Chapter 1 - Stranded in Japan

AN: WARNING… this is rated M for a reason. If you don't like reading about sexual situations, I suggest you don't even read any further. This story explores that aspect quite a bit.

TIMELINE NOTE: To clear any confusion… I have bumped the HP timeline up by twenty years. So Harry was born 2000, and attends Hogwarts in years 2011-2017, and then is on the run in '17 and '18. With the Battle of Hogwarts happening in May of 2018…

As for the Sekirei portion... I just found that the plot takes place in the year 2020. So I am moving it up to 2018 instead... Also, I think technically the first season of Sekirei happens during the spring time, but I'm moving it to the fall… because I can.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Sekirei or Harry Potter. I am just playing around in the sandbox that they left open.

"English"... "Japanese"... Thoughts

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September 10, 2008

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes as he tried to remember where he was. While the bed he was in was extremely comfortable, the ceiling above him was unfamiliar but clear. Again, Harry thanked Merlin that his eyesight had corrected itself after his fight with Tom. While he was still unsure how it happened, he thought it was connected to his magic suddenly being stronger as well. It had been four months since the Battle of Hogwarts and he had spent most of that time relearning how to control his magic. During that time his girlfriend had been extremely helpful and patient as she stood with him through the immediate aftermath of the battle.

His thoughts were brought back to his present situation when something at his side shifted. Looking down he saw brown bushy hair sprayed across his bare chest. Harry smiled at the sight as he rubbed her naked back, last night coming back to him.

They had just gotten off the plane in Shintou Teito, Japan when they learned that the connecting flight to Sydney was delayed. Then due to other unforeseen issues (Harry blamed the infamous Potter Luck) they would be stranded in the city for 3 or 4 days at a minimum. It was nothing short of a miracle that they found a hotel with as late as it was. Though they didn't get into the room until past midnight, they still spent a couple hours indulging in certain amorous activities.

Right now though he had a totally different problem than being stranded in a completely unfamiliar city. He needed to relieve himself but the sleeping brown haired beauty had her head resting on his shoulder and both her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. Harry knew from experience that it would do no good to try and slowly untangle himself in an attempt to let her sleep. She would just hold on tighter.

He had just decided to lie there as long as he could before waking her, when she shifted her leg in a way that put more pressure on his bladder. Bloody hell, he thought to himself, fuck being nice. With that he pushed the naked girl off of him and rushed to the wash room to take care of business.

When he returned he found the brown haired goddess sitting up and glaring at him.

"That was rather rude of you, Harry." Only from years of knowing this girl could he pick up the slight tone of amusement in her voice and the barest twitch of the edges of her mouth.

"Well, Mia, that's what you get for pretending to sleep while attempting to torture someone." Harry replied. He took a moment to admire his naked girlfriend and long time best friend. Her brown hair fell in waves to the top of her perfect (in his humble opinion) C-cup breast. The long scar running diagonally across her front was just a faint white line now and was only noticeable when she was tan. His eyes continued down her body since she was sitting with the covers thrown off. Her cough brought his eyes back up to her face. She was grinning mischievously now.

"I didn't realize I was torturing you," Hermione said as she stood up and began to walk towards him, swaying her hips as she did so. "If it was that bad, I'll just have to make it up to you." With lust filled eyes she knelt in front of him and proceeded to continue where they left off the previous night.

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Hermione fell onto to bed next to Harry. They were both breathing heavily and covered in sweat and other fluids. Looking up into the beautiful green eyes of her best friend she was again blown away by how much love she saw in them.

"You have got to explain how you can do THAT with your magic," she cooed at him when she finally regained the ability to speak.

He laughed softly in between breaths. "It's all about intent, Mia. You know that magic is mostly all about intent with a few incantations to help focus."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, he had used that same line a dozen times since he had learned to use his magic to enhance their love making (she refused to call it shagging or fucking) last month. "You keep saying that but I still can only manage a fraction of what you can do."

She honestly was impressed with Harry's command over his magic. Never before had he shown this kind of aptitude with his magic. Whatever happened in the forest on the day of the battle (he didn't volunteer the information and she didn't ask) had somehow given him better access to his magic. Hermione had been shocked to find out that during their 6 years of schooling he hadn't been able to 'feel' his magic. That certainly explained why her own magic had never fully reacted with his until after the battle.

"Anyway, we are stuck here in Shintou Teito for a few days. We might as well do some exploring." She said as she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the wand holster that carried her new 9 inch Maple with Veela Hair wand (the core was courtesy of Gabrielle).

She felt Harry run his hand over her side as she put the holster on her wrist. "It will be interesting to learn about a completely different culture." He responded. Hermione knew that Harry had enjoyed the last couple months in France while they stayed with Gabrielle and her parents. She knew he hadn't ever been outside of Britain until then, and his childlike excitement to explore the world was infectious at times.

While they were getting ready for the day her thoughts drifted back to the past few months. Even with their victory at the Battle of Hogwarts there had been very little to celebrate. It was in that atmosphere, immediately after the battle was over, that Harry had asked her to be his girlfriend, which she has agreed to before he had even finished asking. That night they slept together in Harry's old dorm room in Gryffindor tower. It wasn't the first time they had slept together, they had done so plenty during Ron's absence during the Horcrux hunt. However, it was the first time their magic had fully reacted with each other and completed the connection of a soul bond.

The fact that she had a sound bond with Harry had been a complete shock to Hermione. She still had no idea why the connection was formed then and not earlier (though she suspected the incident in the forest was responsible for this as well), but that didn't matter now. Their bond was strong enough now that they could feel each others emotions and if they concentrated hard enough they could tell where the other was. With the bond she was magically and (in most countries) legally married to him. Britain, however, was not one of these countries. Even though the bond was the best thing to ever happen to her, unfortunately it was the bond that also caused all of their problems after the war officially ended.

Ron had caught them in bed together the very next morning and went on a rampage. The fight had started when he accused Harry of 'stealing his girl' and had ended when she slapped him and then drove her knee into his privates after he called her a 'mudblood whore'. She would have used her wand to do worse things to him but it had been shattered in the last few minutes of the battle.

Word had spread like wildfire through the magical community that the Man-Who-Won was bonded to a muggle born girl. Turns out even with the defeat of Voldemort, Magical Britain was still as bigoted as ever. Harry spent the next two months trying to convince the Ministry of Magic that his bonding with her was not a bad thing. By the end of June Harry had given up hope of being accepted the British magical community.

That was also when a 16 year old Gabrielle Delacour showed up at their doorstep.

Turns out she was actually 12 during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, everyone had assumed she was younger due to how Veela ages. Not only that but she informed them of the life debt she owed Harry from being rescued during the 2nd task. There had been a long discussion about that fact, but she eventually convinced them. It was that very night that Harry had one of his crazy ideas, but Hermione had to agree that it was their best option.

The next morning, Harry went to Gringotts had had both the Potter and Black accounts transferred to the French branch. He also granted Hermione and Gabrielle full access to both accounts. By the end of the day they were being shown around a little cottage on the Delacour estate. A couple weeks later they applied for French citizenship in both worlds. The French Ministry of Magic was more than happy to help them through the process. On Harry's 18th birthday the young married couple had officially become French citizens. The best part for Hermione was that this officially made her Mrs. Potter. Even if they were waiting to hold an actual wedding until they retrieved her parents from Australia.

She smiled as she remembered her birthday present to Harry. Turns out sharing a bed with a Veela was it's own kind of magical experience. The couple officially became a trio that night. While there was no soul bond with her, the young Veela developed a different kind of bond with them, known as as a Veela Bond. While not as rare as a Soul Bond, Veela Bonds were still uncommon. Like with the Soul Bond they had to work to strengthen it. Normally they would be able to feel Gabby's emotions as well as each others, but apparently being on the other side of the world was just too far for the bond.

She was brought back to the present when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "What is that brilliant mind of yours thinking about?" Harry whispered in her ear.

Hermione smiled and leaned her head back onto his shoulder. "Do you think Gabby is doing okay at Beauxbatons?" She asked as she bit her bottom lip.

"It's not even been a week Mia. I'm sure she is fine. Gabby knows we will be out of contact until we find your parents." Harry responded with a chuckle.

"Yeah I know. Her returning to school was why we waited to search for my parents until now. I just worry about her…" she trailed off. They both knew the dangers that a young Veela was exposed to on a daily basis.

Harry squeezed her from behind. "Alright, that's enough worrying for one day. Let's explore this fabulous city we find ourselves stranded in." Hermione squealed when she felt herself lifted up and thrown over his shoulder.

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Harry's day so far could be described as one shock after another. Before July, Harry had never traveled out of Britain. Even then it was only to France, while there had been plenty of differences they were still somewhat familiar.

Japan, however, was about as similar to Britain as a flobberworm was to a unicorn. There just simply was no way to compare the two. Prejudice and bigotry was largely prevalent in Britain (at least on the magical side). Here in Japan, Harry doubted they even knew what those words meant. There were all sorts of different styles here. From futuristic styles to modern styles and even a few traditional styles, no two people were the same. They even ran into a group of people (mostly teenage girls) wearing cat ears and tail. Harry teased his girlfriend mercilessly that she should join them. This earned him a punch in the arm.

There had been just one downside to Harry's day.

"Are our friends still with us?" Hermione asked him suddenly, as if reading his thoughts.

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated a moment. "Yes, the one is still sticking to the shadows behind us while the other is on top of the roof to our right."

Hermione nodded, "Even though they are following us, they don't seem to have malicious intent. I mean we've given them plenty of golden opportunities to attack us." Harry had to agree with that assessment. The couple had even spent 20 minutes in an empty back alley snogging to try and draw out their pursuers.

Harry shrugged after a few minutes. "Well as long as they aren't going to attack let's head to that Botanical Garden you heard about before we find ourselves some dinner." At Hermione's nod they started following the signs pointing the way to the garden park.

"I don't think I've expressed how brilliant it was that you found that language ritual back in July. We would be totally lost without that universal translator." Harry said after a few minutes of walking.

Hermione blushed slightly at the praise. "It was nothing. There are a lot of interesting spells and rituals in the Black library. I'm just glad Gabby and I had enough magic between the two of us to power it for you. The amount of power required to power the ritual is probably why it's not widely used. You're probably one of a handful of wizards in the world that could power it by yourself, Harry."

Now it was Harry's turn to blush, "Ah, well… look we're here!" Harry deflected the praise as they walked around the beautiful gardens.

Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks, "Their movements have changed."

Hermione tensed, "Are they attacking?" She asked as she subtly palmed her wand, hiding the action between them.

Harry shook his head. "I don't think so. It's like they are trying to avoid someone now. Like our cat and mouse game as had a dog introduced into it."

"That makes sense, though in that situation the cat usually becomes desperate to get the mouse before the dog can get it." Hermione casually stepped over to a garden bed to disguise the fact she was scanning their surroundings. Somehow they had ended up in a deserted section of the park.

They felt the air charge with static electricity all of a sudden, and heard what sounded like lightning strike not far behind them. The strike was followed immediately by a scream of pain. Hermione shook her head, "Sounds like the dog found the cat. This gives the mouse an opportunity to escape."

Harry stared in the direction of the scream. "What if-," Harry began slowly, "What if the cat had actually been protecting the mouse from the dog?" Harry looked at Hermione and he saw that she instantly understood what he was about to do. Without waiting a second longer, he took off running in the direction of what sounded like a battle.

Harry thought he heard Hermione say something about a "bloody noble git" but he wasn't sure. With his wand drawn he rounded a corner and froze at the sight in front of him causing Hermione to crash into him. Luckily she didn't have enough momentum to throw them to the ground.

In the middle of the square were two girls on their hands and knees facing away from each other both were breathing heavily. The younger looking one had pale skin, long brown hair, and was wearing what amounted to a bikini top, mini skirt, and fingerless gloves that reached almost to her shoulders. The other looked a bit older, had dark skin with jet black hair, and was wearing a black bikini top with a small hooded shawl along with a buckled sarong and leather knee high boots.

On either side of them were two girls in what looked like S&M get ups, though that wasn't the surprising bit. The surprise was that electricity seemed to be flowing in their hands.

"Now we can eliminate the two of you before you find your Ashikabi and emerge," the blue S&M girl said.

Harry looked behind him at Hermione. Their eyes met, and silently agreed on a plan. This was not some telepathic communication, it was just a skill developed after years of working alongside each other (though reading each other's emotions didn't hurt). Silently they both apparated. Harry appeared between the blue S&M and the brown haired girl, while Hermione appeared between the pink S&M and the black haired girl. Just before lightning could strike the four in the middle, both Harry and Hermione put up shields that protected them.

When the lightning stopped Harry yelled out, "I don't know what this is about but you will leave these two alone NOW!" The last word was laced with magic that sent shivers through everyone that was there. The pale girl behind Harry seemed to react the most. And though she was still breathing heavy, it now sounded more like Gabby's breathing after a particularly satisfying session.

The one in blue considered him for a moment then shrugged. "We only fight Sekirei that we can beat. With you two here it looks like they are about to emerge." She turned around and started walking away. "Let's go Hibiki, Seo-san will be wanting dinner soon." She called out to the pink one.

"Coming Hikari!" With that, Hibiki leaped over the four in the middle and joined the blue one, Hikari. This caused both Harry and Hermione to stare at the pair as they walked away. Lightning was one thing, but jumping like Superman was another. Together, they leapt into the trees and were gone seconds later.

Two thuds made Harry turn back around to see the two people they had protected had completely collapsed to the ground. Harry knelt down next to the pale skin girl and started performing some basic diagnostic spells, he noted Hermione do the same for the dark skinned girl. When the spells came back negative he looked up at Hermione. "Find anything?"

"No, just a few minor burns from where she was hit by the lightning." She seemed to be shocked that there wasn't more damage. They must have taken a direct hit before the two magic users arrived, but they didn't have the damage to prove it.

"Same here," Harry looked around and noted a couple of people in the distance. "Let's apparate them back to the hotel room and sort this out there. No need to draw a crowd." At Hermione's nod he leaned down to pick up the girl bridal style, grabbing the Nihontou that was next to her as well. Harry was surprised that the girl was very light even though she seemed to be toned like an athlete. Looking up he saw that Hermione had managed to rouse the other girl enough to stand, albeit leaning heavily on Hermione.

With another nod, Harry turned and apparated away.

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