The Only Thing I Have Ever Wanted

by AceofRavens

Harry Potter has conquered his enemy, and discovers that the manipulations of Albus Dumbledore continue from beyond the grave. He learns some very harsh lessons, but finds his way to Japan, where a very different type of conflict is about to begin... ON HIATUS DUE TO BEING RE-WRITTEN!

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

I in no way, shape or form, own Harry Potter or anything from the Sekirei series. If I did, I would be rich beyond the dreams of avarice, and wouldn't be in the Army….The rating for this story is M, as there will be lemony goodness. Maybe not now, at this moment, but eventually...

The Only Thing I've Ever Wanted….

"THOUGHTS"

"PARSELTOUNGE"

Chapter 1: Memories and New Horizons

In all honesty, he couldn't pinpoint the one point in time where everything had just gone totally, completely, absolutely wrong. He had defeated the worst Dark Lord of his time, and he had the love of a beautiful, intelligent young woman, His Mione. But that of course wouldn't last.

He had just gotten done with an appointment with Griphook at Gringotts three days ago, where he had discovered that he was the Heir of more than just the Potter and Black families, and had discovered just how deeply the manipulations and ambitions of one Albus Dumbledore had really run.

FLASHBACK

"It's always good to see you Griphook. How is business these days?" Harry asked as he made his way up to the goblin behind the counter.

Griphook grimaced as he responded. "I wish I had better news for you, Lord Potter, but there is some bad news, and I have been instructed to take you to see High King Ragnok, Director of Gringotts, and Ruler of the Goblin Nation." With that said, Griphook led the no longer smiling wizard deep into the bowels of the bank.

As they approached the magnificent, well-appointed doors leading to the Kings office, Griphook knocked and waited for an answer. Once they heard a bellowing reply in Gobbledegook, He turned to face Harry once more. "May your gold overflow and your enemies drip rivers of blood at your feet, Milord Potter."

With that said, he bowed and the walked away, leaving a very perplexed wizard at the door. Harry turned to face the door, and then waited patiently, running over the Occlumency calming routine in his mind.

As the door opened, he took a deep breath and walked in. He approached the Goblin behind the desk, and executed a perfect bow. "Greetings High King Ragnok. May your vaults overflow and abound in wealth, and may your enemies be known by their shed blood at your feet."

With a small, sly grin, Ragnok stood. "The same to you, young Lord Potter, please, arise and have a seat." Once they had both sat down, Ragnok assumed a very pensive position behind his desk.

"I know how much you despise being manipulated, especially in light of how the will readings of your parents and godfather brought many of those manipulations to light. However, there have been some…unpleasant, things brought to light at this time, and I have only been able to find one way for you to proceed forward out of the pitfall that has been laid out before you."

He sighed and brought out a device from below his desk, along with a silver athame, and a couple of sheets of parchment. "I need you to prick one of your fingers and drip five drops of blood into the basin, to verify your identity, and then three more drops onto the top sheet of parchment."

Leaning forward, Harry did as instructed, and allowed the drops to fall into the basin, which glowed silver for a few moments, and then flashed a brilliant crimson-gold. At Ragnok's nod, he then let a few more drops of blood drop onto the top sheet of parchment. Once that was done and he had set the athame down, the small prick closed up on its own, and Harry watched along with Ragnok as writing started to fill up the paper.

"What's the problem exactly, Ragnok?"

Ragnok turned the parchment towards himself as he began to respond. "I think it would be best for me to start from the beginning. I was informed of a number of contracts that had recently become active as of July 31st this year. Yes, on your 19th birthday, I'm sorry to say."

Ragnok glanced up to find Harry Potter-Black scowling in thought as he continued. "The person who was the initiator of the contracts made sure that they were ironclad and that you would have no way out of them, at least, he tried to insure that. There were eight in all, and I think it best that I allow you to look them over before I continue on." He then handed him eight folders, each one with a name legibly written on the margin.

"Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Marietta Edgecombe, Cho Chang, Tracey Davis, Millicent Bulstrode, GINNY WEASLEY, AND HERMIONE GRANGER? What in the name of Merlin's going on here?" He looked up at Ragnok for a moment, and then glanced over the terms of the Marriage Contracts, and his face became very pale as he read each of them. To top it all off, as he went through the terms of the last one, he realized that each and every one of his hopes and dreams were about to be utterly crushed.

"What is there that we can do about this Griphook? If I am reading this right, every last galleon, sickle, knut, heirloom, scroll, or book that has been passed down for generations has been given away, to women who I barely know, or in some cases, wish that I didn't know, or to their pureblood families. I would be a slave to their whims and desires, not even be able to represent my families interests on the Wizengamot since the old man has basically signed away all my families seats as proxies, leaving me to play stud….What can I do? What man in his right mind would want to be cursed in such a manner that as soon as his wife, or wives, were given the heir they desired, that they would be able to take his kids away from him to be raised without him. To be unable to have a deeper intimacy with his wives and children, to leave him alone? Unloved? Penniless?"

Ragnok leaned back in his chair, grinning widely. "I think I can help you. Take a look at this." He pushed the three sheets of parchment across the desk to Harry.

Harry looked at the top sheet, and almost passed out. "Is this for real?" he managed to choke out. As he reeled in his chair, he looked up at Ragnok to see him nod and grin at him even wider.

Name: Harry James Potter-Black

Parents: James Charlus Potter (Father), Lily Marie Potter Nee Evans (Mother), and Sirius Orion Black (Godfather, Blood Adoption)

Heir to: House Potter, House Black, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Myrrdin Emrys, and LeFey.

ABILITIES:

Natural Occlumens (Blocked)

Natural Legilimens (Blocked)

Runes Master

Transfiguration Prodigy

Charms Master

Parselmouth

Multi-Animagus (Blocked)

Mage Sight

INHERITANCES:

POTTER:

Vault 7: 10 million Galleons, Vault 694: Heirloom Vault

Estates: Potter Manor - Scotland (Unplottable)

Portfolio:

10% Firebolt Brooms

15% Daily Prophet

15% Twilfit & Tatters

33% Weasely's Wizarding Wheezes

BLACK:

Vault 16: 35 million Galleons, Vault 783: Heirloom Vault

Estates: Black Manor - 12 Grimmauld Place, London

Portfolio:

15% Daily Prophet

10% Comet Brooms

20% Sluggs and Jiggers Apothecary

5% Madam Malkins

Gryffindor:

Vault 3: 3.5 million Galleons, Heirloom Vault

Estates: 25% Hogwarts Castle (Scotland)

Hufflepuff:

Vault 4: 15 million Galleons, Heirloom Vault

Estates: 25% Hogwarts Castle

Ravenclaw:

Vault 5: Ravenclaw Library and Repository, Heirloom Vault

Estates: 25% Hogwarts Castle, Ravenclaw Manor

Slytherin:

Vault 6: 2.3 million Galleons, Heirloom Vault

Estates: 25% Hogwarts Castle

Myrrdin Emrys, (Merlin):

Vault 1: 263 million Galleons, Heirloom Vault

LeFey:

Vault 2: 153 million Galleons, Heirloom Vault

Harry ran a hand through his hair and leaned back. "So is there anything you can do to help me? I don't really know what I am going to do." He then leaned forward, and held his head in his hands.

'Why is it always me...' he thought to himself.

Clearing his throat, Ragnok waited until he had Harry's attention. "There is something that you should know, and there are a couple of things that we can do to help you. but first you would need to accept the Head of House Rings." Ragnok waited patiently for Harry to think through the situation.

After a few more minutes, Harry looked up and sighed. "I suppose if there is any way out of this situation, I will gladly take it at this point. I mean, I have always wanted a family, but I had hoped that I would find someone to love, and to love me in turn, not to be taken advantage of and manipulated. Even stolen from, like Dumb-as-a-door apparently felt was for the best. I honestly can't believe the one woman I love, would go along with this, would use me, just to get at the knowledge and books that I now find I own."

With that said, he sank his head back into his hands as he continued in a softer voice, almost a whisper. "I can't believe I was going to get my mother's engagement ring to propose to the heartless bint."

Ragnok grimaced slightly, he felt for the young man, and vowed to do his best to help the young man that had done so much for the magical world, and felt disgusted that so many of his own kind could do this to one of their own. "Harry," he calmly coaxed the young man.

"Harry, I want to you to do the same thing that you did with the Potter and Black rings." He then slid a rather ornate box over to the young man, and opened it, allowing him to see the rings within. Harry looked up, and reached in the box, sliding the rings onto the same finger as the other two rings.

As he reached for the last ring, the ring of Merlin, he paused for a moment. After each of the previous five rings, he had felt the knowledge, as well as the magical power, settle in his mind and core, expanding both. He then slid the last ring onto his hand, and held his breath for a moment, before opening his mouth in a silent scream as his body jerked upright. He sat like that for several minutes before his body dropped back into the chair, dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.

Ragnok stared at him, astonished with the sight in front of him. "Harry? MiLord? Are you alright?"

Harry looked up at Ragnok and smiled, ever so slightly. "Actually I have never felt better. I know, now at least, that Goblins are masters of wandless magics. Would you be so kind as to examine me to see if the blocks have been removed?"

Ragnok gulped and snapped his fingers, and examined the aura that showed around Harry. His eyes widened slightly, and he gulped before responding. "Yes, the blocks have been burst. Are you feeling alright?"

At Harry's nod, he relaxed. "Well then, on to the good news. First and foremost, I have the honor and privilege of being able call you a Friend of the Goblin Nation. You are the first person in over a thousand years, outside of your mother, to have received this honor."

At Harry's nod of acknowledgment, he then continued. "As I can see that you have absorbed the knowledge of your ancestors, I won't have to explain to you the benefits. The other piece of good news, is that Merlin, in his infinite wisdom, must have foreseen the problem you are having, and ensured that if marriage contracts were written for his Heir, that they would have the power to refuse them, even dissolve them so that they cannot plague your descendants."

Harry leaned back into his chair. "Having looked over the accounts in the past six months, and having at looked at the wording of the contracts, I want the following things to happen. First thing, are letters to each of the signitaries on the Marriage Contracts, allowing them the knowledge that the contracts have been terminated due to the fact that the person who signed them in my stead unlawfully did so, and if they desire to contest this, I will see them put into Azkaban, and half their estates forfeit to me, under the charge of Line Theft. I will personally hand carry the two letters for the Head of House Weasely, and Ms. Granger."

He paused there, letting Ragnok see his ever growing smirk. "The Order's vault? Shut it down and empty it into the Hogwart's Scholarship Vault. The vaults belonging to Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and any monies not relating to the education of the Weasley children, is to be pulled back into my family vaults, and cutoff all access aside from myself and my two house elves, Winky and Dobby."

Harry leaned forward, and his eyes gleamed. "I also want any and all dowries returned. I will take great pleasure in telling the Weasely's and Granger myself."

Ragnok smiled broadly and chuckled. "As you wish, Your Grace. I am assuming that you will wish to leave the country for awhile?"

Harry looked at him and thought for a moment. "Yes I do believe that I will. I would like to purchase three manors, one in France, one in the US, and another in Japan. I would like them fully furnished, and would like to hire on another bonded elf couple. Is that doable?"

Ragnok laughed aloud at the impish look on Harry's face. "For you, Your Grace? Of course." He paused for a moment. "You are taking the new titles rather calmly, compared to when you last received part of your inheritance, what has changed?"

Harry sighed and then smiled. "Nothing really, aside from the fact that I've just grown up. I have learned that some things cannot be changed, and sometimes you just have to accept them."

Ragnok nodded. "I agree. All that you have asked for is easily accomplished. Where will you be staying, since you apparently you won't be staying at the Granger's anymore?"

Harry sighed. "That would be correct. I am going to Floo to their house from the Leaky Cauldron. I will get a room there for the time being. I would hope to have the new homes within the week, if at all possible."

Ragnok smiled fiercely, and nodded in acknowledgement. "I will owl you once we have everything set up. Was there anything else?"

Harry stopped for a moment, then smiled once more. "No, thank you Ragnok. May your gold always flow, and your enemies quiver in fear before you." With that said, he bowed and left, walking out of there with a much lighter, even if it was still inconsolably broken, heart.

As he left the steps of Gringott's, he absent-mindedly rubbed his right forearm, lost in thought as to how things that happened to him always seemed to be beyond the pale. I mean, he had both his wands permanently fused into his arms, allowing all his magic to be done wandlessly, or so everyone thought.

'Thanks for that one, Moldyshorts...' he thought to himself as he walked towards the Cauldron.

He entered and approached Tom, who smiled at him and greeted him quite warmly.

" 'Arry, 'ow are ya lad?" Tom smiled even wider as Harry extended his hand to him.

Taking Tom's hand in a firm shake, Harry chuckled. "I've been better Tom, and I find myself in need of a place to stay for a few nights, to let me catch my breath and regain my bearings as it were."

Tom nodded, tapping a finger to his chin. "I've got room eleven, will that suffice?"

Nodding his head, Harry spoke more quietly. "I've some rather unpleasant business to attend to, that will have me out rather late this evening. I'll be back later, please don't worry about food or anything." Waiting for Tom's response, he looked at his nod, and then smiling rather somberly, he turned to the Floo, and grabbing a pinch of powder, threw it in, and whispered Granger Home.

Stepping out of the fireplace at the Granger home, Harry was warmly greeted by Emma and Dan, which he quietly returned, and then sat at the dining room table and buried his face in his hands.

Glancing at one another in worry, Dan seated himself close by, as Emma walked over to Harry and gently laid her hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong Harry?"

Harry shook quietly, soul-deep sobs wracking his frame as he reached out hesitantly towards her, wrapping his arms around Emma in a hug. She looked up at Dan in shock, as she quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and motioned her husband over as well. The two elder Grangers stood there calmly and patiently holding the young man until his tears and heart-wrenching sobs subsided.

Looking up at the two, Harry reached into a pocket of his robes, pulled out a folder, and unshrunk it without a word. "Please tell me that you didn't know that she had done this. Please..." he begged them, handing the folder to Dan, and then unentangling himself from their arms, he walked to the bathroom.

Emma looked after the young man, only to turn back to Dan when she heard him curse under his breath. "What's wrong?" Her husband looked at her and as tears welled in his eyes, he passed her the folder and spoke. "She is no longer our daughter. Look at the way she would use that wonderful, kind, and loving young man, and then tell me that she is still our little girl. I don't think I've ever been so humiliated in my entire life."

He then sat down heavily, staring off into the distance, as his wife looked on at him in horror, her face going even more pale as she read through the contract. Shaking her head in denial as she read the signature at the end, as tears ran silently down her face at the knowledge that that was her little girl's name, in her very own hand.

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such ill tidings."

Both of them jumped, turning to look at the soft-spoken young man. Emma jumped up and ran over to Harry, wrapping him in her embrace. "Harry, its ok. I can't believe that she would do something like that to you. Is there anyway she could have been bespelled, under the control of some potion or something?" Emma broke down in tears as she looked at him tear up again and shake his head.

"No," he whispered. "With the wording of this contract, she would have to be free of all mind-influencing spells and potions. She signed this of her own free will." He looked across the room at Dan, and motioned for him to come over. As he approached, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.

"Do you know what the worst thing is?" Dan and Emma shook their heads in response. "She wasn't the only woman I was to marry in this way. Each of the seven other women would have drained my fortune, taken my estates and heirlooms that are my birthright, and then once I had gotten them with child, I was to be left alone, penniless, and unloved. I find all this out after having found my mother's engagement ring," here he paused to open the box, to hear their gasps at the beautiful diamond and emerald ring, "I was then going to come here, ask your blessing and permission, and then take all of us out to dinner, and propose to her."

With this said he fell to his knees, unable to cry anymore, he looked up at them with soul-deep anguish in his deep emerald green eyes. "What did I do to deserve this? To be unloved and unwanted? To have everyone that has ever loved me or that I have ever loved, either die or betray me so?"

Dan looked at Emma with a question in his eyes, to which she nodded in response. He knelt down beside the young man, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Son, if I may call you that, I'm so very deeply sorry for what our daughter has done. In the past few years that we have known you, and you have been with our little girl, we have come to ove and respect you as if you were our own. We would be honored if you would consider us as surrogate parents, as you have always been as respectful, considerate, and loving as if you had been our own son." He then looked Harry in the eyes, filling them with all the love and caring concern that he could.

Harry looked at him, then at Emma, and seeing the same things there, nodded shyly. "I think I would love that." He then looked at his watch. "I think there will be a show in a bit. "How about I cook?"

Dan and Emma looked at each other and grinned. "Sounds like fun...Son."

Hermione sighed as she closed up her office for the day. She was definitely looking forward to a little quiet time with her boy toy who had quite literally been her way into the pureblood way of life. Granted, she didn't feel like he was her one and only, but after Albus had died, this seemed to be her only way of ensuring that the promise of gaining all that hidden knowledge came to pass. She looked at her watch, and then sighing one last time, she walked to the elevator, and headed up to the Ministry's Floo point, and headed for her parent's house.

As soon as she stepped out of the fireplace, she could feel something was off, but she chalked it up to the fact that she was fairly certain that her man was going to propose to her tonight. She shrugged it off, wondering just how she could take further advantage of the situation, and then calmly headed into the living room, where she greeted her mum and dad, and then headed up to her bedroom so she could shower and change.

Downstairs, Emma and Dan walked into the kitchen to finalize everything with Harry, who had been cooking up a storm while they had waited for her to get home.

Harry looked at Emma apologetically, as well as at Dan, before Emma spoke. "Harry, as much as this hurts us, it is the right thing to do. We loved her, cared for her, and did our best to raise her right. You cared for her, loved her enough to save her life on several occasions, and she still has the gall to use you and manipulate you, even knowing the living nightmare that is your life due to the manipulations of that old man. We love you, and have ever since the first time we met you, when the two of you first started dating three years ago. We have considered you as a son, and will always think that way where you are concerned." She wrapped him in a hug as she finished speaking.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything that you have done. I can always promise that you will have first call as grandparents to my children, no matter where I have them or when or who I have them with." He looked at them to see them both grinning from ear to ear.

Letting her go, he turned back to the letter he was writing, and signed it. Then he waved his hand, muttering Duplico, and rolled up both scrolls. Sealing them both with the Merlin ring, he then asked them to set the table, as he carried the food out.

A few minutes later, he heard Hermione coming down the stairs, and he waved his hand over his clothes, changing them into a nice set of black cotton slacks, an emerald green silk shirt, with a blood-red silk tie, and then walked out to face off with the woman who had torn his heart in two.

Hermione relaxed in the shower, luxuriating in the heated water, and day-dreamed about all the books that she would be able to purchase, and read through. For her it had never been an issue, seeing as how she had always felt that Harry had simply used her for her brains, she felt it was quite alright to do the same. After all, he couldn't really be in love with her.

As she got dressed in her little black dress, she grinned to herself, thinking about the way things were going to go tonight, going out to eat, do a little drinking, a little dancing, and with as drunk as she was planning on getting Harry, she knew he would never even remember that he would not even be her first.

Those were the thoughts running through her mind, as she walked downstairs, and thanks to Harry's newfound ability with Legilimency, and Occlumency, he was shocked and horrified beyond belief, and yet still able to hide all his anger, and heartache from her.

He greeted her with a peck on the cheek, instead of their normal greeting on the lips, and seated her at the table, at the same time as Dan seated Emma. She looked up at him in shock, as this was definitely not the way she had pictured things going.

Harry was fuming underneath his cool and collected exterior. To think that she would sully herself and with one of their classmates, and think he would still want her, it was simply horrid.

He spoke with Emma and Dan for almost an hour, about his aspirations and dreams, answering all their questions, just to see what Hermione's reaction was, and caught the slight smirk that graced her lips ever so subtly.

"Mione, what was the smirk for?" She jumped ever so slightly, unaware that he had caught her. "Nothing at all, Harry. I was just wondering if you were planning on discussing that kind of thing with me before deciding on a career." She smiled warmly at him as she spoke, but the smile never reached her eyes.

Harry's grin slowly faded. "Oh really? Kind of like how you never discussed with me about how you decided to use me just to get your bloody, filthy hands on MY heritage. To get with child by me, and leave me alone. Unloved. Penniless? To use me to get at my Wizengamot seat for the Potter's?"

He slowly grinned in a feral manner at her growing shock and fear. He then tossed a small velvet box on the table, open towards her. "I was planning on proposing to you tonight, using my own mother's engagement ring. But now, I can't even bear the thought of sullying her name, and her ring, by putting it on your finger, the way you sullied yourself with Michael Corner."

He saw her parent's shock as well as hers, and continued. "How did I know? I have recently come into all my abilities, even the ones that Albus told you that he blocked. Legilimency, Occlumancy, etc. I can't believe that you would be so callous and shallow, after I give you my heart, my soul, and my promise to be faithful and wait for you to be my first, and then you go and dirty yourself with little Michael, and think that I will forgive it all? That I will still marry you? Think again."

At that she perked up a little and scoffed at him. "You are going to have to marry me, as well as all those other women. You have no choice. Unless of course you would rather lose your life and magic."

Harry laughed in her face, raising his right hand. "Like I said, think again, and take a good hard look at the ring on my finger."

"I, Harry James Potter-Black-Emrys, Head of House Emrys, do declare this Contract of Marriage with Hermione Jean Granger, as well as all other Contracts drawn up in my name, null and void. I declare her in default of the Life-Debt owed to me, and as such she shall fulfill it by leaving my sight after this evening, never to curse me with her presence or the sound of her voice ever again. So Mote It Be!"

With that, a flash of bright green light surrounded him and linked him to her. She cried out in anguish as the Oath took hold of her magic, and then sealed itself to her. She looked at him, expecting him to be gloating, or arrogant, and instead found him crying, heartbroken, with both of her parents standing there holding him. "Mum, Dad?" To her shock and dismay, Dan and Emma Granger scowled at her with anger and loathing in their faces.

Dan stood tall and spoke to Harry. "Harry, know that Emma and I hold you blameless. I honestly don't even know the woman in front of me anymore. She is not the little girl that we raised, and after tonight she is no longer our daughter." With that, he turned towards Hermione, looking at her with hurt, and disdain, and continued.

"I, Daniel Nathan Granger, Head of the Granger family, do cast out Hermione Jean Granger from my family. She will be known from now as Hermione Jean No-Name, and will henceforth never sully our presence or our doorstep evermore. So Mote it Be!"

A tiny flash of blue light surrounded her, and then flew from her to her parents, entering their bodies. She sat there, dumbfounded, as her father did this, just unable to overcome the shock of it all. "Good-bye Hermione. I hope you can live with yourself, considering what you have done to this wonderful young man. He loved you so deeply, so completely, that he would have given his life for you. He never once did anything to you to deserve such vile treatment in turn, and I cannot believe that we raised something so base and cruel as to do such things." With that said he calmly turned back to Harry, and helping him stand, walked out of the room.

Emma stood there motionless for a moment, then walked up to Hermione.

CRACK!

Hermione fell out of her chair, looking up at her former mother in shock and pain.

"I can't believe you would do something like that. Stealing from the one man who has loved you most of the time he has known you, tricking him into giving you a child and a family, only to take it away from him in an even crueler method than the rest of his family was taken from him. You don't deserve anything like that, and I intend to make sure you get what you deserve, even if Harry was willing to forego anything worse, I want you to know in the worst possible way, the pain and agony you have brought to the one man who would have loved you above all others." She turned and grabbed the two rolled up scrolls.

"Dobby!" She cried out. With a slight pop, he appeared in the room.

"Yes Mistress Grangy?"

Hermione stared at the well-dressed house elf, noting the change in his speech as well as the impeccable uniform he was wearing, compete with the Potter crest.

"Dobby please take this scroll, and a copy of this in-valid contract to Miss Hermione No-Name's employer, Madam Bones. I would then like for you to take the other to Gringott's, and once you are done, please come here, pack up all her things, and deposit them where ever she can find a place to stay, along with her."

Dobby's eyes hardened as he glared at Hermione. "Yes Mistress. I will do so." He then popped out, and Emma walked away after Dan and Harry.

FLASHBACK ENDS.

Three Weeks Later

He had traveled for some time after the events of that night. One of the first stops he made was to stop by Neville and Hannah's home, and ask him to sit Proxy for the Potter, Black, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor seats, followed by going to Bill and Fleur's to ask him to do the same for the Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Emrys, and LeFey seats.

Both couples were stunned, and outraged by the way he had been treated, and swore to look after his interests. He in turn had sworn to keep in touch, joking around about how he would have to marry so many women, to carry on his families lineage.

He had spent the first week in the States, traveling around by motorcycle. He had had a custom Hayabusa Turbo made, and had charmed it himself, so that it would never run out of fuel, to fly, and also to be invisible, as well as a notice-me-not charm directed towards police. He had enjoyed the solitude, the peace and quiet, as well as getting a few magical tattoos and a bit of a tan.

At the end of the week, he flew to France, where he stayed with the Delacours, and enjoyed spending time with Gabrielle, whom he adored as a little sister.

Every couple of days he heard from the Grangers, whom he had purchased an owl that they had named Athena, and he greatly enjoyed the relationship that was developing with them. Every once in a great while, he would feel badly for Hermione, at least until he recalled the way she had treated him.

Finally he traveled to Japan, and immediately fell in love with the country. He had spent a year travelling back in time, training with the Goblins, in battle magic, curse-breaking, and swordplay, and it was there that he learned that the sword of Gryffindor would take the shape of whatever sword he was most suited for. It had taken the form a slightly longer than normal katana, and he had to admit that it felt like an extension of his own hand and arm whenever he would wield it. He had it placed under a light glamour, and carried it by his side at all times.

He had also fallen in love with the manor he had here, on the outskirts of Tokyo, and with Dobby and Winky there with him, it felt like he was home for the very first time in his life. He had had it furnished in Japanese fashion, and had warded one room in the house specifically so that he could have Mundane electronics in the house.

He would often find himself walking around the city, and before long, he ended up brewing a potion that would allow him to learn the language overnight.

One night in particular left him emotionally drained, and that was the anniversary of the first time he had told Hermione that he loved her.

He had sat around the house all day, until Dobby had finally gotten him to go for a walk. He found a little Sake bar, and sat down, ordering some food and sake, and slowly proceeded trying to get drunk. As he sat there, he gazed around at all the people, not really even noticing that he had his mage sight up, until he noticed a woman who glowed with an amazing amount of magic.

He blinked a few times, until he realized what was happening, and turned off his sight. Noticing that the woman was drinking alone as well, he got up and slowly walked over to where she was sitting. Bowing slightly, he greeted her.

"Good evening, I couldn't help but notice that you were drinking alone, just as I am, and was wondering if I might be allowed to join you."

She looked up, and the first thing she noticed about him was his dark green, pain-filled eyes. Her eyes widened as she recognized his soul-deep pain, so very similar to her own. She nodded, and moved to one side of the table, so that the only place he could sit was basically touching her.

He nodded gratefully, and sat down next to her. He poured her a glass of sake, and then himself. Harry raised his cup, and nodded at her. "To being faithful to the unfaithful, to loving and being unloved in turn," and then drained his cup, not even noticing her eyes glisten with unshed tears even as they widened.

"Are you ok?"

Harry shook his head, bowing it so that his long bangs covered his eyes. "I'm sorry, I have been absolutely rude, my name is Harry Potter. May I ask your name?"

She smiled and put her finger under his chin, and lifted his face up so that she could look into his eyes. "Such beautiful eyes, filled with such searing pain, loss, anger, and heartache. I am Kazehana, and I can feel your pain as keenly as if it was my own."

Harry smiled a tiny bit. "I can feel your sorrow, just as deep as what I have felt in my own life. I can feel it here also, I just couldn't bear to drink alone tonight." Just like that his smile was gone, and the slight spark in his eyes was gone, leaving them dull and lifeless.

Without a second thought, he started from the beginning, spilling everything that he had never even told his former friends. The pain and suffering, both emotional and physical, at the hands of the Dursleys, to everything he had had to endure at the hands of everyone he had thought cared about him.

By the time he was done talking, several hours later, he came out of his stupor to find himself wrapped up in her arms, holding her and being held in turn. They both were crying, and as she noticed him stop talking, she leaned back and looked him in the eyes.

"Such strength, depth of love, such courage." She leaned in and kissed his forehead.

She then told him about herself and her over one hundred sisters, and about the Sekirei Plan. She told him about how so many of them just wanted to love and be loved, and how each of them had their own special abilities, which in turn led to him talking about magic and wizards, and how it all came together in his life.

They smiled and laughed, cried and raged, as they got up and walked out the door, still discussing everything in their lives. Finally as they neared an alley, Harry stopped her.

He turned to her and gave her an appraising look, and finally, blushing a deep crimson, he smiled at her. "Normally, I have never been this forward in my life, but would you like to stay the night at my place? I can't explain it, but I know that if I didn't ask, I would regret it for the rest of my days. I own a small place on the outskirts of town, and would love to spend some time getting to know you."

Leaning into him, she kissed him on the cheek. "Of course, I would love to. But before we leave, I have a question for you." She looked tenderly into his eyes, and blushed ever so slightly. Softly she spoke, "Will you be my Ashikabi?"

A/N: Behold the first attempt at writing here on . Please read and review, and let me know if you like what you read, and also who you think should be next. Keep in mind that in this AU, NONE of the Sekirei have been winged yet, and so there may be quite a few differences than in the Manga and the Anime, as well as the most blaringly obvious differences from the Potterverse.