He was glad not to be in it.

In the morning the Dursleys all went about their own business after Harry cooked them breakfast. Harry's cousin, 'the mini whale' as Randall nicknamed him, sat and watched television with his father, 'the grown whale'. The aunt left for the market and left Harry in charge of cleaning the house.

Harry used the opportunity to go see Randall. He carried the feather duster up the stairs with him in case his uncle confronted him about it.

He gently turned the knob and stood in the doorway waiting for the monster to reappear. It took only two seconds.

"Skipping school today?" Randall asked him with a grin.

"It's Saturday," Harry deadpanned.

"Is it?" Randall asked. "I can't keep track of the days."

"It'd be better of it wasn't the weekend, with everyone at school or work, except Aunt Petunia, but still, it'd be easier for you to do things. She does leave the house on weekdays." Harry said.

Randall's stomach growled. "Couldn't sneak any breakfast today?"

He didn't say it harshly, he knew that Harry tried his best and didn't want the boy to not try.

"No sorry," he muttered. "That's one of the reasons I came up here actually. My aunt is at the market, and Uncle Vernon and Dudley are watching the telly so they wouldn't notice if you snuck down to the kitchens to get something. Just stay blended if you can, in case they decide to come in and get a snack or something."

Randall paused.

"Were you able to get anything for yourself this morning?" He asked.

Harry put his head down. "Not this morning. We were low on supplies so I didn't get to have any."

Randall nodded.

There was a thump from downstairs. "I have to go." Harry gasped.

He headed for the door and ran down the stairs. A gruff, male voice rang through the house, penetrating the door of Dudley's second bedroom.

Randall waited for it to quiet down before chancing it. Once several minutes of silence passed, Randall blended and made his way downstairs.

He took a second to peer into the living room. The two masses were still on the couch and Harry was cleaning the windows. Randall slipped into the kitchen and, as quietly as possible, and rummaged through the cabinets.

He started a pile of small items on the table - some cookies that he took from various packages, some crackers, a couple of apples, an entire pack of unopened granola bars that was accumulating dust near the back of the cabinet, and two boxes of grape juice. He found the tin foil and wrapped his findings in it. He checked on the three humans once again before sneaking past them - the blobs looked like they hadn't moved an inch, and Harry was now taking the vacuum out of the closet.

Randall ran past, up the stairs and into the room.

Harry came in about half an hour later, vacuum in his grip as he was supposed to be vacuuming the hallway and bedrooms. He stopped by to make sure Randall was able to get himself something.

When he entered the room Randall had a decent sized pile of food sitting on a piece of foil. The lizard monster sat there waiting for Harry.

"I've been waiting for you." Randall said in mock annoyance.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Figured we could split it," Randall shrugged. "Neither of us have eaten, and I owe you for the past week anyway."

Harry looked surprised, but grinned and sat down next to him. The duo divided up the bounty and ate.

Over the next two weeks Randall was able to keep living at the Dursleys without anyone knowing, with the exception of Harry. In those two weeks the last day of school came and went, summer vacation had arrived, which meant that things were a bit harder with Petunia staying in more to make sure that Dudley was comfortable and Harry wasn't 'causing any trouble'.

The only time when Randall got any real peace was when the Dursleys went out and left Harry with Mrs. Figg. The monster felt bad for the boy, but used the opportunity to shower, read the newspaper, eat, and just generally feel good being out of the room.

Soon came the day of Dudley's birthday. Randall stayed out of sight, but kept a curious ear out for what was happening downstairs. He heard the bratty child cry about lacking a certain number of gifts compared to the year before; thirty seven wasn't enough, it seemed.

Also, apparently, Mrs. Figg had broken her leg and could not watch Harry for the day. Randall thought that it would have been great to be alone with just Harry, but the aunt and uncle didn't trust Harry to be alone with the house for some reason, so he went with them.

When they left Randall came out of the room and stretched himself out on the couch. Content that he at least got to relax now.

Randall heard the car pull up only a few hours later. His eyes widened and he ran for the stairs just as the front door opened.

They're back early, something must have happened. He thought as he hid, while hearing the uncle rant and rave.

He was unable to talk to Harry about it for sometime. But when he finally did, Harry told him, honestly, one of the strangest things he had ever heard.

"So, you're saying that the glass just disappeared?" He asked.

"Yes. It was so strange. My uncle thinks I did it, but I mean, how could I?" Harry wondered aloud.

Randall shrugged. "Who knows, kid?"

Harry hesitated, but then confided in Randall that this wasn't the first time that strange things had happened to him: turning his teacher's hair blue, suddenly appearing on the roof of the school, having all of his hair grow back over night.

Randall made sure to keep his cool in front of Harry, but inwardly was wondering just what was going on with this child. Regardless, Randall let life continue on the way it was. He needed this shelter, he still wasn't fully healed, especially his broken arm. He wasn't even sure if it was healing right, but was doing the best he could.

Besides, he considered Harry his only source of intelligent conversation in the Human World. If he was left in solitude, he might lose what was left of his sanity.

A month passed since the incident. It was actually nearing Harry's birthday. Harry said that his relatives never actually do anything for his birthday, every year they give him one of Vernon's old socks.

Why? Randall had no idea. He just blamed it on them being vile people in general. He bet that if Harry ever had some how been assigned a monster, he would have looked to the monster for salvation from his relatives. In fact his relatives could make the top scarers list, no problem.

Randall sniggered at the thought.

With a sigh, he wondered what he could do on this, no doubt, boring day. Usually Harry cleaned while his relatives sat around doing nothing, with Harry occasionally sneaking him food if possible. When the chores were done Harry liked to escape the house, Randall following him because he didn't want to be left alone with the other occupants.

When out, Randall has even helped Harry by messing with Dudley and his gang; he loved to scare the children by tripping them, taking their hats or items out of their pockets and throwing them down the street, or holding them out of reach. They swore that a ghost kept following them. Harry loved it because now they didn't go after him as often.

Randall has even stolen them ice cream before. While Harry felt bad about the stealing, Randall reasoned that since he was the one who did it, Harry had nothing to feel guilty about.

However it turned out today wasn't going to be quite as boring a day as Randall thought. He heard a commotion coming from downstairs that morning. He wasn't sure what it was about, but at least it deviated from how the day usually went.

That thought took a bit of a turn when he heard thundering footsteps stop outside of the door to his (unofficial) room. He quickly blended before the door opened.

Standing in the doorway were the aunt and uncle, looking around the messy space. Randall gulped, wondering if they somehow found out that he was living there.

"This should keep them quiet," the large man grunted and closed the door.

Randall waited until their footsteps were completely gone before reappearing. He breathed a small sigh of relief, but was confused as to what was going on.

A few minutes later Harry came up the stairs. He entered in and closed the door, rushing up to Randall.

"Something strange happened again, but whatever it was made Uncle Vernon give me the second bedroom. I'll tell you about it later." He whispered.

Harry got up and headed for the door.

"Where am I supposed to go now, then?" Randall asked with annoyance. He didn't want to stay in the cupboard.

"I thought we were going to stay in the room together," Harry said. "If you don't want to-"

"No, no it's fine." Randall said quickly. He didn't care about having a room mate as long as he didn't have to sleep in the cupboard.

"Good." Harry said and left.

What little of Harry's possessions there were in the cupboard were taken upstairs. He had to move it all himself, but he didn't mind. Besides, Randall would be safer that way; wouldn't want any of them to step on the monster's tail and discover him.

After everything was moved in Harry closed the door and sat down on the bed. Randall became visible and sat down next to Harry.

"So, what happened?" He asked.

Harry's face briefly twisted into one of concentration, trying to determine how best to explain the situation.

"I got a letter today. I wasn't able to read it because Uncle Vernon snatched it from me, but the address was oddly specific."

Randall raised a non-existent eyebrow.

"I mean really specific, like the sender had stalked me. It said: Mr. H. Potter, The Cupboard Under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging, Surrey, and there was no return address. You cannot deny that that's creepy."

"Definitely creepy." Randall agreed. "Maybe your relatives were afraid that it was a cop or something and got scared because it said 'Cupboard Under the Stairs'. They could have been afraid of having child abuse charges filed against them, so they gave you the room."

Harry nodded. "Makes sense."

"Still," Randall continued. "I don't know how things work in the human world, but any outside source knowing that much about your living conditions is weird, and it's not something that even social workers usually know."

"It's usually not like that here either... I think. I don't have that much interaction with cops and social workers."

Harry was silent for a moment.

"Do you think they'd send another one?"

Randall shrugged. "I suppose so. Obviously someone wanted to get in touch with you, and usually if you don't answer them, then they send another notice. We'll just have to be on the look out."

"Yeah," Harry said a bit sullenly. "But Uncle Vernon probably will be too."

A Letter came again, but the uncle was once again able to intercept and burn it. Harry told Randall, so the lizard monster decided to wait around near the top of the stairs the next day, around the time that the letter seem to come, and watch for it.

This time there were more than one letter and each were held within the beak of an owl. When the uncle became enraged and tried to shoo the owls away, Randall saw his chance.

He blended and ran into the chaos of the screeching owls that had dropped their letters, and the now-purple, obese human going after them. He quickly snatched one up and made it back up the stairs before anyone was the wiser.

Vernon grabbed the other letters and went to dispose of them. Luckily, he didn't notice the uneven ratio of owls to letters.

Harry had seen Randall grab a letter, so he finished cooking up breakfast and ran upstairs.

Randall had been examining the letter when Harry came rushing in. He tossed it to the boy then went over to read it behind Harry's shoulder.

He opened it and read the first page aloud.


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 been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"No way," Harry breathed. "This can't be real, can it? Magic isn't real..."

"Kid, must I remind you that you're currently asking this to a monster whose job is to come out of children's closets at night and scare them?" Randall said.

He grabbed the envelope and pulled out the second paper.



First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.


All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble


1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.



Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

"Regardless," Harry asked. "Do you think it's real?"

Randall clicked his tongue. "It could be. I'm personally more of a monster of science, and engineering, but hell... there are different dimensions. Why not magic? Besides, this explains why you're so weird; well partially explains it." He smirked.

Harry stuck his tongue out at him. "I guess it's worth a shot."

Randall looked over the letter again. "It says to reply by owl. How are we supposed to-"

A tapping at the window cut him off.

They looked over to see a small, brown owl tapping it's beak against the glass.

Harry rushed over to open it. Randall muttered something about owls being more intelligent than half of the planet's humans.

It flew in and waited for the reply.

Harry ran over to the wooden desk and opened a drawer to find a pen. He was in luck, there happened to be a pen and some paper.

"You might want to ask for someone to come and help you find this stuff. Where are you even supposed to get a wand or cauldron, anyway?"

Harry shrugged. He wrote out a reply/request and handed it to the owl. The two watched it fly away, both anxious to see if someone responds.

AN: "I don't have to update this right now, right? Lemme see how people are- Oh! Wow. Okay, 16 reviews. 45 Follows. 28 Favs. O.O Maybe I should finish that chapter." And that was how chapter 2 was made...

Honestly, I didn't expect this kind of feed back. I mean, thank you all, it feels awesome. But at the same time, I feel horrible because my track record for finishing my fanfics is not high. I feel like I'm going to let many people down, even if I do have an outline for the story (actually writing it down in the hard part, I end up deleting and re-writing what I have at least once. It's frustrating).

Hopefully I'll have the inspiration to continue this for a while.

Huh, I ended up using the word 'loo' instead of 'bathroom' in this. It felt kind of odd to me. But I'm trying to practice dialect for the characters - the slight differences between English spoken in different regions. I'm afraid that unless there is a heavy accent involved, all my dialect sounds too similar. Sigh. Hopefully it'll be something I can improve.

Thank You to those who reviewed:

zen129 - Thank you for being the first to review =) Hopefully more people will start doing this crossover as well.

Noctisis Rrhagia

NewBlueTrue - It's surprising that this hasn't been done before. I'm glad you like it.


Balinor88 - He will, don't worry. :)

ultima-owner - Camouflage pranks hmm, interesting idea. ) I love the way you think.


Dannichigo - Yay! Fellow 19 year old that likes Monsters Inc. :)


Make war not love. war is fun



Alphonse Elric's Lover - I think to Randall all us humans pretty much look the same. lol, I don't think he'd take the time to notice the little things like Harry's scar. But this is a cute little bit to insert and ask Randall about when Harry learns of his fame.


Dark Magix - :D I'm glad you think that the combo is working out well! I'm so paranoid about the story balance in between the two worlds. That makes me feel reassured.

Moonlight 43 - You know, I used to hate crossovers with a passion, then I happened to come across a good Harry Potter and Yu Yu Hakusho crossover, and I fell in love. At least with Harry Potter crossovers, but that's only because for some reason a lot of things can be angled to work just right with it. :) I hope you have fun writing your ideas. I think Randall is a good character for character development. There's quite a bit that an author can do with him. Hehe. Good day/night to you as well.