A/N: So…you know how I wrote the first chapter right after the prologue…? Yeah. This is my third chapter of the day. I am officially so screwed with this plot bunny.

Also, before we move on, some stuff:

A few of you guys have asked me about pairings, romance, etc. Well…to be honest, I don't really know what's going to be happening with that. For the moment it's going to be gen, with implied stuff like past!Lily/Fon, or James/OMC. It's not going to be explicit, and it's most likely going to be glossed over until 'Harry's' older. But…yeah. Just as a warning, for the moment there will be minor implied yaoi, but it will be mostly gen aside from the occasional implication of romance. Does that make sense? I bad at explaining stuff sometimes… :(

No worries though, if it goes beyond that I'll warn you guys several chapters in advance.

Another thing is that you guys have asked me about whether this is from a prompt. And, no, it isn't, actually; this was a plunny I'd had knocking around inside my brain that didn't really come together until I realized that I wanted to read a fic where Harry wasn't the BWL, but had Dumbles and Voldy both trying to coerce him, and him saying 'Screw you'. It may go that way, it may not, but that's what got the ball rolling, so…yeah. If this fic shares similarities with others, then it's either entirely coincidental, accidental, or just a situation of 'Great minds think alike'. At least, on my part. I can't speak for any other authors. :)

Next is when the KHR 'verse is coming into the story. Uh…to be honest? Not for a while. Sorry, dears.

And finally, with a couple of you, there was a misunderstanding, I think. A couple people asked 'since harry doesn't have his magic what's going to happen?'

…and that's where the misunderstanding took place, I think. Harry does have Magic; he's magical, not a squib. He also has Storm and Cloud Flames. What he doesn't have, however, is the Potter Family Magics. It's the reason why he's not the Main Heir-in order for the Lordship of the Potter Line to be passed down, the child has to have inherited the Family Magics in full; a blood adoption (which is risky at the best of times [at least here]) just won't cut it, as Family Magics tend to be finicky. That's why James and Lily had Clarence-there needed to be a full Heir to the Potter Line. Of course, that's not to say that they don't love him; it's just that…well…in order for the marriage contract they arranged, Lily needed to bear at least one child of James's. They didn't plan it, it just…happened. I'm probably explaining this really badly. Sorry… :(

But, yeah. Harry does have his magic, just not the Potter Family Magics. Does that make sense?

Anyway. I hope that clears stuff up.

See y'all on the other side~

Chapter 2

A Gust that Creates Movement

Apparently, allowing Clarence to play with the other children during his birthday had been a mistake on Yāyún's part. He had made friends with a redhead called Ron Weasley; Yāyún didn't particularly dislike him, but at the same time…the redhead was tactless, and from Yāyún's perspective, a selfish child who clung onto Clarence like a leech.

And he kept calling Yāyún 'Harry'.

It infuriated him.

His name was Yāyún, and he was proud of it—and he had told the redhead to call him that. That he refused to call him by his name…

"Yā? You okay?" Clarence asked, looking at him cautiously. Yāyún blinked at him for a moment, before twitching as the annoying, tactless leech made himself known.

"Why're you calling him that, 'Rence? Isn't his name Harry?" the leech asked. Clarence turned to the leech, and Yāyún took the opportunity to slink away before he gave in to the strange, hot, tense feeling in his belly. He didn't want that leech anywhere near his family, let alone Clarence, and he wanted to hurt and hit and bite and claw and scratch and

He shuddered as he hunkered down in his bedroom, lying on his bed. Hopefully Clarence would see the light and tire of the leech soon.

/

It seemed Clarence wasn't as smart as Yāyún had thought; even several months later, he was still allowing the leech to cling to him.

Even worse, it was Christmas, and Yāyún couldn't escape from the situation to cool down and avoid giving in to the hot, tense feeling in his belly that made him want to hurt and hit—no, better not to let his thoughts go down that road.

Still…why couldn't Clarence see that the leech was using him?

It made him angry. So very angry.

/

It came to a boiling point on his eighth birthday. Clarence had asked for the leech to come over and celebrate his birthday with them. His birthday.

And then, even though he had said no, the leech had been allowed over anyway. His Mum and Da had been in the kitchen, preparing to bring out the cake, and he had been reading one of the books he had gotten when he'd opened his presents when the book was ripped from his hands.

"I don't see why 'Rence thinks you're so incredible." It was the leech. "I mean, you're just a bookworm—you can't compare to him; he beat You-Know-Who!"

Something in Yāyún snapped. He lunged forward, tackling the younger boy to the floor. His nails dug in as the leech cried out; he struck the boy, snarling. "You. Leech. Stay. Away. From. My. Family!" with each word, he struck the leech, his vision seemingly clouded by red.

Abruptly, he was wrenched away from the leech, hauled away bodily and restrained as he struggled to get at the leech.

"HADRIAN!"

A sharp slap to his face garnered his attention. His wild green eyes focused on his Da's face.

"What on earth were you doing, young man?!"

He bared his teeth in a silent snarl.

"Your room! NOW!"

Banished, he was taken upstairs and firmly shut in his room.

"You'll stay here until you can tell me just what you were doing."

And the door shut.

/

It was later that night, after Yāyún had managed to calm down, that a knock sounded from the door. He glowered at the door.

"I'm coming in," his Mum's voice sounded through the solid wood before the door clicked open. She shut the door gently behind her before settling on the bed and watching him as he stared at her coldly.

"So, what was all of that about?" her voice was sharp, hinting at a temper hidden just behind a façade of gentleness.

"All of what?" he demanded just as sharply, temper rising.

"You know what." Her voice turned icy, and his face tensed. "Tell me, Yāyún."

He growled, that tense, hot feeling snapping through his veins. "He's a leech! He's just taking and taking and taking from my family, my brother, and he's horrible, and annoying, and—and—!"

He hit the wall, furious.

He didn't see it, but his Mum's face had a look of realization upon it. She stood and wrapped him in a hug. He tensed, still so angry.

"Little Cloud, you realize that people aren't possessions, right?" her question made him pause. "We—your sisters, your brother, your father, and I—don't belong to you, dear. We're people; we are owned by no one but ourselves. You can't own a person, Little Cloud. You know that, right?"

He didn't get it.

After a moment, she sighed and released him. "No dinner tonight."

And with that, she left.

/

A few days later, his Mum dressed him in muggle clothing and took him into London, to a small place that had weird squiggly lines above the door. He didn't really know why they were there, only that there were people fighting in the back, and going through weird poses with oddly shaped weapons.

His Mum spoke to a large man in an odd white outfit before signing something. She grabbed his hand they left.

"What did you think?" she asked him, and he shrugged. He was still grounded for his stunt with the leech.

The next Monday, he became a student at that dojo, learning Karate and Okinawan kobudou.

Lily Potter would eventually realize her mistake in giving him training in martial arts and with weapons, but by then, it was too late.

He had found a place where he could excel.

/

(With forward movement comes change and with change can come fear…but do not fear change; change is the way of the world.)

/

/End.\

So…yeah. Harry has a few anger issues. Also, despite how Harry views Ron, this is NOT Ron-Bashing. Instead, it's simply Harry and Ron rubbing each other the wrong way—they just don't like each other. Not only that, but Ron is still only seven-eight (he turns eight not long before Harry's b-day) and I don't know about anyone else, but I was a bit of a dense brat at that age. And he hero-worships and is jealous of Clarence by turns. It evens out as he gets older, but for now he's a little brat who rubs Harry the wrong way. And that's…a bad thing. For Ron, at least. Because Harry isn't quite sure how to deal with him.

…and that leads to violence. Who decided having Fon (who is a HIBARI, of all things!) and Lily having a child was a good thing? Oh, right. Me. *laughs evilly* The wizarding world has a whole ton of reckoning coming, I tell ya.

Also, in this, Fon is Kyouya's Uncle. Related to him via being his (Kyouya's) mother's brother.

…does anyone else feel like cackling with Harry now learning how to fight properly? 'Cause I do. *cackles*

And before I sign off, just to let y'all know, these daily updates aren't going to last more than maybe a day or two more-I'm getting busy again soon, so…yeah. Enjoy 'em while you can~

Ja ne, Minna-san!

~Happy Camper27