Challenge from Dis Lexic
When Harry met a crazy old man in a Shrine after his 'family' abandoned him on a trip to Japan the last thing he was expecting was to become the resident God of said Shrine. How will the Wizarding World react to there savoir being a literal God and his Shrine Maiden?
RULES!
Harry must become a Shinto God at a Japanese Shrine.
He must have a Shrine Maiden who fits into one of the Anime moulds. EG, Tsundere, Yandere, really flirty etc.
If Harry goes to Hogwarts, his Maiden must go with him.
immortal and Powerful Harry. He is a God after all.
Harry must turn someone into an animal at least once.
Harry must have an animal form
FORBIDDEN!
Harry siding with Dumbles or Voldie. He must keep out of the fight.
If he takes part in the TWT, the ritual must fail or have unexpected consequences for Voldie.
Dark or Evil Harry.
SUGGESTIONS!
Harry doesn't attend Hogwarts.
Harry not having full control of his powers, leading to awkward situations.
Crossovers.
The Dursleys being punished.
Harry using his powers to punish people who annoy him. Nothing malicious, just pranks and tricks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! Nor will I ever! I will use some quotes straight from the books, so if you recognize it, it's not mine! I did not intentionally steal Kanae (and it's not a crossover) but if someone get's picky, I'll say I don't own her either (though she is technically an oc).
I really like the sound of this so I think I'll try my hand at it. The Shrine maiden is going to be based off of Kanae Kotonami from Skip Beat! But is not her, and it was really by accident. I used the name then it was like Kanae's soul possessed her :P I will obviously have some Inuyasha crossover with it because well, inuyasha, but I haven't ironed out the details yet…. BTW, this is set in Half-Blood Prince, and starts during Christmas Break, so instead of going to the Weasley's, he is in Japan.
And once again no beta but if you know anybody who can (and wants to) and has good grammar (cause mine sucks) I'd love to know! And like I promised this is written with double quotations.
Also~ I looked up a lot about Shintoism but I still am lost so a lot of this is off the top of my head, if someone knows something I don't I wouldn't mind being told! I did, however, create the concept of fading. Does sound a little lotr though...
Read and Review please! I'd love to hear your opinion on it! XD
"Boy! Get a move on!" Mr. Dursley grunted out as he started making his way to the bag pick up area. The people around them practically scrambled out of the way, sending incredulous looks to the Dursley family as they passed. Harry was convinced it was because the Dursley's souls were so dark they produced creepy demons that were scaring innocent civilians.
"Yes, sir," Harry clenched his fists, glancing around him at the airport they were in. The sound of high pitched Japanese was everywhere, the language was grating on his nerves. Everybody sounded like they were whining, it reminded him of Romilda Vane and her group of annoying fangirls. He hated that he even had to go on the trip but Dumbledore had insisted, he said that the Dursley's wanted to apologize he doubted they even knew what the word meant. It was because of them that he was missing a good Christmas at the Weasley's.
"Boy!" Petunia exclaimed as she stared at their large bags of luggage. Each of them brought an excessive amount of clothes for a simple week long visit. Currently he felt that they did it because they wanted to make life hard on him, not because they actually wanted the stuff.
"On it," he scowled and lugged their huge suitcases onto one of the available carts, slinging his mundane backpack on his back. He had shrunk his trunk on the school train and stuffed it inside when he was packing for their trip so the trunk was causing a large book like bulge in his backpack.
"Mr. Durasarei?" A Japanese man with a beaming smile and a formal grey suit flashed a sign at them that had the proper spelling for the Dursley's last name upon it.
"That's me," he answered gruffly before holding out his hand. The Japanese man started at it and made a sound in the back of his throat before smiling tersely and shaking it.
"Watashi wa Morohito Aki desu. I am Aki Morohito. Nihon e yokouso, welcome to Japan." The Japanese man, Aki, smiled at the family and bowed.
"Vernon Dursley."
"Hajimemashite, nice to meet you," Harry smiled at Aki, because it was quite nice for him to translate he was saying. It would certainly help them understand certain things. Of course the Dursley clan seemed to just look annoyed. They most likely saw it as useless and repetitive, Harry doubted they would even try to learn the language. The only reason why Harry was annoyed with the language was because he had been attempting to learn it, and it wasn't going so well for him.
'Follow me, your kuruma, car, is this way. The company has all of the locations you need built into the gps." Aki smiled and lead them outside, somehow still having a friendly air with the rude Dursleys. He lead them to a new silver car and handed the keys to Mr. Dursley. "The company will be expecting you tomorrow, today you and your kazoku, family, may explore or rest. When the rest of your partners come with their families, everyone will get a tour of Kyoto."
"We were actually thinking of looking at a shrine," Vernon grunted out as he opened the trunk and let Harry put all of the bags inside, not making a move to help. Harry rolled his eyes and did as Vernon wanted, he wondered briefly why Aki was saying nothing. But really, chances were the man thought Harry was some kind soul who petitioned to help them.
"Ah, really?" Aki's face brightened though his eyes seemed to narrow just a tad, as if amazed that any foreigner would care for such things and was suspicious of the intent. Which Harry could hardly blame him, in the past half hour that they had been on Japan's soil they had made no signs of interest in the culture. Not even the food.
"Yes, a man, Tenjin?" Vernon frowned, oblivious to the annoyed look that flashed over Aki's face at describing the god as a man.
"I can put the address for the Kitano Tenmanguu shrine into your gps," he started tapping his fingers on the gps before putting it back on the dashboard.
"We're going now," Vernon barked out and Aki nodded and smiled.
"Sayounara, goodbye." He bowed then left, despite being polite previously he looked like he couldn't get away fast enough.
"I want to go to the hotel," Dudley whined as he claimed the seat to the left in the back.
"We'll go after," Vernon snapped before getting in the car, "boy!" Harry jerked before getting into the car. Instantly he was hit with the fresh new car scent, and he felt pity for the car company. When they got the car back it would no longer smell like that, it would smell like the Dursleys instead. He put his bag on his lap, knowing the Dursley's wouldn't want it with their stuff, and then buckled himself in.
"Why are we going to the shrine?" Petunia questioned, looking at her husband suspiciously.
"I heard some chink mentioning shrines, thought it'd be the best place," instantly Petunia nodded catching onto some hidden meaning. Harry was disgusted with the cars lack of response to his uncle's words, that term was crude and extremely derogatory but they didn't care. Shaking his head he looked out of the window, it was better to stay silent than to irritate his Uncle in a foreign country. In no time at all Vernon stopped outside of the shrine.
"Boy," Petunia pulled out some money and shoved it into his hand. "Take this, and go get us something to eat, we'll find a parking spot." Harry rolled his eyes, took it, and got out. He slung his backpack over his shoulder then watched in disbelief as they drove away, not to a parking spot, but right back on the road.
"Bloody fantastic," he scowled and looked down at the money then scoffed, she gave him a useless ten pound note. Harry stuffed it into his pocket with a scowl then looked around him. Japanese people were everywhere, no surprise there, some ignored him but most oggled him and whispered to each other. He sighed and ran his hand through his messy black hair. He had looked up Japan before he came and so he was unsurprised by the response, he had heard that they always seemed to be interested in foreigners.
"Hey, gaki! Brat! Kid!" Harry turned, confused to see an elderly Japanese man that looked like he would fall apart at any second walking towards him. The man was short, only about five foot, and he had a short wispy white moustache and beard. His stringy white hair was tied back with a black ribbon and he was wearing a plain black, red, and white kimono.
"Hello?"
"You're late," the man snapped as he latched onto Harry's wrist with unnatural strength before pulling him up the steps and into the shrine.
"Hey, hey! Wait!" Harry exclaimed a panicked expression flashing across his face.
"Brats, always think they can go on their own time. Time is never something to be wasted. If something is scheduled, you'd do well to be on time," the old man mumbled. He ignored the women in uniforms that bowed to him or made comments in Japanese, instead he continued dragging Harry until he was marching down one of the hallways inside of the temple. Harry didn't have time to look around him and notice anything, instead he was too busy panicking. What was with this day? Getting abandoned by the Dursleys then this?
"B-but, I wasn't scheduled to come here," Harry stuttered out, yelping when the man shoved him into the room. He nearly tripped over the table that was in the center of the room.
"Of course you were, that's why you're here now," the grandfather retorted before slamming the rice paper door behind him. "Now, what is your name?"
"I'm Harry Potter," Harry frowned and brushed his sleeves, fixing the wrinkles.
"I see, you may call me Michizane," the man sighed heavily and sat down slowly on one of the cushions in front of the table Harry had nearly tripped over. "Sit," he waved his hand to the cushion across from him.
"How long have we been scheduled to meet?" Harry questioned, mostly out of sarcasm. He highly doubted that such things had been scheduled and believed more that there was something mentally off with the man.
"Five hundred years I've been waiting," Michizane grumbled, waving his hand and pouring tea into the cups that were in front of him and Harry. Yet, Harry could have sworn weren't there just a second ago. "Now, gaki, do you know why you are here?" Instantly the term connected in Harry's mind as brat.
"No?" Harry's nose crinkled as the scent of green tea filled the room. To him it smelt like a weird mixture of rice and seaweed, but he supposed it was just because he had never encountered it before.
The elderly man sent him a blank look, "you're here because I want to fade. Raijin must have been the one keeping you away, he always wants to mess with me."
"Fading?" Harry repeated slowly. He was confused often, especially with the wizarding world, but something felt off with the man, like no matter who was in Harry's position they would be confused. Suddenly something clicked in his mind, teacups coming out of nowhere, waiting five hundred years; this man must be a wizard! And he must have something akin to the philosophers stone! No wonder he was going crazy! Apparently Flamel had been the same before he died.
'Yes, yes, not quite like the others. See, my memory is still alive and well in the people," he spoke, ignoring the young women who were coming in with plates of food, placing them down in front of them. "I'm just tired of it all, perhaps I was always meant to fade, my predecessor chose to fade as well." He sighed and held up his hand, "Hanae, go get her in a while, please." One of the women bowed then looked at Harry, giggling and blushing before running out.
"Predecessor? Are you some kind of secret Japanese wizard organisation?" Harry questioned with a frown.
"Wizard? Oh, no, gaki, not at all." Michizane shook his head, his laughter was rough to Harry's ears. "Takoyaki," he pointed to small snack balls that had sauce on them, "yakisoba," he pointed to a dish that looked like chow mein. "Eat," he waved his chopsticks before putting some of said things on his plate.
"Okay," Harry frowned and went to dish some food for himself, yelping when the man rapped him on his knuckles with the chopsticks. "What!"
"Be nice to your elders," the old man, Michizane, hissed before pointing at Harry's chopsticks, "flip them upside down when you dish food on your plate, never use the side you eat with."
"Sorry," Harry grumbled out before following his instructions. He fumbled with the chopsticks as he had never used them before and looked at Michizane's grip on them. With a few looks back at the man, comparing their grips, Harry started eating his food properly. He didn't notice the smirk the man sent him.
"So, gaki, you're a wizard? You sound british, do you go to Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Harry nodded and stuffed his chopsticks into his yakisoba noodles when he reached for his tea, only to get rapped on the knuckles again.
"Don't stick your chopsticks up!" Michizane snapped as he roughly pulled them out and set them down properly on the clay chopstick rest. "That's rude, always lay them down."
"Yeah," Harry yelped as he got rapped again.
"Yes, not yeah, honestly, children these days. Where are their manners?" The grandfather grumbled, oblivious to the glare Harry was sending him.
"What was I supposed to meet you for?" Harry asked, frowning when the man lifted his chopsticks as if to hit Harry again.
"Enjoy your meal, then we'll talk," Michizane responded instead. Harry rolled his eyes and started eating slowly. The meal went by in silence until their plates were both clean. As if they were called the women came in again and started to take away the dirty dishes, leaving behind a fresh pot of tea. "So, why are you here?" Michizane questioned as he poured more tea into Harry's cup, honestly he hadn't remembered downing it that quickly. "Is that what you would like to know?"
"Yes," Harry answered slowly, he waited and watched the man suspiciously, waiting for him to rap his knuckles again.
"Relax, I'll only hit you if you deserve it," the elderly man said as if that was a soothing thought. "Now, the reason you are here is to replace me, at this shrine."
"You mean I'd have to live here, for the rest of my life?" Harry frowned, not really understanding what was happening at all. Was this man some kind of loopy priest or something?
"No, no, no, you would replace me, you'd be like the patron of this temple. You see, this shrine is dedicated to Tenjin, Shinto god of scholars, poets, knowledge, and natural disasters, though mostly he is known for scholars. Students come daily to ask him to bless their tests and exams they take, sometimes musicians come to seek help for their lyrics, though nobody comes anymore to pacify the weather." He sighed and mumbled something about fickle humans before taking a long drink of his tea.
"Right," Harry frowned and started at the man, "I don't think I want to be a patron."
"Well, that really doesn't matter, I said you would be like the patron of this shrine, I never said you would be a patron of the temple. You see, I am the person this temple was made for."
"Tenjin?"
"No!" The man scowled before frowning and nodding, "well, yes. But it was originally made for me shortly after I replaced the original Tenjin. You see, when Tenjin was known only for natural disasters he became tired and wanted to fade, but the only way to fade is to find someone to replace the previous god. So when I died, he came to me before I could leave this plane and asked me to replace him. And so I did, then, since I was a scholar and a poet, Tenjin became known for such things as well. So now, since I want to fade, I have to find someone to replace me. Usually that person is a spirit, but I suppose you'll do."
"You're asking me to become Tenjin?" Harry frowned and put down the tea he was going to drink, suddenly feeling as if this whole thing was orchestrated. Was this some kind of elaborate prank so that his uncle could wheel him off to an asylum for the mentally diluded?
"No, no, I'm telling you that you are Tenjin, you seem to be more of his natural disaster side, so people may come to pray for such things more often," the man trailed off as if in thought. "Well, you'll come to see my side as well, you were, after all, born to be a scholar. Both your parents were so clever, or so I hear."
"Wait, I am Tenjin," Harry repeated with a frown, he barely even heard anything else the man said. How could he, a mere sixteen year old, be a god? Then again, how could a sixteen year old be in charge of the safety of the wizarding world?
"Yes, you weren't always, you see. The meal shared between old and new," Michizane motioned to the table. "While we were eating we were solidating our relationship, as soon as I leave this room I shall fade, as soon as you leave, you will be Tenjin. It's quite simple."
"You didn't even give me a chance to say no!" Harry stood up and glared at the man. "I don't want to be Tenjin!"
"How could you not want to be a god?"
"You don't!" Harry snapped, the man paused before sending Harry a wry smile.
"You do have point there, now sit down and have some tea. There is no reason to get all excited, what's done is done."
"You tricked me," Harry collapsed down onto the cushion and drank the rest of his tea like a shot of alcohol. Actually, he wanted it to be alcohol, maybe that would help him deal with everything. Within seconds his green eyes bulged and he started coughing as his tea suddenly went dry and harsh in his mouth, burning it's way down his throat.
"Ah, careful what you wish for," Michizane laughed and drank his tea calmly.
"What was that?" Harry looked at his glass and frowned seeing that the tea had suddenly turned colourless and smelt like cleaner.
"You just turned your tea into vodka," the man smiled at Harry before putting his glass down. "Just think of it as tea again and it'll turn back." Harry followed his instructions and gaped, watching as his tea gained colour and started smelling like green tea again.
"What was that?" Harry put down his cup, glaring at it suspiciously.
"You're a god now Harry, you have abilities that you can use to do a great many of things. Though I should warn you, you can't get drunk. Not that I've tried," Michizane shrugged and Harry knew instantly that the man had, indeed, tried to get drunk at some point.
"You said scholar and poet, how am I supposed to take your place if I'm not good at those kind of things?"
"What is a taxonomist?"
"Someone who classifies animals or plants," Harry answered instantly before frowning and looking at the man suspiciously.
"And what is the most commonly used element used in computers?"
"Hafnium," Harry answered reluctantly, looking mortified that he knew such random things.
"You see, now that you have replaced me you have gained knowledge. Anything that one may become a scholar of, you know." The man beamed and Harry instantly felt a plummeting feeling in his stomach. "You'll get used to it after awhile."
"I can't just skive off school and be a god of some shrine," Harry shook his head and got up again, feeling restless. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, didn't he have enough to deal with when it came to Voldemort? "It's not happening."
"Alright, just walk out that door because as soon as you do it'll become permanent," Michizane nodded to the door and Harry winced, leaning against the wall.
"If I already have your abilities, can't I just relinquish it all back to you? Verbally refuse them?"
"It doesn't work that way," he answered, though an amused smile was forcing it's way onto his wrinkled lips. "You'll need to walk through that door to get all of my power, then you would be able to. But once you walk out I'll disappear and you'll have no way to give it back to me. And don't worry about school, if you wish you may still go."
"I can? I'm not physically tied to this shrine?"
"No! Oh goodness, no, could you imagine? That would be horrible, no, you can come and go as you like. But this will always be your main shrine. There are many others in your name, however, none will be home but this one."
Harry sighed and sat down across from the man, grumpily accepting the fact that he was screwed. He didn't notice the sound of rain pounding against the windows, "this sucks."
"I'm sure everyone in Japan knows how you feel," Michizane nodded with an amused smile.
"Pardon?" Harry frowned before looking at the windows, finally noticing the weather. "Is that because of me?"
"Yes, so I would suggest calming down. You're the god of natural disasters, if you get too emotional the world will react to reflect that. Be careful not to create a monsoon over such a simple thing as this."
"Simple!" Harry exclaimed in disbelief, his exclamation was followed by the booming sound of thunder. "This isn't simple!"
"Calm yourself, brat, don't destroy Kyoto on your first day." He scowled at Harry, before looking at the door just before it opened.
"Master Tenjin," a tall girl dressed just like the rest of the women from before walked into the room.
"Ah, Kanae, please, sit," he pointed to a cushion that was at the edge of the table between Harry and the Michizane's spot. He waved his hand and a teacup appeared, he poured tea into it then gave it to her.
Kanae had long black hair that was tied back by a red ribbon, and her bangs were cut just over her eyes, her eyes were a dark blue and were narrow and callous looking. She had a sharp nose and small lips that were formed in a frown. She wore a white kimono shirt that was tucked into her high waisted red billowy pants, and she had a red sash tied into a neat bow at the top of her pants. "Why did you call me, Master?" She looked over at Harry with a suspicious look, he gulped feeling as if she were about to gut him.
"Now, Kanae, don't be so rude. This is Harry Potter, he has taken my place as Tenjin. He is your new Master," Harry's nose scrunched up at the term, instantly disliking being called Master. It had such a negative connotation. "When I go you will be his main miko, he'll need someone to guide him and that will be you."
"My apologies, Master Harry," she bowed, putting her palms to the floor and leaning deeply until her forehead was touching the floor. "I am Higurashi Kanae."
Harry looked at Michizane helplessly when she didn't get up, the man rolled his eyes before calling out to her. "Kanae, sit up, you're confusing the boy." If Harry hadn't researched the Japanese culture earlier he would have made some stupid comment like, if Higurashi is her first name then why was he calling her Kanae? But the one thing he had learned was that the Japanese introduce themselves last name first so her first name was indeed, Kanae.
"Of course Master," she frowned and sat up before looking between them, as if confused as to how to refer to the two of them.
"Do not worry, Kanae, you may call me Michizane now, I don't hold the power I once did." He drank more of his tea, seemingly oblivious to the look of horror that crossed Kanae's face at what he said. Well, Harry didn't notice it either because she looked as stoic as she had previously, but having known Kanae for so long Michizane would have noticed it if he was looking at her.
"Now Harry, before you can go out of the shrine you will need to learn how to control yourself," Michizane looked at the window, taking note that the rain had calmed some, though it was still falling heavily. "Lest you accidentally cause a disaster to occur."
"But-"
"You'll be prepared to leave before you must go back," the man assured him with a wave of his hand. Then he stood up and waved Harry to come to him. Harry reluctantly followed his cue, feeling a sense of foreboding.
"You're sure?"
"Of course I am," Michizane rolled his eyes and moving far too quickly for an ancient man like him, he shoved Harry out of the door, following after him before Harry could react. However, instead of walking into Harry like he should have, he dissolved into nothing as his body passed the door frame.
"He tricked me!" Harry exclaimed noting with panic that the rain had started coming down faster and wind was starting up.
The girl hissed something under her breath before walking out of the room, grabbing Harry's arm, and dragging him further down the hall. "You need to calm down."
"How am I supposed to do that," Harry snapped at her, he wilted at the dark glare she sent him.
"I don't know, and I don't care, just do it." She opened the door and pushed him in. "This is your room. Now figure it out yourself," she growled out before closing the door on him.
"I'm sure that's not how you're supposed to treat me!" Harry yelled at the door, jumping back when he heard her bang against the door. "Really," he sighed and looked around the room. The room was huge and had tatami mats along the floor, there was a huge bed in the middle of the room with five fluffy pillows, a large puffy quilt that had plum blossoms stitched into it, and there were different portraits of sceneries ravaged by natural disasters hanging on the walls. He walked along the mats to the bed and sat down, the one directly across from his bed was one of the mountains, heavily besieged by rain, wind, and lightning.
"What am I supposed to say to Dumbledore?" He whispered to himself before collapsing onto the bed, instantly he knew that was a bad idea because it was the most comfy bed he had been in his entire life. His body relaxed against his will and he breathed out, feeling his eyes beginning to droop. The last thought that crossed his mind before he fell asleep was, if he fell asleep before he calmed the storm, would it last until he consciously stopped it?