AN: I'm tired of reading the ninja Harry stories. So, here's my take on the same idea. Just replace ninja with Samauri.

"Albus," The large half-giant started," Where is Lil' Harry gonna go?"

"A fine question indeed, Hagrid..." Dumbledore trailed off into his mind, trying to think of somewhere. "Master Kyuzaemon has no child, and young Harry will be safe there..." He still seemed deep in thought, staring at the life Hagrid held in his hands.

"Master Kyuzaemon, Albus? But isn't 'e in 'apan?"

"Quite right, Hagrid, let's be off, it's cold in the east at this time of the year.." And so they both left for a ancient village.


Nine years later.


"Hari Nanashi, you have improved since last we met." Two boys held swords in a stalemate, face to face.

With a quick flash, the two boys jumped apart from the stalemate. Their swords met again, and the raven haired boy replied, with a smile, "So have you, Isharmu Chiaki. But..." He didn't get to finish what he was going to say, since the brown haired Isharmu thrust in a surpise attack.

Hari sidestepped the attack, and brought the sword down upon the neck of his oppenent, and at the same time disarmed his oppenent with a kick.

"Enough." Master Kyuzaemon stopped the sparring match. The two sparring bowed first to each other, and then to the aged master. "Hari Nanashi, " the man said with a smile, "You have done well. This victory brings honour to our community and prestige to your name. But now, I believe your cousin would like to contiune on with our festivies. Correct?" the aged master said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes, Master Kyuzaemon, it is not everyday you lose a title to your cousin whom's going to Europe." Isharmu said solemly.

The two boys bowed again, and sat down next to each other, facing the arena they just left from. "Hari, I demand that upon your return, you allow me another challenge to regain the title."

"And I would have it no other way, Isharmu." Hari replied. He poured tea into the other boys cup as the other boy did the same for him. "But you will have to wait until the cherry blossoms bloom."

The two cousins had known each other since they could remember. They lived in neighboring villages in Japan, and never been very far from each other. The title that they were talking about was the Eastern Junior Sparring Title, and although far from offical, it was a prestigious one. There was no plaque, or belt, or ribbon, but the holder of the title knew he earned it, and that's all Hari needed.

"Hari, the master wishes to speak to you, alone." The master's servent whispered into his hear. His cousin nooded as he left for the Master's house.

"Master Kyuzaemon, what is it that you need?" was the formal greeting he always used when speaking to the master.

"Hari Nanashi, you are like my son to me." Both knew this to be true. The master was unable to have children, and considered the gifted child a blessing. "With you parting to Hogwarts, I wish to announce you as my heir."

Hari knew the day would be coming, but had not realized it would be so soon. "Master Kyuzaemon, thank, you, words alone cannot relate to what a honour this is."

"Hari Nanashi, you have been training in the ways taught by the Hagakure. Now you leave the path to one less traveled, the path of the Wizard. Do not forgot that with every way we learn, we become more in accordance with our own."

"No, my master, I will not forget this lesson." Hari said sitting in front of the aged master.

"From the day your birth-parents died, you have been with us. You were my prayers answer, and I have taught you as I would my own son... But there are dark days ahead, in both worlds. But at the same time, I also see many, many happy ones. You have been the best student a teacher could hope for, and for this, I wish to show you something." The bald master used a cane to get up, and slowly turned around from where he was sitting. The walls slid apart, but what was behind it Hari could not see.

"These, my son, these are the Swords of Edo. They were made three hundred years ago... by a blacksmith who's name time forgot and made for a forsaken samauri. When I was young, I found these at Edo Castle, and kept them ever since. As my son, they are now yours." He put the black set of swords in front of Harry.

"It is time, isn't it, master?" Hari realized why he was naming a heir now.

"Yes, Hari Nanashi. It is. I wish to name you as my second."

"I am in your debt, my master. Is it to take place now? Are you ready?" And at the last question, which he said much more gravely, he unseathed the Katana, and stood at the side of his father, who now was kneeling where Hari was moments ago. From his belt, he pulled out a tanto wrapped in rice paper.

"Hari, as Samauri, we die by the sword. Either our enemies, or our own." He pulled the sword into his stomach, and pulled across, letting his inards fall outwards. He then pulled the knife through to his chest, and stopped. "Cursed be I that I cannot fall in a great battle."

With more disclpine he could of mustered before, he brought the sword down upon his master's bare neck. He did not shed a tear for his master's suicide. He walked outside the simple house, and looked around. He realized why the master had this festival here. Everyone was happy, talking in groups. They were all related, through blood or sweat, they were all his master's family.

"Nakato Shikibu," he called the oldest man.

"Hari Nanshi... it was time, wasn't it?" Nakato was aged, but not as old as the master.

"Indeed, I assume the pyre is ready."

"Hari Nanashi, it is..." He was choosing what words to say carefully, "but you are to leave now. Master Kyuzaemon wants you to forget this place and make a home in the wizarding world. It is where you belong."

"So am I just to leave?" Hari had not wanted to understand the master's orders.

"The master's property is your's. He wrote the swords and the bag. I do not know of which he speaks. Gather them, and Isharmu will see you off."

Hari walked back into the master's hut. The men of the village had removed the body. He picked up the swords. He didn't see a bag, but looked at where the master committed seppuku. There was a brown tote bag, full. There was also a long, matching bag made to hold his swords when in public.

Author's note: Well, hoped you enjoyed this. Please review, and read my other stories. Update will be coming soon.