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I bet you all were expecting Harry was Gray when you saw Fairy Tail last chapter. Heh...suckers. Also, come on guys, give me some suggestions here. I only know so many things that I can slot Harry into. Not that I'm running out, but still. And as for how this chapter could be possible whatsoever, I'm going to blame magic...with no further explanation, because it might hurt our heads otherwise. Sorry for the wait, but school papers and my novel take precedence. But as a reward, this chapter is longer compared to previous ones.

In which Dumbledore summons Sekirei Harry

Albus Dumbledore would never admit it, but today was a rather off day. It had been slightly over eleven years since Iris Potter had gone missing from the house of her relatives. Why, he had no idea, not that anybody had to know that. It simply wouldn't due for people to know that their savior was gone. But given how many people looked up to him for guidance, which wasn't surprising, considering he was around 110 and had taught or been headmaster for nearly every British wizard alive. All he to do was throw around some bullshit about how safe she was and people ate it right up.

Of course, he was lucky to still be as spry as he was. As it turns out, possessing all three hallows, of which getting it while destroying Tom's toy had been a real chore, even without being the master of them, was enough to significantly slow down the aging process. With them all nearby, he aged two months per decade, resulting in the reason he had yet to hit the muggle nursing home.

But now he needed his savior back, as Voldemort was starting to move again. He stood of to the side of a massive summoning circle, a stuffed black dog in the middle. Supposedly, this ritual would summon back the owner of whichever item was placed in the small circle in the middle. Just to make sure he had everything right, as the ritual destroyed the item, and he really didn't want to bother drawing the annoying intricate circle again, Minerva and Severus were with him.

Blinding chains of lightning latched onto the toy as the ritual activated. Slowly, but undoubtedly surely, a figure started materializing in the middle, starting feet first. The result certainly wasn't expected.

He had expected, like others, a female version of James with Lily's eyes that was downtrodden and wearing ill-fitting clothes and well, eleven, not...this. Black high-heels supporting ridiculously long legs. An oddly cut and skin tight dress that showed an improper amount of cleavage trailed upwards into a face that was neither James nor Lily. It clearly had some features of both, and something all on its own. Strangely enough, while James has brown eyes and Lily had green eyes, Iris seemed to have solid black eyes, with perhaps a hint of blue, with the whole eye being slightly slanted. Interesting. What could have caused this?

Albus flicked his eyes over to his colleagues before the last of Iris materialized. Minerva, given her stance, was clearly feeling self-conscience along with her growing mortification that anyone would dress like that, especially not innocent eleven-year old Iris Potter. Snape observed the figure with a gaping mouth. He was not expecting this! He had prepared his best sneer, worn his best bat-imitation robes and even prepared a speech, that he was sure Albus would stop, about how she looked just like her useless father and would turn out the same. Nothing had prepared him for an adult Iris Potter, who didn't actually look like James much at all, to be the very definition of...public obscenity.

While Snape's brain took a minute or two to reboot, Iris finished materializing inside the circle. Iris's eyes flicked around the room, quickly taking everything in. The three people wearing the outlandish bathrobes were something new to her. She tilted her head to the side slightly, "Where am I?"

"Where am I?"

All of Dumbledore's questions came to a screeching halt at that. Japanese. So she had grown up or at least lived in Japan for some time, which would explain why couldn't find her, the Japanese mages tended to be very isolationist. Dredging up his memories of Japanese, he turned to her.

"Hello Iris, it is good to see you are well."

Her face showed some confusion, strangely enough, "Iris? You must have mistaken me for someone else then."

Dumbledore sighed, of course she went by a different name. Though this indicated she had grown up there and had taken a new name, with no one knowing her original, "Sorry, I'm afraid not. Whatever is you name then my dear? And do you mind using English? I'm afraid my colleagues do not speak Japanese."

A subtle wink, "Alright. I'm Kazehana."

The old man with by far the worst robes spoke up, "Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The stern woman say an opportunity here, "Minerva McGonagall, assistant headmistress and transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts."

The greasy-haired man tried to look intimidating, but he really had nothing on Miya, "Severus Snape."

As Kazehana listened to the trio explain magic to her and the coming up problem with this nasty fellow called Voldemort, she made a decision. They wanted her to come to Hogwarts to learn magic, and she knew the underlying purpose. They thought that it was her destiny to defeat this Voldemort fellow.

Foolish, as even if somehow she had been a human once, she wasn't anymore, and thus the prophecy would either break or choose someone else. Seers could only bind those of their own race anyway, it was one of the checks on that extreme power to choose the fate of others.

Traveling around the world sounded nice. After all, Voldemort was their mess. If they couldn't tie up loose ends, then they got what they deserved. Her sisters weren't in danger, so why should she care about these people she barely knew? She stood up and walked, saying hello and good-bye to Magical Britain for the first and very possibly last time.