Multi-fandom one-shots

Blue Exorcist x Harry Potter

'In which Harry's peaceful fourth year dinner is interrupted in one of the most ridiculous ways'

This was not going well. The dinner's of Harry's fourth year was ending literally in disaster.

The Goblet of Fire didn't seem to be working properly, the bright blue flames sputtering and spitting burning embers everywhere. The students were panicked and many had already stood and dashed for main doors. Calls of "It's you-know-who!" And "Aliens!" And a "Bloody Hell!" From Ron could be heard over the roar of the noise in the Hall.

"SIlence!"

The commanding voice brought everything to a halt. People sitting back down after a few glares from the teachers.

"Now," Dumbledore continued cheerfully, "I'm certain there's a perfectly logical explanation for why the Goblet is acting up, and I'm sure the teachers are perfectly capable of figuring out what it is, but in the meanwhile, why don't we all enjoy the meal like the civilized wizards and witches we are."

It wasn't a question. People settled down soon after that, easing back into the rather loud chatter from before. Harry vaguely remembered Ron saying something about how DADA spot in Hogwarts was cursed- and how Mad-Eye Moody- the new teacher for that position, wouldn't last either.

It was peaceful enough, that is until the Goblet of Fire exploded.

The blue reached at least twenty feet, spitting out two figures. One looked human, and the other looked... like a giant cat?

Harry didn't notice that one of the figures was flying towards him until it was too late.

Crash.

Both Harry and the mystery person flew backwards, sending food flying, and falling into both Hermione and Ron, who were sitting on the other side of the table.

Ron got up almost immediately. "No! My food!" He yelled, mournfully picking up his overturned plate.

Mystery person sprung up second, holding his head, and Harry finally got a good look at them.

Spiky darky blue hair, tinted an odd shade of navy, pale skin, pointed ears, a bit like an elf, and... were those fangs?

What was he? A vampire? Where was he during Harry's first year, when the enemy was, supposedly, afraid of vampires?

"Ow," mystery dude groaned "jeez, that actually hurt!"

Harry blinked owlishly at him, before dumbly asking, "Who are you?"

Mystery guy stared at him for a couple seconds, looking him over.

"Jeez," he said, "you're scrawny. And i'm Rin. Rin Okumura."

"MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!" Came the signature yell of Draco Malfoy.

When Harry looked over, he almost, almost, laughed. His whitish-blond enemy of a Slytherin was stuck under the giant cat from earlier.

"Kuro!" 'Rin' yelled, "Get off of him!"

The giant feline grudgingly got off the boy, hissing slightly at him, before padding towards them.

"Excuse me young man," Oh, Dumbledore, "is this yours?"

He pulled, was that an ice pop? Out of his beard, with an unimpressed look.

Rin went red.

"Oh, sorry. Also, maybe you should just... Oh I don't know, cut it? Long beards are so like, 18th century. No offense."

Dumbledore's frown deepened.

"Ugh!" Draco yelled again, "now I have idiot cat fur all over me. I guarantee my father will hear about this! You will get in trouble!" He pointed at Rin

Rin raised an eyebrow, "and your father is who...?"

"A very high up ministry official!"

"A what official...?"

"The Ministry of magic!"

"Look dude, I don't know what your problem is, but your dad can't do anything about me." Rin deadpanned.

"Oh, I'm sure he can." Draco sniffed. "He definitely has way more power than whoever your poor peasant parents."

"Oh yeah? Is your father Satan?!"

And with that, Rin leapt out the window.