Not for Lack of Love

A/N: Dunno why I started this. I REALLY need to work on my other fics.

Damn it all to hell in a hand basket…

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE GINGA DENSETSU WEED ANIME SERIES! (Not to be confused with the Manga or Gin series!)

Takes place after DH (No Epilogue), and right at the end of the Kaibutsu/P4 Arc in GDW.

Prologue

Pain wrenched through her body.

Blood poured from numerous wounds.

Her sight was foggy, making it difficult to focus through the pounding of her head.

But none of this kept Yuriko-once known as Harry Potter-from standing between Hougen and the injured dog.

The harlequin-furred Great Dane chuckled darkly, yellowish eyes gleaming in the sunlight, and Yuriko bared her fangs in reply, making the Dane lick his own massive fangs.

And, as she prepared herself to defend herself from another attack, Yuriko remembered how she had gotten to this place, transformed into a female brindle-coated Great Dane...

And how she'd ended up anywhere near the cruel, sociopathic Dane before her.

Funny as it was, it was all Ginny's fault.

Chapter One

"I'm serious, Ginny!" Harry snapped at his fellow Unspeakable, unbelievably frustrated with her childish grudge. "Don't mess with the Dimension Dog! He might only be a puppy, but that doesn't mean he can't blast you into an alternate world!" The redhead ignored him, as she had been since he decided against getting back together with her after the war four years ago, in order to both settle into his career as well as experiment with his dating options. Four other girlfriends (that all lasted a few weeks only) and two boyfriends (each of which lasted a year...) later, Ginny still thought he should go out with her... No. Just... No.

Harry let out an annoyed growl, dragging his fingers through his shaggy black hair, and scowling at Ginny's back as she continued to poke and prod and generally upset the small, purple puppy that was laying in his comfortable cage, making it growl and whine, all three eyes glowing gold as his magic fluctuated with its emotions.

"Dammit, Ginny, will you just stop!" Harry finally shouted, grabbing the younger Unspeakable by the arm and wrenching her away when she moved to poke the magical creature with yet another syringe. She yelped as she hit the ground, and Harry glowered down at her, opened his mouth to shout at her...

When the disturbed magic of the frightened creature finally unleashed, sweeping throughout the room and hitting everything above table-level, which held Harry, as the other three workers had time to dive for cover. With a howl of unholy pain, Harry glowed neon blue, and disappeared. Immediately after, the puppy collapsed, writhed in place, and then fell unnaturally still, the purple leaking from its fur, until it had turned a dark gray, now nothing more then a stone statue, the magic it had expended too much of a strain on the fragile creature.

Ginny slowly sat up, peaking over the edge of the table, deathly pale.

"Oh no," she whispered to herself, but there was nothing she could do.

Harry had blacked out after the sudden, agonizing flash of magic, skin feeling raw and wrecked. When he woke, he was lying on grass, the sun a too-bright light above him, shining through the tree branches.

"Dammit, Ginny," he groaned, voice pitched higher than before, and he grimaced, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it from the painful ringing. Groaning, he rolled onto his belly, and blinked rapidly before looking down at his hands... Or, really, what should have been his hands. Absurdly large dog paws lay before him, attached to thin arms, and covered in mostly-black brindle fur. He grimaced and shifted his head back, looking over his shoulder. Yep, he was all-dog, and, judging by his size, he was either a fully-grown medium-large one, or a young giant breed...

He was going for a giant breed, though.

Groaning, he shifted to lay on his side, but snapped his head up in surprise when he noticed something very important missing from the underside of his belly. He groaned again, this time in frustrated exasperation, when he fully comprehended what it meant.

He was a bitch.

Literally.

"Suppose it makes sense," he...she muttered to herself. "The Dimension Dog was aiming for Ginny, and so was conditioned for transporting a female." She gave an annoyed sigh, scowling, and lifted her head to peer at her surroundings. "A forest, not the Forbidden one as it's severely lacking in the 'doom and gloom' category..." She sighed again and heaved herself to her paws, uncertainly trying to balance on the too-big appendages. She scowled down at the massive things, carefully digging her black claws into the dirt in a kneading fashion.

"First order of business," she muttered, taking a hesitant, staggering step, and almost falling on her face. "Learning to walk... Again." She grimaced, but determinedly began to work, keeping at it for hours, until her body shook with exhaustion and the sun was beginning to set. Finally, she collapsed, huffing out panting breathes, eyes closed. Weakly, she crawled under a nearby bush when thunder boomed ominously from the sky, grimacing. Closing her eyes, she decided now was as good a time as any for rest, and so she slipped into a deep sleep. She didn't wake up when it started raining, or when the thunder roared loud enough to shake the ground. She was dead to the world, until deep into the next morning.

She woke to bird-song and the smell of wet, raw earth in her nose, and took a few seconds to remember why she was under a bush... And that she was a she. She huffed and crawled awkwardly out from her meager shelter and shook herself firmly, losing her balance briefly and falling on her rump. Huffing out an annoyed breath, she got back to her paws and started aimlessly walking, stomach rumbling for food, a problem she ignored at the moment. She'd only just learned to walk. Unless she came upon a helpfully-abandoned picnic basket, she was going to go hungry for a little while.

"Water source," she muttered to herself, floppy ears perking a bit. "Next order of business. Find a water source." She soon began sniffing the air, listening hard as she did so, carefully stepping over exposed roots and pushing through bushes. It took her nearly an hour, but she soon came to a river. The water was a foot or so deeper then the ground she stood on, but she could reach it easily enough. There was a splashing sound, and she looked up, startled to see a young dog clinging to a rock, teeth latched onto the leg of an older German Shepherd. Both looked battered and injured. Her eyes widened, and she froze.

"H-hey!" She cried as the young dog almost slipped. She didn't hesitate to leap into the water, long legs pushing her through the chilly water, her massive paws helping greatly with her movement. She swam all the way out to them and grabbed the Shepherd by the scruff. "I've got him," She grunted out, and the young dog nodded, releasing the others leg. The two of them swam, side-by-side, back to shore, where a young Golden Retriever, a little younger then the dog she helped, had appeared on the shore.

"Weed!" The Retriever cried, before turning his head. "I found him!" He shouted, and then helped pull the Shepherd from the water, Harry and the young dog dragging themselves out. Harry shook herself furiously, shuddering.

"Water," she muttered, disgruntled. "Always something to do with water." Huffing she turned and took a better look at the young dog she'd helped. He was... Blue? Blue, with a white underbelly and snout, and with two white circles above his eyes. He turned equally blue eyes up to her, and smiled.

"Arigato, miss," he said, relieved; Harry inclined her head.

"The least I could do," she replied, recognizing the word the other dog (An Akita if she was right) used as a Japanese word meaning 'thank you'. They'd been joined by a brown Great Dane mix with a darker brown face, a tiger-striped gray dog, and an English Setter. Harry nodded at them all as they quickly took in his appearance, before they all turned their attention to the slumped, panting form of the battered Shepherd.

"Jerome-san," the striped dog said worriedly; the Shepherd grunted and shifted his eyes around the group once, hesitating on Harry briefly, before he closed his eyelids.

"If you die after dragged your ass out of that cold water, I'm gonna be pissed, mister," Harry declared, poking the Shepherd, Jerome, with a paw. "Life is too short to just give up on. You have to go out with a bang, saving as many of your loved ones as possible, and make sure your enemy will always have something to remember you by, you know?" Jerome slit his eye open again, and managed a weak smirk in her direction, making Harry snort. "That's the spirit, old man," she cajoled easily; suddenly there was a vicious wind, forcing the dogs to crouch and squint, ears pinned back.

"What the hell are the humans doing?!" The striped-dog cried over the loud noise, and Harry managed to squint upward to see a helicopter of all things.

"Stop!" Jerome yelled up at the helicopter. "You aren't allowed here! This is a Paradise for dogs! Humans can't just do what they want here!" He shifted so he was sitting up more, staring intensely at the helicopter. "I'm not coming back! This is where my friends fell! I'm tired of you using me. If you come down here, you'll be met with force. I don't want to have to do that! But I will protect this place..." He sat up even straighter. "These fangs swear by that!" The helicopter hovered for a few more minutes, before it finally turned and flew away. The dogs slowly straightened, except for Jerome, who settled back down in exhaustion, looking both relieved and distraught.

"Jerome-san," the blue Akita murmured, awed; Harry huffed and shook herself again.

"Let's get you someplace you can rest peacefully, old man," she said, nudging his shoulder with her snout. He nodded and heaved himself to his feet, and Harry and the Dane-mix both moved immediately to either side of him, letting him lean against their taller sides.

"Konnichiha," the mix said to her with a nod. "I am Ken, son of Ben." Harry smiled at him, then hesitated.

"Er, I don't really... Have a name yet," she admitted, ducking her head slightly, embarrassed. She couldn't tell them her name was Harry. Even the Japanese version, Hari, meant 'needle' and 'fish hook'. Like hell she was going to be called that. "My mothers name was Lily, though," she said absently, blinking.

"Yuriko," Jerome said; Harry blinked down at him. "It means lily, and child. Child of Lily." Harry felt himself flush, and gave the older dog a warm smile.

"Arigato, Jerome-san," she murmured, unbelievably grateful. The group continued onward until they reached a mound of large boulders, with dead trees poking out randomly. Yuriko (as Harry immediately began to refer to herself as, so that she wouldn't slip up later) and Ken helped Jerome to the base, where he insisted on laying down. Yuriko dragged her eyes around, taking in the corpses of other dogs, and grimaced at the thick, coppery scent of blood.

"You all must have had one hell of a battle here," she said, peering around. Ken and the striped-dog nodded, and Yuriko moved immediately to help them drag the dead dogs over to a nearby clearing, where the English Setter and Retriever were beginning to dig graves. The blue Akita joined them after he helped Yuriko with the three-legged dog, who, she found out, was an old warrior named Smith. Well, if she hadn't been treating the dead with respect before, finding out they were all warriors, who had died battling a mutated dog-monster, she definitely was now. Hell, she felt honored, being included with the burying process at all!

Yuriko remained a respectful distance, and stayed quiet, as the dogs of Ohu (as she learned they were called) said a final goodbye to their fallen comrades. After the burial, she joined them for the night, hungrily devouring the fish the blue Akita (an eight-month old named Weed... Strange name, but she'd heard stranger) had caught for them all despite his bruises. She stayed with them for about a week when it happened.

"Weed!" GB, the English Setter, shouted, running up from the path in the forest, snow clinging lightly to his brown spotted cream coat. Yuriko lifted her head from her paws, where she'd been dozing near the entrance to Gajou (the name of the boulder hill). Weed and Jerome had been discussing something just out of her hearing range, but both were now alert.

"What's happening?" Yuriko asked.

"Akame is here! He just showed up!" The Setter cried, skidding to a stop in order to turn, Weed and Jerome already running after him. Yuriko grimaced, leaped to her feet, and lunged gracefully after them, her long legs and massive paws letting her eat up the distance with ease. She wrinkled her nose as her sensitive pads sank into the relatively new snow, but ignored it as the four of them rounded a bend, and found Ken and Kagetora (the tiger-striped dog, whose breed was called Kai Ken) coaxing an all-white Inu dog to hold on and rest.

"I found them! We're here!" GB shouted; a dazed look crossed the Inu's face as he stared at Weed.

"Konnichiha," Weed greeted. "My name is Weed." The Inu blinked, dazed look focusing and becoming a mix of hope and confusion.

"Weed?" He asked, voice soft. "You're Gin's...?" Weed nodded, blue eyes bright. They all blinked in surprise as the Inu (Yuriko could only assume it was this Akame GB announced) beamed, eyes closed, and looked like he was going to start either laughing or crying. "I'm so glad I found you," Akame said, soft voice a little tight. "Weed, I must tell you now. Gin... Our leader... Your father... He's in danger." Yuriko could only bite back an annoyed sigh.

The shit was about to hit the fan, she just knew it.

A/N: Mwahaha, the first Harry Potter/Ginga Densetsu Weed x-over yet!

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And YES, okay?! I have a small obsession with Dog!Harry.

Deal with it.

R&R!