Prologue: Journey's Beginnings

Harry Potter grunted as he landed on his ass for the third time in an hour.

"Good Harry" the teacher said as he pulled the wizard to his feet "You managed to block the fourth attack, can you tell me how I beat you?"

Harry straightened the white shirt of his gi and said "You caught me with a round house when I expected a sweep"

"Why did you expect a sweep?"

"You've never gone from a backhand to a round house, you always sweep while we're off balance from the backhand" Harry replied after a moment of thought.

"Very good" the teacher said "What was the secondary lesson here? Anyone?"

A student at the back, one of Harry's friends from the five aside Basketball games they played, Ryan put his hand up and said "Expect anything"

"Excellent Ryan" the teacher said before looking at the clock on the gymnasium wall "OK class times up, pack up and I'll see you Friday"

The group nodded and several limped off to the changing rooms.

As he entered the changing rooms Harry thought on the last month and a half, he had been back from his fifth year at Hogwarts and his worst year ever. Sirius was dead; he had been tortured by Umbridge, ridiculed by the Ministry and the Media, ignored by Dumbledore. And then on top of all that, he has to become a victim or a murderer.

Add to that the fact that Dumbledore has stopped Hermione and the Weasley's from writing to him and cancelled his subscription to the Daily Prophet, on top of that he had to stay with the Dursley's all the way to September.

It didn't really bother him much since the Dursley's had been leaving him alone and feeding him on Dudley's boxing diet in exchange for him helping his still overweight cousin get ready for a title defence in a few weeks.

He had also used the time to study his defence texts and other books. He intended to be ready for whatever Hogwarts and Voldemort could throw at him this year, come hell or high water.

"That was pretty good today Harry" David, another of his friends from the local leisure centre said as they made their way out of the showers "Even if Sensei did put you on your ass in the end"

"Somebody once told me the best way to learn to get back up is to be put on your ass" Harry said as he reached for a clean pair of boxers from his gym bag.

One of the first things he did when he got back to Surrey at the start of the summer was take his gold Galleons to the local pawn shop and sell them for their weight value. He knew he was basically swindling the Muggle who ran the shop, but he was still two thousand pound richer for his seventy nine Galleons. He had made it his business to buy some decent clothes and get into better shape, which was why while Dudley was sparring for his boxing match Harry used the machines in the exercise room.

It had been hard at first, but after six weeks he was in far better shape than he had ever been before.

And the motivation for his actions was very simple. Revenge. Revenge that Dumbledore would never help him get. The old man had been content to let him putter through life for fifteen years when he could have been trained properly and possibly killed Voldemort that night in the Graveyard if he had been trained right.

He had lied to him and deceived him for years. The old man was just as responsible for Sirius' death as Bellatrix and Snape. If he had told Harry the prophecy existed he never would have gone to the Ministry and Sirius would still be alive.

As he dressed Harry thought about other things.

He had sent letters to the order as requested. But beyond letters from Neville and Luna and a few DA members. And some letters from Dumbledore telling him to stay out of trouble, watch his back and not to make the Muggles angry. And THAT pissed him off most of all, Dumbledore claimed to respect him and take him seriously and he was treating him like a bloody six year old.

"Well if that's the way you want to play it Old Man" Harry thought as he picked up his jacket "That's fine by me. I've got work to do and if you can't stand that. Then you'll be an obstacle for me to remove"

"Hey" Harry turned from the water fountain when he heard Dudley calling him "I just got a call from mum, they want to talk to us, now"

"OK" Harry said as he shouldered his bag and followed his cousin outside to the car his parents had bought him for his sixteenth a few days earlier.

"Any idea what it's about?" Harry asked as Dudley started the car.

"Something to do with the letter they got this morning I think" Dudley said "The one you signed for"

Harry nodded as he thought back to that morning when he sighed for the slightly thick envelope the postman delivered and then handed it to Petunia. After reading it she had given him and Dudley ten minutes to get their stuff and leave the house and not come back for at least five hours.

That had been six hours ago.

When they arrived at Number four Harry could hear Petunia through the open window.

"…I don't care what he wants Vernon. I refuse to see that freak again"

"Think of it Petunia" Vernon said "You told me your grandparents were loaded, if we bring the boy to him and make nice he may leave us something big in his will"

Harry stood and glared through the curtained window for a moment before he stepped into the house.

When the teens entered the living room they found Petunia and Vernon sitting on the three and two seat sofas.

"You wanted to talk to us Aunt Petunia" Harry said

"Yes" Petunia snapped "Sit down, both of you"

The two boys said nothing as they complied.

"This morning I received a letter from my Maternal Grandfather in Japan" Petunia said "He has taken ill and wants to see us before he dies, specifically you Potter"

"Me?" Harry asked "Beyond you and Dudley I didn't know I had any living blood relatives. But considering the fact that you called him a freak I'm assuming he's like me"

"You shouldn't listen in on other people's conversations boy" Petunia snapped

"You're one to talk you racist bitch" Harry thought "When do I need to have a ticket?"

"The flight has already been arranged" Vernon growled "We leave in two days, pack a bag for three weeks"

"Yes Uncle" Harry said as he stood up and moved towards the stairs.

When he reached his room Harry began to gather his clothes from the wardrobe. He considered leaving some behind, but since it was so late he decided instead to pack everything up, some the flight bag he took from the loft, the rest in the new multi compartment trunk Mad Eye Moody sent him for his birthday the previous week.

The trunk was roughly the same size as his own except it had several brass pads on the front that read his magic and his thumb print. The trunk had seven compartments. Two standard storage areas, a common room with study, a kitchen, bedroom with connected prefects style bathroom, dueling area with several training dummies and finally a large open area, where Hedwig spent most of her time.

He had already filled the shelves of the study with his text books and the defence, charms and duelling books the DA and Order members had sent him for his birthday.

Kingsley Shackbolt sent him a set of Manticore hide Battle Robes and boots, Mad Eye Moody also sent him a set of contact lenses with abilities similar to his glass eye.

Hagrid had sent him Sirius' old flying motor cycle (fixed up and looking more modern of course) he had been studying for his driving test for a week and planed to take it before he went back to Hogwarts.

After packing clothes for three weeks Harry went down into his trunk.

A few weeks earlier Harry had been looking through his photo album and decided he knew squat about his family, he wondered if he had any relatives on his dad's side of the family, did his father have any brothers? Were his grandparents alive? He didn't know so he wrote to a shop in Diagon Alley and bought a lineage book.

The book worked by adding a drop of his blood and a strand of his hair to a potion that came with the book and then emptying the potion onto a stone on the spine.

He had discovered that James Potter and Sirius Black were third cousins through a marriage in the nineteen twenties.

He also learned that his father had two brothers and a sister. His older brother John Matthew Potter, who was twenty at the time, was killed in June nineteen seventy seven along with his younger brother William Harrison Potter age ten; younger sister Cassandra Louise Potter age four and their parents Harrison Matthew Potter and Louise Annett Potter aged forty one and forty three.

He had written to Remus about it but gotten no response as of yet. It really made him angry that Remus would ignore him after what had happened in June.

Crossing the Gryffindor style common room from the ladder to the book shelves Harry decided to do a little checking into his family on his mother's side.

It turned out that his mothers maternal side of the family was from Japan.

The line running backwards for four generations was all from a family called the Inyugami's.

His mother and Petunia

Their mother Rose Inyugami Evans and their uncle Li Inyugami

Rose's father Yuri Inyugami

The line split after that with two sons Yuri Volte Hyuga and Kurando Inyugami.

But what was strange was the name of Yuri Inyugami's mother. Anastasia Romanov. And if he remembered his history the only Romanov's during the period where Kurando was married were the Russian Royal Family and Princess Anastasia died at age seventeen. That was something he would have to find out about when they got to Katsuragi.

"Wait a minute" Harry said as he stood up "How did I know we were going to Katsuragi?"

Harry was both confused and concerned now. He had never even been out of Britain. He knew nothing about Asia. What the heck is going on?

With a sigh the teen shook his head and moved towards the door that led to the kitchen.

Done.

The Shadow Hearts Crossover begins. Well it's not really a crossover, but I'm taking aspects from Shadow Hearts.

Next time Harry has a dream and takes a trip.