Ninja Wizard 01

Book One – 'Sorcerer's Stone'

By David

Author's Notes: Sometime ago I wrote a HP Fan fiction called "Ninja Wizard" that took me about four years to complete. In that time I learned a lot about fiction writing and what readers like and don't like. I know I made a lot of mistakes with it. I've read it again most recently and really tore it apart and was really hard on myself for what I had written. There were places in which I could have been a lot more effective with my words but I wasn't. My first real mistake was writing one big long thing. This time I am going to break it down by books, starting with "Sorcerer's Stone". Doing "Chamber of Secrets" in two chapters was mistake number two. There were lots of other mistakes done, and I won't get into them as it would take forever for me to list them all. So having said that, I am, as I said, rewriting "Ninja Wizard". If you wish to review the story, by all means please do so. I would really like to hear what you think. Please do not be abusive in your comments as I will forward the really nasty ones to the admins for review and possible banishment from FF. I am sure I speak for all the authors who post here that we do not appreciate those kinds of reviews.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all HP characters are the property of the great Miss Rowling who created the HP universe for all of us to enjoy. Any other characters that appear are mine and are original characters. () denote Japanese spoken.

Ninja Wizard 01

"The Beginning"

The black garbed figure rushed through the night, his journey taking him over rooftops and through the trees as he sought to reach his destination, his senses warning him of danger. He ignored the dogs that barked as they too, sensed the imminent danger coming. He kept going, getting closer to his destination and hoping to get there before anything happened to his friends. He pushed himself harder, to move faster, to be there first before the danger got their first. Time was critical, he had to be there first. Even as he crossed the last rooftop in front of the great oak tree on the edge of the property he was at, he knew he was too late. He passed through the oak tree, using the large branch hanging out over the road in front of the cottage that belonged to his friends the Potters, he could see two dark distinct shapes standing in the front yard and knew instantly who they were. Death Eaters. Enemies of the Wizarding World. He had tangled with them a few times before and they had proved to be dogs with no honor. He touched down silently, making not a sound. The two Death Eaters were standing guard to ensure that their dreaded master was not disturbed as the man (creature?) carried out his private mission to kill the Potters. The ninja raised his hands and slit the throats of the two Death Eaters standing guard in the front yard with thin razor sharp bladed held between the second and third fingers of each hand and flashed past them before they even had the chance to react, which they finally did, grabbing their own throats in an attempt to keep from losing their blood, and eventually, their lives. Just as their bodies began to fall, he was right there at the front door that was no longer in place, having been destroyed. He barely got a glimpse of James Potter's body lying on the floor before the house exploded. The shock wave threw him back out into the front yard. He curled up into a ball and allowed the shock wave to roll him out into the street past the gateposts. He came to his feet and looked at the now destroyed cottage in time to see the black spectral vapor he knew had to be the former Lord Voldemort leaving. He raced back into the house and managed to get up to the second floor where he knew the Potter nursery was, hoping against hope that the child was still alive. He paused at the doorway of what he knew had been ground zero of the explosion. His heart broke at the sight of a dead Lily Potter. She had been a lady he greatly respected and was proud to call her a friend along with James. He turned to the nearby crib and was shocked by the sight.

"Kuso," he breathed as he took in the sight.

Everything in the room had been turned black. Everything. Everything that he could see had been shredded by the power of the explosion. Two of the walls were gone, the room opened up to the frosty cold air. The room looked like it had been burned to a fine crisp. But what amazed him the most was the crib, and the little boy he knew to be Harry Potter within had not been touched. In fact, there was a circular ring around the crib, about two feet out from it. The carpet underneath the crib was still there, the light brown color still there. The crib did not have a black mark on it, nor a scratch or a chip of the paint taken from it. He was not a wizard so he could only hazard a guess as to how it happened. He did believe in magic having seen it done before him many times by the Potters and an old man back in the village he knew only as Kazuya. He stepped forward to look inside the crib and found Harry lying on his back, arms and legs spread out and blood on the boy's face. His eyes went wide and he felt fear grip his heart as he suspected the worst.

"Iiee (no)!" he gasped.

He reached in and extended two fingers in search of the main artery and found it. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief as he found Harry's pulse going strong. Harry was alive, thank the gods! He nodded to himself. Time was now of the essence. He had to get Harry out of there before more wizards arrived, good, or bad. He used the top sheet inside the crib to create a makeshift carrier and put Harry inside of it after wrapping the boy up in blankets. He tided the makeshift carrier with Harry in it to the front of his body. As he stepped back he saw a wand on the floor just barely underneath the crib. For some reason he couldn't explain, he felt compelled to retrieve it. He slid it into the sleeve of his ninja gi and then reached down to touch Lily's right cheek.

"I swore to you and James-san an oath, that I would look after your son should anything happen to the both of you. I had hoped that this would never happen, but it has. I owe James-san a lifetime debt because he saved my life that day. I now owe it to your son, and I shall pay it by keeping your son safe and I shall train him in the ways of the ninja as James-san wished. May the gods keep watch over you as you rest for all eternity," he whispered to her.

He turned and left the nursery and went down the stairs to where James lay. He found the wand that belonged to James and slid it inside the sleeve of his ninja gi next to Lily's wand. He knelt to touch James on his chest.

"Rest well, James-san. Your son is safe, and I shall pay to him the debt of honor that I owe to you and Clan Potter," he whispered.

He raised his head as something had alerted him. They were coming. It was time to go.

Hiroshi sat in the large oak tree and observed the two men that appeared just seconds after he left the house. One was the half giant he knew to be Hagrid from Hogwarts, loyal to none but the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He knew the other man to be one Sirius Black, close friend of James Potter. He could hear what they were saying they were being very loud. Hagrid was insisting he was to take Harry to safe refuge as Dumbledore had ordered him to and Black was telling him he was the one to. Hiroshi shook his head in astonishment over the actions of the two men as they should be rushing inside to find Harry. He suddenly realized just why James had asked him to take Harry a couple of months ago.

"You do not trust anyone," Hiroshi said as he sipped his tea.

Lily sat down next to him on the couch. "No, we don't. Dumbledore seems to have too much of an unhealthy interest in our son and in that prophecy of his."

"We made out a will in the event that something happens to us," James said, handing a scroll to Hiroshi. "I have the feeling that Dumbledore has sealed it away and will not follow it to the letter. Ragnock of the Goblin World has the original locked away in a box hidden inside our vault. He is the only one to enter it. The security on our vault has Harry's blood so it will recognize him and no one else unless he names someone as being worthy to enter. That should keep Dumbledore and others at bay."

"This Ragnock, can he be trusted?" Hiroshi asked.

Lily nodded. "He can. James and I have given him a memory of you so that he will recognize you in the event that you have to see him for any reason."

Hiroshi bowed his head. "I am honored to be called a trusted friend of the Clan Potter. I will see to it that Harry will be well cared for in the event that this…. thing happens."

Hiroshi turned to the scene before him as a popping sound was made. He saw only Hagrid was left and that Black was now gone. He watched Hagrid walk into what was left of the house and cry out as he found the Potters. Then he heard the man's frantic cries as he looked about the ruins of the second floor. He watched Hagrid race out of the house and to the black Harley. He knew where Hagrid was going. He stayed in his place until the bike was gone. It was time to return to Japan.

The Hidden Ninja Village of Izumi-Zan, Japan

Hiroshi found his daughter, the Lady Shizune, and her husband Kotake, watching their five year old son Ichiro tumbling about on the mats and having himself a great time. She looked up as her father stepped in.

(Is that Harry-san, the boy you spoke of Father?) she asked.

Hiroshi nodded. (He is. He is the last of the Clan Potter.)

Shizune reached for Harry and Hiroshi lifted the sleeping baby out of the makeshift carrier and into her arms. Ichiro stopped his tumbling about and came over to see.

(Who is that, Mother?) the youngster asked.

His father put his hand on the boy's shoulder. (He is to be a second son to your Mother and me, and you are to be his older brother, my son. His name is Tadeo.)

(That means you are to help us look out for him, and help us teach him the things he will need to know Grandson,) Hiroshi said as he nodded to the boy.

Ichiro thought for a moment and then nodded. (Then I will help my new brother, Grandfather.) Dattebayo!"

The older man chuckled. (I will believe it, my Grandson.)

There was a sound from the front door, a knocking sound. Ichiro went to greet the visitor that Hiroshi knew would be coming. Sure enough, the old man he knew as Kazuya walked in behind Ichiro. He bowed to all of them as Hiroshi greeted him. Then he turned to see Harry in Shizune's arms.

(There is great magic in this child,) he intoned.

Hiroshi nodded. (Yes. Harry is a magical being. On behalf of Clan Potter I ask you to teach him how to use his magical gift.)

(I shall, old friend. But first I must remove the bit of dark magic from the scar on the child's forehead. The Dark One has left a piece of him within the child and it must be removed if the child is to learn of his magic passed to him through his parents. Bring him to me in the morn and I shall perform the ritual that shall free him of this darkness within him. Then we shall talk about what is to become of him,) Kazuya said.

(The village Elders know he is here,) Hiroshi stated. (I will petition the council in the morning once the removal is done to be allowed to teach him the way of Ninja.)

Kazuya nodded. (Good. I have foreseen this. A magical child trained in the Ninja Arts combined with his magical skills will become a great ninja. I shall teach him of his magical gifts and of the Wizarding World.)

All four adults nodded to each other as Ichiro gazed at a sleeping Harry.

Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster's Office

Fawkes the Phoenix jumped from his perch as a heavy book smashed into his perch moments after Hagrid left the office of the man known to the Wizarding World as Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore went ballistic as the news that Hagrid had delivered to him. All of his carefully laid plans were now smashed to bits. Everything he had carefully planned and executed thus far had gone well up to now. With the disappearance of little Harry Potter his future plans were now in shambles. Dumbledore proceeded to trash his office from one end to the other, destroying everything in his path, including all of the magical devices he had connected to Harry Potter. His rage was so great he missed the signals from one device informing him that young Harry was very much alive and well. He also missed the signal from his office door that he had visitors.

"Great Merlin, Dumbledore!" a voice called out.

Dumbledore froze, realizing much too late he had witnesses to his towering rage. He turned to face the current Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagnold, and behind her was Professor Minerva McGonagall. He stumbled backwards, stepping on something and heard it crunch. It snapped him out of his rage and got his mind going. He brought his hands up to his face and stumbled in another direction, stepping on other things.

"Forgive me," he began, "I had hoped that nobody would ever see this, I am angry at myself because I failed to protect the Potters and was in the process of taking out my rage at myself. The Great Merlin forgive me, I failed!"

He turned and kicked a pile of books across the office and stumbled backwards into a chair and sitting down hard into it. McGonagall hurried over to Dumbledore.

"Albus! Please calm yourself! You are not to blame for what befell the Potters! If anyone is to blame, it is that… that thing that dares to call himself a lord!" McGonagall exclaimed as he placed her hands on the old man's shoulders.

Albus closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair and reached up to pat her right hand resting on his right shoulder with his left one and sighed.

"My dear Miss McGonagall, I appreciate your efforts to relieve me of the burden of my failure. You are a good friend as well as a trusted colleague. I, and Hogwarts, would not know what to do without your voice of reason. Thank you," Dumbledore managed a sad kind of smile.

"Dumbledore, I have put my absolute best people on this. Preliminary reports suggest that a very powerful and ancient magic was used at the Potter house. You have to see it to believe," Bagnold exclaimed.

Dumbledore nodded. "Then I shall go to see."

"There is more. Hagrid informed us of two Death Eater bodies in the front yard with their throats slit open. He told us he found the Potters inside the house and went up to the nursery where Harry Potter sleeps but did not find him. He did the remnants of what was… You-Know-Who's robes and wand. Whatever happened there killed him. There is a body, but it is so badly burned we can't be sure it was… him. I have my people going over every inch of the house to find anything that could possibly point us in the right direction in terms to what happened to Harry," Bagnold stated.

Dumbledore nodded. "Perhaps I should go out there."

"Please. It would make the Ministry look good knowing the great Albus Dumbledore responded to a request from my office to investigate," Bagnold said.

Dumbledore rose and patted Bagnold on the shoulder. "I will go and have a look round."

McGonagall and Bagnold sighed in relief as Dumbledore rose from his chair and headed to the door. He absent mindedly twirled his wand behind his back as he walked through Hogwarts to the front doors. Once he cleared the front doors he headed down to the main gate. Once he was sure he was out of sight he smiled broadly.

"Damn I'm good!" he exclaimed out loud. "I can't believe those two bought my act in there! Once I get little Harry Potter back in my control I can move forward with my plans. It shouldn't be too hard to find out where he's gone. Black played beautifully into my plans by going off the rails after Pettigrew. All I have to do is keep him locked up in there for the rest of his natural life."

Dumbledore laughed as he passed through the gates and outside of the wards. He apparated to what was left of the Potter house. Putting on a very somber face, he entered the property and noted the Auror Teams at work. One of them, a female, noticed Dumbledore at the doorway of the ruined house and nearly tripped over burned wood to reach him. Dumbledore smiled, as he knew who she was, a witch who could change her looks and take on anybody's features anytime she needed to.

"Ah, Auror Tonks," Dumbledore greeted her.

"Professor Dumbledore sir!" she exclaimed when she recognized him. "I'm afraid there isn't much left."

Dumbledore sighed. "I was hoping for some small clue to point us in the right direction."

"Well, you need to see this sir," Tonks said and led him up to the nursery, or what was left of it.

Dumbledore reacted in surprise at what he saw. The crib untouched, the ring around the crib, and the blackened room. He pulled his wand and began his own investigation as Tonks watched. After some time Dumbledore withdrew and sighed rather dramatically.

"Alas, I am unable to detect anything myself," he said, turning to see Tonks and two other Aurors in the room.

"Then Harry Potter is lost to us, sir?" one of them said.

Dumbledore shook his head sorrowfully. "It appears so. Little Harry Potter is gone."

"What about…?" the question was asked.

Dumbledore turned to where the remnants of Voldemort had been. His spells detected nothing and he shook his head.

"Then he's gone sir?" Tonks asked.

"It appears so," Dumbledore said at last.

He was not fully convinced. Not having a body to look at Dumbledore couldn't be certain that Voldemort was truly gone.

"The remains are at the Ministry, Sir, if you wish to go and examine what was bagged and tagged," the older man behind Tonks said.

Dumbledore considered doing just that and then decided not to. "Let's let them to the investigating and inform us of their findings. I shall return to Hogwarts."

Back in his now repaired and cleaned up office, he sat behind his desk and allowed his thoughts to wander. How was he to make his once grand plans come to fruition without his pawns? He would have to think of something else now. All of the hard work he had gone to had now come undone with the loss of little Harry Potter.

"He would have been the Boy-Who-Lived," Dumbledore said out loud. "I could have ruled the Wizarding World through him. If only he had lived, if only he could have been found! Damn the fates!"

If Dumbledore had been paying attention, he would have seen the smile on Fawkes' face, seen the shadow of the house elf leaving his office, and the paintings of the former headmasters and headmistresses nodding to themselves. Those who attempt to bend the fates to their will quite often get burned. Badly.

Hidden Ninja Village of Izumi-Zan, Japan

After a secret meeting with the village elders, it was decided to keep Harry's true identity a secret. Since Hiroshi had given Harry his Japanese name Tadeo, there was no need to give him a Japanese name. Kazuya then did battle with the dark spirit within the lightening bolt and managed to defeat it. The Lady Otsa, the village potions mistress, then provided potions to heal both of them from the ritual done. Tadeo recovered well but the scar remained as a testimony of what he had been through. Tadeo then spent the next four years growing and developing into a little boy, as he should. Lady Shizune took her role as Tadeo's mother seriously, teaching him how to speak, read, and write the Japanese language. She taught him his numbers, and all of the things a little boy needs to learn. What amazed her was the way that Tadeo learned everything so quickly, and began to wonder if Tadeo was a budding prodigy. She eventually shared her concerns with her husband, Kotake.

(Very possible, Shizune. The way he sits and watches and listens as we converse, the way he explores everything that interests him, and the way he reads the books in Ichiro's bookshelf suggests he might be. I will talk to your father and seek his counsel,) Kotake said as he scratched his chin.

Hiroshi had noticed, and other people noticed as well. There was some debate about a five year old starting school so soon but one of the elders proposed testing Tadeo to see just how smart he really was. The results astounded everybody. Tadeo had scored fairly well on the tests they gave him. It was decided he would start school right away. He joined the other younger boys in the first grade the first day of September. Since there were only ten kids his age in the classroom, Tadeo was able to get the attention he needed to succeed at his studies, and succeed he did. Tadeo didn't spend all of his time learning. He would be out and about the village with Ichiro, Hiroshi, or Kotake, exploring it, as he was curious about everything he saw. Ichiro was the perfect brother, always looking out for him in school and teaching him the things that an older brother should, from learning how to whistle out loud, to swimming in the pond by the north side of the village, to being a prankster. At first they would be simple pranks worthy of a little boy, and as he developed his pranking skills they would get better and better. Tadeo was for all intents and purposes, a very happy boy.

Things changed late one August when he was six years old. Hiroshi caught Tadeo hiding behind a bush peeking out at a class of ten year olds learning ninjitsu. Hiroshi observed him for a time and noticed that Tadeo had copied their movements perfectly. He wondered if Tadeo could possibly be ready to learn the way of ninja so soon. He left Tadeo alone and went to consult with the elders and was surprised to discover that they had seen him there as well. After a lengthy discussion, it was decided to call Tadeo forward and talk to him first, and then test him on what he had learned.

(Grandfather,) Tadeo bowed before sitting down on the floor before the assembled men. (Have I done anything wrong?)

Hiroshi shook his head no. (You have not, Tadeo. Your scores in school are very good. We are pleased with you. We called you here because we have seen you at the ninja school learning what they are doing.)

(Am I in trouble for that?) he asked.

(No, you are not. We wish to know why you have learned what you have,) Hiroshi asked Tadeo.

(Because I want to learn,) Tadeo replied. (Big brother Ichiro makes it look so easy when I watch him practice at home.)

The elders nodded and Hiroshi turned back to Tadeo. (Please show us what you have learned. I will tell you what to do and you will do it. Then we shall see how you can defend yourself from another.)

Tadeo bowed. (Yes sir.)

Tadeo stood up and followed every direction the best he could. Then he was matched up with another boy and they sparred for a few minutes. Tadeo did the best he could against the older boy and did very well. Then they asked him why he wanted to be ninja.

(Because I want to help people who aren't able to help themselves,) Tadeo answered the question.

(Even if it means taking a life?) one of the elders asked.

(Yes. If taking that one life saves other lives, yes,) Tadeo replied.

They nodded to each other and then Tadeo was dismissed. For the next three days Tadeo was anxious to find out if they would allow him to be ninja. Then late one afternoon Hiroshi led Tadeo to the family dojo behind the house and inside. Tadeo was excited, as he had not been allowed in there up to now. He sat in front of his father, his brother, and his grandfather. The old man Kazuya joined them a few minutes later.

(Tadeo, it was decided to allow you to learn the way of ninja. Not only will you learn the way of ninja, you will be taught how to use your magical gifts,) Hiroshi told him as Tadeo reacted to the news.

(Magical gifts?) Tadeo reacted to that.

Kazuya nodded. (You are a wizard, Tadeo.)

Tadeo blinked at that. (How can I be a wizard?)

Hiroshi then told Tadeo the story of how he came here and why he looked different from all of them. Tadeo listened to what they said and thought about what he had been told.

(So my real name is Harry Potter,) he eventually said. (My parents were wizards, and a bad wizard killed them and tried to kill me when I was a baby. That would explain a lot of things.)

The room fell silent for a time as Tadeo thought some more about what he had just learned. He eventually looked up at them.

(Please teach me,) he asked them.

Kazuya nodded first. (I am a wizard, so I shall teach you how to use your magical gifts.)

Ichiro was next. (I will teach you what I can, little brother. You can and will be the best ninja ever! Believe it!)

Hiroshi and Kotake both laughed at Ichiro's enthusiasm.

(Your Grandfather and I shall teach you as well. You will continue to go to the village school. We need a bit of time to plan things so you are not overwhelmed all at once, my son. For now your older brother Ichiro can start to teach you things,) Kotake said as Tadeo beamed.

Tadeo's world changed that day.

Ichiro began teaching Tadeo that afternoon. He started with the basics and went from there. Once they knew what Tadeo knew, they were able to plan his training and start building on what he knew. They wisely spaced it out over the week so that Tadeo would have time to practice what he learned, and most importantly, have the time to play with the other boys his age. Tadeo liked soccer and was constantly playing soccer with the other boys his age. Running round the soccer field developed the endurance he would need as a ninja. Shizune decided she would teach him other things to round him out. What surprised people was his desire to learn a musical instrument and picked the guitar once he heard a distant relative of the Yamada Clan that had passed through the village play one. The young man had impressed Tadeo greatly so he asked for a guitar. One of the other younger men in the village started teaching Tadeo how to play as he had a guitar too, but rarely played it. Tadeo proved to people that he was more than capable of learning anything he was taught, proving once more that he was a prodigy. Tadeo settled into his new life well, and for the next few years did well despite hitting a few speed bumps in his life's journey as is expected of a young boy. He grew up the way a young boy should, learning his lessons, playing with his friends, exploring his world, and enjoying his life.

Just after Tadeo turned ten, he made a startling discovery about himself. It happened one night in the bath as he was getting cleaned up from a hard day of training. He had taken his penis in hand and was washing it in the way his older brother had taught him when it slowly got hard and began to feel good as he stroked it. That wasn't the first time he had gotten an erection, and he had gone to Ichiro about it, afraid that there was something wrong with him. Ichiro had reassured him there wasn't, and then taught him about the changed and maturing that would happen to him soon. Tadeo liked the good feeling and continued to stroke himself. Before he knew it, the feeling got too much and overpowered him, making his body shudder. He sank down onto the floor having slipped off his low stool. He was breathing hard and the good feeling he had experienced slowly faded away. He had felt something move within his penis but nothing had come out. He looked up when Ichiro stepped into the bath. Ichiro had grown up himself, having become a teenager. Tadeo could see what kind of changed would happen to him in Ichiro and knew he had nothing to fear from them.

(Are you okay little brother?) Ichiro asked him, seeing Tadeo's flushed face.

(Something just happened to me, big brother!) Tadeo exclaimed.

He then told Ichiro all about it and the older boy smiled.

(Ah, so you have discovered the pleasure,) Ichiro smiled at him. (Nothing to be afraid of, little brother.)

Ichiro then told Tadeo all about the joy of masturbation, the different ways of doing it, and that it was a private thing to do in one's bedroom. Tadeo was relieved that he hadn't broken anything and Ichiro smiled at that. A few nights later Tadeo found a small book on his futon. It was a book about sex, growing up, and maturing. Tadeo read it and was even more relieved that it was all very normal. And so life moved on.

By the time Tadeo was about to turn eleven, he had changed quite a bit. He had grown up to about four and a half feet tall and weighed roughly eighty pounds. He had a deep tan from being out in the sun all of the time wearing just the fundoshi or shorts. His black hair was down to just about the middle of his back tied in a ponytail. He had developed muscle from the weight training he did, having started just before he turned ten. Tadeo had been in training for nearly five years and had excelled in everything he had been taught. Tadeo was a natural, people said. The older ninja in the village had done their best to teach the young people and they had done well but Tadeo had been by far the better student and he constantly proved it in every training mission and in every training class. What made Tadeo well liked was the fact that he never acted superior over anybody or tried to be something he was not, or bragged that he was the greatest ninja ever. When asked about that Tadeo had simply told people that he saw no need for that.

(I might be called out on my bragging if I did that and failed to back it up with action. No, I much rather spend my time learning what I can,) he had said.

Even then he went further and tried to help the slower students, and they appreciated that and the instructor encouraged him to do that. There was talk that was going round that Tadeo could be ready to take the Kokura Ninja Trials that summer. Tadeo had heard the talk and was pleased. He continued to work very hard in his training, ninja, magical, and otherwise. His magical training had gone very well. Kazuya had proved himself a great teacher and a great wizard. Tadeo had gotten a bit of Magical history first and that gave him an idea of what the wizarding world was like. He learned about the different wizarding worlds in the various countries around the world. He was shown his parent's wands that Hiroshi had retrieved from the house that night and he had gotten a bit emotional as he went to pick them up. The moment he had both in his hands, James' in his left, Lily's in his right, something most extraordinary happened. Both wands began to glow as they connected with Tadeo's magical core. The light got brighter and brighter as the magic within him flowed. A wind picked up and increased to hurricane levels, picking Tadeo up off the floor and levitating him a few feet above the floor. Soon the light got so bright nobody was able to see inside it. A few minutes later the light began to dissipate and the wind slowly died down, depositing Tadeo back down on the floor on his feet. Once the light cleared away, people were able to see Tadeo once more. The only change was that his parent's wands had become one, the dark wood of his father's wand becoming a part of his mother's light wood wand, creating a very powerful wand. Kazuya knew without a doubt that Tadeo would become a very powerful wizard. The first lesson he taught Tadeo was that with great power comes great responsibility, something he knew that Tadeo would learn in time. From there Tadeo learned the spells that he needed to know to defend himself from dark wizards and witches. Kazuya knew he would learn even more once he entered the wizarding world and went to Hogwarts, as he surmised that the Potters had his name down to go there as Harry Potter. Tadeo took to the magical training and worked hard to learn the defense spells and other spells. And then one evening he was called before the Elders.

(You are now ready to undergo the Kokura Ninja Trials. Your teachers all are in agreement that you have learned your lessons well. Now is the time to see if you have or not,) the old man Hamura said.

Tadeo bowed deep. (Thank you sir.)

Tadeo left the village early the next morning joining the small group of older more experienced ninja to the testing grounds. Tadeo would spend a week there undergoing the trials and from what he had learned of them they would be harsh and unforgiving trials, designed to test him in every way possible. H could not fail one of them, he had to pass all or fail. In that week Tadeo was tested to his limits and beyond. He faced the scenarios that were presented to him. In the end of the week the Jonin examiner informed him that he passed every test and gained Genin. Tadeo was pleased that he had passed. Now he had to face the Elders once more and find out if he was accepted into the Kokura Ninja Clan, and if he was, he was to be marked. He was called before the Elders the night of his eleventh birthday and formally invited to join the Kokura Ninja. Tadeo accepted and was escorted into the next room to be marked. It took nearly all night to give him the dragon tattoo that was to reside on his right arm and shoulder. It was truly the most colorful one he had ever seen. In the left claw of the dragon was a small medallion inscribed with the Kokura Ninja Clan insignia. To anyone looking at it they wouldn't know what it was. To those in the know, it would inform them that he was one of the Kokura Ninja Clan. Tadeo was proud of it as he emerged from the room after the long night of receiving it. There was a celebration in his honor and he was presented with his ninja-to from the head of the clan. Tadeo spent the next few days getting familiar with it.

It happened one evening as he sat on the side porch just outside his bedroom. An owl landed on a tree branch close to him and hooted. Tadeo glanced over at it wondering what was going on. He saw what looked like a letter attached to the leg.

(Take it from the owl, grandson,) Hiroshi said.

Tadeo turned to look at Hiroshi. The old man nodded and Tadeo knew that this was something Kazuya had told him would happen. He took the thick envelope from the owl and brought it inside his bedroom. Tadeo looked at the front of the envelope first, noting that it had his true name on it with his Japanese name in parenthesis. He opened it and read it carefully. It was a letter from Hogwarts informing him that he had been accepted to the school and that he was to go to a place called Diagon Alley to get his required school things. He looked over the list that was included. He stood up and went into the main room where he knew people were waiting. The silence was heavy as the letter was passed around. The head of the clan Homura handed the letter back to Tadeo.

(Are you aware of the prophecy made about you by the seer Trelawney? Are you aware of who you truly are, and where you came from?) he asked Tadeo.

Tadeo nodded. (I know I am Harry Potter. I know where I have come from. I know of the prophecy spoken about me. My grandfather has told me of my past and how I got here. I know of the life debt he owes my father James Potter.)

(Are you prepared to accept your destiny that is to face this Dark Lord and kill him?) Homura asked.

Tadeo nodded. (I am prepared, my lord.)

(Then you are to pack and be prepared to depart in the morning. Kazuya shall escort you to the wizarding world here in Japan and from there you will begin your journey,) Homura said.

Tadeo bowed. (I will. I shall return here every chance I get. All of you are the family I should have had through the Potters.)

Homura smiled. (Then so shall it be.)

Harry Potter/Tadeo Yamada stood on the balcony outside his room at the Leaky Cauldron overlooking Diagon Alley and watched people moving up and down the street, going into the various shops, and talking to other people. His trip here from Japan had been fairly easy once Kazuya presented him to the goblins of Gringotts Bank Japan. Once his true identity had been established Harry had been sent to Gringotts England. Once his identity had been established there Harry was able to visit his trust vault and take money from it to do his shopping for Hogwarts. Harry took a turn round the alley before going into any of the shops just to see what there was to see. Once he had seen the alley he planned his shopping carefully. The first place he went into was a trunk store and got a four level security trunk. If he opened the lid the inside would look like a normal trunk. Anything he put in there would go to the appropriate places, books to the library, clothes to the closet, and so on. He would arrange everything later. As he went round the alley getting what he would need, he noticed that people were starting to stare at him and at first it annoyed him. Eventually he caught on as to why. Harry Potter has not been seen since that night, and all of a sudden here he was, walking round Diagon Alley in broad daylight. He wondered how long it would take for someone to approach him. Harry was sure he didn't have long to wait. Harry had gotten back to his room and had changed into a pair of his old comfortable jeans and hadn't put a shirt on just yet as the warm afternoon sun felt good on his skin. He had put his new trunk in the corner of his room intending to go inside it to check it out and start organizing things. Harry drew up a chair from inside the room and sat there for a time watching people going round Diagon Alley. He sat there until it started to get dark. He stood up and went back into the room closing the doors to the balcony. He reached for his pack and pulled out a black t shirt to match his faded black jeans and then put on a long sleeved dark blue shirt. Harry left the room after making sure his pack was inside the trunk and it was secure. He went down to the dining room and got a booth. The waiter came over and Harry placed his order. He watched the people coming and going as he sat there having dinner. Since he had nearly three weeks of free time he decided to go walkabout in London to see what he could before going to Hogwarts. He had learned of England from his teachers in Japan back home so now he was eager to see it up close. Harry finished his dinner and paid for it. He headed up to his room for the night and went to bed after setting up a security ward around his doors and windows. Sometimes you just never know what could happen and it was best to be careful.

Next Episode: Harry goes to Hogwarts.