Author's note: Well, thanks for reading this story. As always, please read and review. Here's some info on the names so far:
Hari Nanashi- Quite literally, Harry No-name. (I think, correct me if I'm wrong)
Hagakure- Also know as The Way of the Samari, a popular book in Japan, of Bushido, written by a eigthteenth century retainer (samari)
All the names were taken out of the book, and if you read it, you might find their stories relevent to the plot, maybe not.
Okay then, enjoy the chapter-
Hari Nanashi had walked from the small village to the city of Edo. It was mournful, for he knew he would never see that village again. He fought back the feelings of returning, and thought of the good times he had at the village. But he put the village behind him, and thought of the future.
He knew he'd had been born in England. His adoptive family never hid the fact, they just never knew what his exact circumstances were. They never knew what to call him, either, so he got the title Hari Nanashi. His sensi had taught him English, and could talk proficently in either English or Japanese at will, albeit with a slight accent. When he was eight, his sensi had also shown him pictures from his travels through the world. The one he pointed out to Hari was of his young sensi, in England. Beside him was another man.
The other man was oddly dressed, in a robe that had a pattern of flowers on him. He also had half moon spetacles. The oddly dressed man seemed a bit younger then his sensi at the time, but were also obvisouly friends. The bottom of the picture read: Albus Dumbledore, collegue, Europe, 1921. The directions his sensi gave Hari told him to seek out Dumbledore in England. His pack also had a bag from his sensi, and in it was a small bronze key and a picture Hari had never seen before.
What surpised Hari the most about the picture was not that it moved; although that did surpise him somewhat, but that the people in the picture had looked almost identical to Hari. There was a red-headed woman, who was quite beautiful, with eyes as green as Hari's oddly coloured orbs. The man in the picture looked almost identical to Hari, and then Hari realized who these people were.
"My... birth parents..." Hari had never seen them before, and knew they were now dead. His vendetta now was toa venge their deaths. Hari had stared at the picture a bit longer, and then read the caption on the back. It read "James, Lily, and Harry Potter. 1981" Hari counted the names in the caption, and then again in the picture. There was something the woman seemed to be cuddling, but it was covered in blankets.
He concerated for a second, and the picture flashed in a fire ball, and quickly turned to ash, which spread to the winds. Then Hari kept walking to Edo.
Hari had never been to the city, and was quickly surpised at it's bussel. No one had bothered the Hari to his journey down to the airport. His sensi had taught him what to do in the city, if he had ever needed to go. He arrived at the airport, and quickly made his way to the sets of lockers. He had set-ups in many places, in case of an emergency, and told Hari how to access them if need be.
There was a number assigined to each locker, and Hari had to do was to find the right one. Without too much confusion, he did. There was an old style combination lock, and Hari fuddled with the combination number until it popped. He unhooked the lock, and opened the small foot locker. Inside, there was a small bundle of cash. Not much, but enough to get away. Hari took half.
Hari had got back into the main section of the terminal. He looked at a huge board that read the flight times, and waited until he saw one that got to London. He found the corresponding terminal enterance and found a teller that would help him.
"Madam, I must aquire on the price of a ticket to England."
"I am sorry, but to but a ticket, we would need an adult. You will need your parents to buy them for you." She waved for the next customer, but Hari spoke up before she did.
"I have the money," she was about to tell Hari off, but had thought of something," I can't have my parents here because we got seperated. I... boarded the wrong aeroplane, and now I am a foreign country. I am willingly to pay more then the price if I can get home. I'm sure you don't want people to hear of how you denied a foreigner transport back home." As he went on, the woman behind the desk simply starred, and realized slowly what would happen to her job if news of that leaked. She quickly took a coarse of action.
"Well, if you have the money..." She seemd doubtful until Hari had pulled out the paper money. He counted up the paper was sizabley think, and placed it on the counter casually. She quickly took the paper, and rushed him the papers he needed to board the plane. "Enjoy your flight." She was beaming at the transaction.
Hari was supised at the ease he was able to buy his ticket. Not a question had been asked of his name. Nor did any questions arise when he by-passed security. All in all, minus the money, he found the means to get on the plane. The plane was ready to board just as Hari arrived. He gave the ticket to the attentdent and walked on. He found his seat quickly, and that the plane was mostly empty minus a few business man scattered around the section. And so Hari fell asleep.
He was awoken with a start. The attendent jumped back, not ready for him to react as so. H eapoligized, and told Hari, "The plane is approaching London, please buckle up." He followed the instructions, and looked out the window he was sitting next to. It was late night, maybe early morning. The city was bright, but there was also darkness creeping at every building without a light. The fog as well covered the city as the plane landed.
He disembarked, and walked out of the airport without any glances sent his way. The crowds of people didn't notice the boy get some luggage. As he approached the exit, a giant of a man held a sign, obvisouly looking for somebody. The sign slopply read: Harry Potter.
As he approached the giant figure, the giant missed the approach the boy made. He jumped when he heard Hari's voice.
"I believe I am this Harry Potter, sir." The giant seemed lsot for a second, and then checked the boy over.
"Is that you?" The giant seemed to be in disbelief. "Oi, you do look like James... It is you! There's that scar on your forehead. Welcome home, Harry."
"Potter, Harry Potter."
"Hurm, what was that?" the giant had not heard the commet clearly.
"Nothing, I was... thinking to myself. Do you know Albus Dumbledore?" Harry was getting used to his new name.
"Know him? I work for the man, great man, too, that Dumbledore. Only one You-Know-Who was afraid of." he beamed throughout his answer.
"No, I do not know who. " Harry was puzzled.
"Well... I don't know how to tell you, but we're worry about that later. Right now, I need to get you to Diagon Alley. By the name, the name's Hagrid, so you know." he avoided the question.
"I see no reason to wait. Let's go, Hagrid. If you will show the way." Harry had let the giant led the way. He talked for most of the short trip. They entered a small pub, and Hagrid talked to the bartender for a moment. He then led Harry into the back.
"Hagrid, I do not see any alley, where is it?" Harry stated without it really being a question.
"Well Harry, it's hidden, it's..." He countedthe bricks on the back wall and tapped a paticular brick three times. "right... here we go. Stand back, Harry. It's hidden so no muggles stumble upon it Muggles, you won't know what that means, um... it's slang for non-magical people, simply."
"I understand." And Harry did, but he was precoupied watching a small mousehole hole grow into a impresive entry way to a darkened street.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley, Harry."
Author's Note: Well, that was long by my standards. I know I'm wrong in a couple of places, but if you find any problems with the information or spelling, tell me... but I will proabley ignore it. Really, I will. I won't rewrite any chapters, but I'll fix such information in future chapters. Maybe. But I'll thank you. Hoped you enjoyed it.