Hiya. Another Author Note upfront. So you know what that means . . .. Remember this story is rated M for a reason. There is a minor lime and a lemon in this chapter. Read at your own risk. If you are reading this I am assuming you are old enough to do so.

Chapter Ten: Back to London

Sunday, 13th of August 2006 – Tokyo Metropolis, City of Minato, Moto-Azabu District, Tokyo, Japan

Harry woke to the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Alarmed, he leapt out of bed and ran down the hall to the dojo. Takashi and Mitsukuni were sparring, his mate was losing . . . badly. The shorter Alpha pummeled Takashi and tossed him over his shoulder before throwing him across the room. Takashi's body hit the wall with a thud. Crying out, Harry raced to Takashi and helped him to his feet. Takashi smiled to reassure Harry he was okay, but Harry didn't buy it. He could feel Takashi's pain through their bond. Annoyed, he stepped in front of his Alpha and snarled at Mitsukuni.

"Mitsukuni," Harry said with forced pleasantry. "It is important to me that my otto remain in one piece."

Mitsukuni straightened from his crouch and turned towards Harry. Harry's heart stopped. His heart hammered and it took everything in him not to turn tail and run away. He forcibly reminded himself he had faced Riddle and won and had nothing to be scared of, but Mitsukuni . . . the dark, angry aura surrounding the tiny Alpha terrified him. And now Harry knew what he had only suspected before: the tiny Alpha's cheerful and bubbling personality was a complete and utter smokescreen to mask this. Just when Harry braced himself for an attack, Mitsukuni blinked, his eyes, which had went a solid black cleared, and his countenance returned to normal.

"Okay Harry," Mitsukuni said cheerfully. "I won't hurt him too bad."

Takashi squeezed his hand in reassurance.

Harry took several clarifying breathes. He was going to let it go for now but he and Takashi were definitely going to have a serious chin wag (chat) about this latter.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

"Hmm, I can't say," Mitsukuni smirked as he gazed roamed down Harry's body. "I don't think anything can top seeing you in those tiny briefs."

Harry flushed as he looked down and saw to his horror that in his panic he rushed out the bedroom without dressing. Bowing, he ran out the room only to hear Takashi growl at his cousin and Mitsukuni's cheery laughter in response.

For breakfast, Harry made steamed rice bowls with soft-boiled eggs, Japanese pickle, with soy sauce and other pickled vegetables along with miso soup, natto, and boiled fish for him and Takashi as well as placing several potions besides Takashi's water goblet. For Mitsukuni he made an omelette, French toast, and home fries as well as placing a calming draught by Mitsukuni's glass. Hedwig flew over, dropped off his mail, and ate the left over fish while they chatted before she went to rest from her long flight. After everyone ate, and the boys drank their potions while calling Harry a mother hen, they went back up to the dojo. Harry cleaned then sat at the table and went through his correspondence. As it was obvious something was bothering Mitsukuni, he left the two to their own devices and spent the morning focused on his work jumping in surprise when his mobile rang.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Moshi moshi Harry-kun," Atsuya voice came across the telephone line. "Are you busy?"

Harry grinned, threw his quill down, and eagerly sat back in his chair lifting the two front legs in the air. "Nope saikin do (what's up)? All I've been doing is reading business reports. Why don't you come over? Takashi is hanging out with his cousin and they're doing the Alpha equivalent of banging their fists against each other's chests."

Atsuya chuckled. "Sure, where do you live?"

Harry gave Atsuya his address and directions on how to get to his building from the train station.

"Cool. See you soon."

Harry called the concierge to inform them he had a guest coming so they'd let Atsuya into the private elevator without hassle. An hour later, the doorbell rang. Harry went to answer it and laughed upon seeing his friend. Today Atsuya wore a pair of jeans and a white button up that held a picture of a blinged out baby wearing a top hat, with tattoos running up and down the its body.

"Ossu (hey dude)! Love the shirt. Come on in."

Atsuya walked inside the apartment and looked around wide-eyed. "Nice. The architecture is a great mixture of east and west, which is understandable given the neighborhood. I like it. It's huge but homey. Love the color."

"Thanks." He grinned proudly and led him to the kitchen. "My favorite room. Do you want a snack?"

"Are you kidding, I'm a growing boy, I can always eat."

Atsuya sat at the table as Harry made Knickerbocker glories. Once done he sat across from him as they ate. Atsuya played with his sundae for a while and Harry didn't need to use legilimency to know the Omega needed to speak to him.

"My parents are Betas as is the majority of everyone I know. Everything I know about being an Omega is from my doctors, books, or the occasional girls at school." Harry nodded understandingly and watched Atsuya twirl the sundae around the palms of his hands. "Being unmated sucks. My heats are awful. I go to a special ward in a clinic designated for Omegas. I have very little recollection of what goes on during that week, just the frenzy. The knowledge that there are days out my life that I don't know what I did or how I acted . . . that I would've welcomed sex with any Alpha that would've walked in the room. It is terrifying being so out of control of wanting something so bad and never getting it. My next heat is coming soon and I don't think I'm strong enough to go through another alone."

"But I thought you didn't want to mate yet."

"I don't."

Harry flushed. "Oh. What do your parents think?"

Atsuya face went red as well. "Horrified. Said I wasn't a prostitute. That I was meant for great things to be patient."

"I kinda agree with them."

"I know but it I . . . can't do it."

Harry sighed and rose from the table to begin his baking for tonight. "I'm not an expert, but for me sex is very intimate, very emotional. You aren't just exposing your body to someone but a big part of your mind as well. You're at your most vulnerable and if you don't know or trust the person . . . I can't imagine being intimate with anyone I wasn't bonded too."

Atsuya still looked mulish. "You haven't gone through a heat by yourself."

"True. But every Omega I've spoken to, even my friend George who is an Omega Male cautioned me to wait until I bonded despite the discomfort. His said it was better to go through a heat alone than rush and have sex and maybe bond with the wrong person."

"There are guards you can place around your neck to prevent accidental bonds," Atsuya said stubbornly.

Harry sighed as he thought over his heat and the desperate feeling of needing to be filled despite what Takashi had done. What if Takashi hadn't been there? Harry now had enough experience to know toys wouldn't have been enough. He shivered as he thought of being in a constant state of unfullfillment for days on end. At least he had gotten some respite and little breathers between bouts. What if he hadn't had that? Harry shivered wrapping his arms about himself. He supposed he could see Atsuya's point. It must be awful. Harry took a deep breath.

"Do you know any Alphas?"

"None that would be acceptable, who wouldn't take advantage."

Harry nodded. "Takashi is friends with a group of Alphas. They're idiots, but they're honorable idiots. I can arrange an accidental meeting and I'm sure once they've met you they'd be clamoring to make a good impression. But be sure this is what you want. It is awful, but it's only a couple of days out your life and birth control isn't 100% effective. Some Omegas have bad reactions to birth control without knowing why. My assistant had two kids while on birth control before doctors found a way to stop her from conceiving. At least she waited until she bonded to have sex, what would happen to you if you got pregnant with an Alpha you weren't bonded too? And you're an Omega Male. We're not talking one kid but several. The specialists I saw before I went through oestrus with Takashi warned me that because of my physiology I'd have at least triplets each time I got pregnant, maybe even quintuplets."

Atsuya's naturally pale skin went white. "Good point."

Hoping he scared some sense into his friend, and wishing that the non-magical world was as old-fashioned regarding sex as Britain's magical one, Harry made up batter for several different cakes and pies and got them in the oven. While the desserts baked, they went into the great room and Atsuya taught him a song he remembered from primary they used to teach kids their hiragana. They were giggling and laughing as he taught Harry the song when a large thump and Takashi's grunts filtered down from the dojo. Harry sighed.

"Umm, what's going on up there? Are you sure you are your Alpha's only Omega?" Atsuya joked.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. "He better not even think about it." Some unscrupulous Alphas had been known to bond with more than one Omega. "My Alpha has a healthy fear of me. He knows I'd kill him and hide the body parts." Atsuya laughed making Harry smile. "That's Takashi and his cousin trying to kill each other for sport." The timer in the kitchen dinged. "I've got to get the cakes out the oven. Do you want to check out the neighborhood and get lunch? My treat."

"Sure."

"Come on. Once I get the cakes cooling, we'll tell Takashi we're leaving."

They headed up the stairs and Harry sighed when he saw Mitsukuni bring Takashi to the ground and the visible bruises on his husband.

Atsuya gasped and stared at Mitsukuni wide eyed. "Wow."

"Can't you take your frustrations out in a way that won't cause damage to my otto?" Harry snapped.

"Sorry Harry," Mitsukuni said. He waved hello to Atsuya who waved back with his mouth open.

"You sure you're fine?" Harry asked Takashi resigned knowing Takashi wouldn't admit it.

"Ah."

"Atsuya and I were going to hang around the neighborhood, grab lunch. Theirs food in the kitchen."

"Remember Chichi will be here for dinner."

Harry nodded, waved, and headed out. Atsuya brought along roller blades which Harry had always wanted to try so after they ate they found a sports store where he got fitted for skates. As he tried a pair on, a group of four foreigner Alphas walked in the store. The Alpha's nostrils flared and they made a beeline to he and Atsuya. The ringleader came up to Atsuya and smirked down at the shorter boy.

"Naka ni hairu niwa ikura kakarimasuka? (How much does it cost to get inside?)"

Harry only caught that the jerk asked about the cost of something, but from the way Atsuya stiffened and glared, he could guess what the hentai meant. The way the Alphas crowded around them didn't bode well. Harry still sat on the bench wearing his skates and couldn't be much help. He didn't want to use magic and give himself away. He struggled to unlace his skates quickly, especially when Atsuya slammed the ringleader in his gut and brought the Alpha to his knees before glaring at the others.

"Leave." Atsuya said clearly.

They didn't listen. Just as the Alphas reached grab them a group of Beta Males in black snuck up behind the Alphas. They grabbed the back of the Alpha's necks and slammed their heads together before bowing to Harry and carrying the downed Alphas out the store. Once the threat was over, Atsuya sunk beside him on the bench and let out a relieved breath.

"You have a security detail?" Atsuya asked after several minutes of silence.

"Apparently," Harry said dryly. "I hadn't noticed really, they're very discreet. Does that happen to you often?"

"A bit, especially since I turned sixteen. I've been practicing martial arts all my life though. My parents insisted on it. I'm the baby of the family, the Omega and they're terrified of something happening to me. My mother keeps thinking that someone is going to steal me away for some weird Omega sex ring. She prays every time I leave the house by myself." Atsuya rolled his eyes and Harry chuckled at the annoyed expression on his face. "The few Alphas at school learned long ago not to mess with me, but when I'm out in public, I'm often stopped and flirted with. This is the first time it's turned physical though."

Harry sighed. "Another thing to add to the to do list, martial arts training."

"Well that guy, your Alpha's cousin could teach you. I've never seen anyone so skilled, especially a kid. He must be amazing to easily bring down your Alpha."

Harry grabbed the skates and pads and made his way to the front to pay. "Mitsukuni? Oh, he's seventeen and in his third year like Takashi. He's just short. Takashi said the majority of his family is short, but that Mitsukuni isn't finished growing and will eventually reach 164 cm in two years. Martial arts are his family's business, they own a chain of dojos and train the military, private security firms, government officials and people like that so that's why he's so good."

"What's their name?"

"Haninozuka."

Atsuya stopped and stared. "Only you Harry-kun. No wonder you're surrounded by money. Next time warn me before introducing me to a National treasure."

"Oh Mitsukuni's famous too?"

Atsuya rolled his eyes and just shook his head so Harry supposed he was.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the park where Atsuya taught him how to rollerblade while helping him memorize his hiragana and the greeting Harry wanted to perform for his father-in-law tonight. When it began getting late, Harry walked Atsuya to the train station before slowly skating back to the penthouse and falling down several times. From the amused chuckles he heard, he knew that his guards were disillusioned close by, but he was too busy trying to focus to pay attention to where they had hidden themselves.

Of course, Takashi had been informed about their encounter with the Alphas and pounced the moment he stepped into the penthouse. Harry didn't think to protest when Takashi tossed him over his shoulder and carried him to the bedroom.

"Hentai (pervert). You're helping me cook," Harry said when he could speak again.

"Ah."

They barely made it on time, even with magic and Takashi's help, which didn't help Harry's nerves. He made ravioli stuffed with shrimp and tofu on a plate of olive oil with parmesan on top, and the prep for shabu shabu, the dish Atsuya's mother showed him, which was thinly sliced beef dipped in boiling broth and kelp that is served with tofu, rice, and vegetables. He also made appetizers, which included Takashi's favorite salted shrimp.

"Is it enough?" Harry fretted. "Maybe I should've said yes to the chef. He'll hate it won't he? I don't know enough about Japanese cooking. Or maybe this isn't high-class enough? Will he think it's common?"

"It's fine."

Harry huffed and went over to clean the already spotless kitchen using his focus ring, which he finally gotten the hang of. Takashi pulled him into his arms and kissed him.

"Relax."

The doorbell rang. Harry tore himself out Takashi's arms.

"I need to set out the appetizers and drinks." He rushed around grabbing dishes.

To Harry's relief Takashi kept his father in the genkan chatting, which gave him time to set the table and get the appetizers and drinks ready. The extra few minutes, also helped to calm his nerves just enough so by the time they came in he wasn't a stuttering mess and was ready to greet his father-in-law. Smiling nervously, Harry bowed respectfully to the older Alpha.

"Harry, your den is beautiful." Akira-sama had a wide smile on his face as he looked around. "Of course, I saw the pictures when Takashi purchased the apartment, but you transformed it. It feels like you." Akira-sama glanced at the picture of he and Takashi over the mantle place and chuckled. "I'd like a copy."

"Mochiron. Watashi wa, watashi ga appato ni nano o yatta ka no yo ni koeida. Yokoso Anata ga seki o riyo shitai to omoimasu."

Startled, Akira-sama followed his advice and sunk into the chair in front of him.

"Takashi told me you were working hard but that's very impressive for a week."

"Arigato gifu," Harry flushed. "Though I had help."

Takashi sat at the head of the table, Akira-sama on one side and Harry on the other, while they nibbled on appetizers."

"Do you like your classes?" Akira-sama asked still speaking Japanese."

"Hai. I wish it was focused more on grammar and writing, but sore ga sutatodesu (it's a good start)." Harry answered slowly in a mixture of English and Japanese. "It helps that I'm self-studying on my own as well. I usually go over with my tutors what I've been working on as well as what they've been teaching."

"So, you do not regret moving? You're adjusting to living in Japan?"

Harry nodded. "I haven't seen much, but watashi ga mite kita mono ga sukidesu (I like what I've seen)." Harry stiffened and turned to Takashi his face flushed. "With everything earlier, I forgot to tell you. I need to be in England next weekend to interview business managers."

"I'll make the arrangement for us to leave after your classes Friday. You can schedule the appointments Friday afternoon, London time."

Harry shook his head. "I want to tour the business before I interview anyone. It'll help me know who will be the best fit instead of just going by the reports I've read."

"Be careful," Akira told him. "Great Britain is still in upheaval and the magical community seems to think you're their Messiah who can fix anything from hangnails to the English National Debt."

Nodding, Harry's fist tightened in anger. "I still receive the Daily Prophet. While the article about my Mad Muggle Protector was amusing, I wasn't especially pleased to see the Special Edition on my birthday that speculated on how I spent my oestrus."

"Yes, I saw that as well. Which reminds me, I still have your birthday present to give you." Akira gave a predatory smile before he dug in a hidden pocket inside his waistcoat and pulled out a large envelope, which he handed to Harry. "Happy Birthday Harry, welcome to the family."

Curious, Harry opened the folder and riffled through the papers only to gasp when he realized what was inside. Tears formed in his eyes. "This is amazing . . . no one . . .. Thank you. Excuse me, I need to get the next course."

Harry jumped up and ran into the kitchen so he wouldn't lose his composure in front of his father-in-law. He collapsed in the kitchen chair shaking. He felt Takashi pick him up and sit him down on his lap. Takashi rubbed his hands up and down his back in a soothing gesture as Harry buried his face in his Alpha's neck and breathed deeply as he attempted to calm his rioting emotions and the tears. Merlin, finding out he was an Omega turned him into such a pansy.

"No one besides Sirius tried to fix anything for me before and Sirius could never do anything openly. Just you and your father," Harry whispered. "Your dad brought me the Daily Prophet."

"Typical Chichi. It's a crappy present," Takashi said dryly his voice a deep monotone. "You'll have to fire everyone, create a new mission plan, then hire and train new staff. I'd say no thanks and ask for a watch."

Harry began laughing and couldn't stop.

"Prat," he said affectionately through watery eyes and a raw throat. He slid off his husband's lap and pushed him towards the sliding shoji doors that led back into the great room. "Keep your father company while I get the first course out."

Takashi nodded and left with a smile on his face. They spent the rest of the evening talking on how to revamp the Daily Prophet and where to find reputable people to staff it. Harry decided to change the name of the paper to the Howler and model the format after a muggle newspaper. The other big thing he wanted to change was to make the paper bi-weekly with a big Sunday edition and mini Wednesday one. Frankly, there weren't enough magicals or magical news in Great Britain to justify a daily paper, which could explain why the Prophet put so much junk in its pages because they lacked real news. With Takashi and his father's help, he sketched out ideas to give Kaori so she could write up a preliminary business plan he could show his account managers Friday.

Harry had a long week of lessons. The sessions got more intense and he'd gotten a good grasp of hiragana on his own. One night after classes, he trolled music stores with Atsuya and found some decent rock bands, though it was hard. Japan seemed to idolize the overly sensationalized cutsey pop music, which made him gag. But to Atsuya's horror Harry developed a liking for Enka music, which was easy listening ballads the older generation favored, but the music helped him get a grasp of the rhythm, flow, and more importantly the feeling behind the language. The added benefit of singing the music, besides helping him learn was he drove Takashi crazy with his bad singing not to mention his horrible dictation, both, which made Takashi cringe when he thought Harry wasn't looking. Of course, Harry only giggled and sung louder to rattle his unflappable mate.

By the time Friday arrived, he was eager for the week to be over. Takashi picked him up from the language center and they stopped at a ramen shop for an early dinner before making their way to the airport and the port key to England. A half hour later, they were on their way to the private, non-magical entrance of Gringotts for their 10:30 Friday morning meeting London time with his account managers.

He had a long meeting with Gringotts as they updated him on his financial status and the progress they've made going through his back logged mail. They cackled when they realized he owned the Daily Prophet. He hired a Haninozuka security team to make sure no one ran off with files until he could get new staff in. The goblins set up the interview times for business manager applicants and gave him a list and background information on the properties he owned, which added another item for him to check off before he left Sunday, do a walk-through of all his property in Great Britain.

After they left Gringotts, he made surprise visits to the various Potter farming operations and ended up firing a manager at one of his farms for the way he treated his subordinates. After putting the fear of God into the man, he turned everything over to the foreman. Once he toured all his farming operations he had a full staff meeting with all his employees where he outlined the behavior he expected from each member of the organization and where he wanted to take the company.

It had been a long day. There was a potion that helped your body adjust to the massive time difference, but he and Takashi decided to tough it out and not take the potion since it made you nauseous. They just planned to adjust their activities accordingly. Therefore, although it was only the afternoon in London, for them it was nearly midnight and they were exhausted. They checked into the same hotel and suite from their last visit closed the curtains to block out the afternoon sun and fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow.

Harry work at eleven in the evening London time, gasping with pleasure once he felt Takashi's mouth engulfing his penis.

"Takashi."

"Good morning."

Takashi lowered his head and went back to what he was doing. Just when he was about to burst, Takashi lifted up and slammed into him causing Harry scream with pleasure. His body arched, and toes curled as he exploded with his first orgasm. Once they both found final completion and Takashi's knot relaxed, they ordered breakfast and dragged themselves into the shower leisurely washing each other's bodies before dressing, eating, and making plans for their day.

They spent the early morning hours touring Potter and Black properties throughout the English Isles. Their first stop was Potter Hall in Lincolnshire. Death eaters destroyed the property during the first wizarding war. Despite the damage, Harry could see what it should look like. A classic English manor house, Harry half expected to see the Bennet sisters walking through the walled Victorian garden in their muslin gowns. He loved it.

The three hundred and fifty acres surrounding the estate was one of the Potter's largest farming operations and how the family first made their fortune.

"I want this restored. I'd like to live here someday," he told Takashi.

"Do you want to hire contractors before we leave?"

Harry nodded and made notes in the non-magical notepad he carried. "If we can squeeze it in this trip. The earlier we start the better."

They toured what was left of the Hall and gardens making notes of what he wanted done, exploring the fishing lake, duck ponds, and deer sanctuary. Afterwards, he and Takashi continued touring various properties all the while making notes on what they found. But nothing compared to what he discovered when he and Takashi apparated in front of the small three bedroom, two bath cottage the Potters owned in a small market town near the Lake District.

Harry froze. "Someone's inside. The goblins never mentioned renters."

Takashi spread out his arms and two tanto blades appeared in his hands. As they stepped up to the cottage, Harry could feel wards surrounding the property that had a different magical signature from the ones placed by his family and the goblins. Luckily, surprise was on their side. For he and Takashi it was nearly lunchtime, when it was just after two in the morning here in England. Using his pilfered knowledge from Riddle, he dismantled the wards. It took less than five minutes. The bad news was in those five minutes he had alerted the occupants to his arrival, but anticipating that Harry had thrown anti apparition wards and used his status as owner of the home to lock down the floo so they couldn't leave.

"Upstairs," Takashi whispered.

Harry nodded and crept up the stairs where the bedrooms, ensuite, and additional bath were. Once inside the master it became obvious they'd disrupted someone's sleep. Harry scanned the room and saw the telltale shimmer of someone under a disillusionment charm. Really did they think he was stupid or did most people not see the shimmer? With a wave of his arm, Harry disarmed them, stuck them to the wall, and removed the charm. It was Remus and Tonks.

"Hello," Harry said pleasantly, though he was seething inside. "Can you please tell me why you're sleeping in my bed?"

"Harry," Remus growled struggling against the sticking charm, "let me down. Why are you here? What are you doing out so late?"

Harry rolled his eyes and looked at Takashi. "What is with people trying to dom me and Remus has nerve, he's only a Beta." He turned back to Remus. "Or do you still think I'm under compulsive charms and had to submit to you?"

Remus flushed. Harry pulled a chair forward and swung it around so he straddled it backwards draping his arms over the back as he glared at the pair.

"You're squatting on my property? Why? And I suggest you answer quickly before my mate decides to do to you what he did to the Carrows."

"Mate!" Remus snarled. "You're sixteen Harry; you're too young to mate!"

"And why do the decisions I make concern you?" Harry asked softly attempting to cover his hurt and anger.

"I was best friends with your father, Harry," Remus said as if he were speaking to an idiot.

"My father had terrible taste in his friends, Remus," Harry snapped mocking Remus's tone, losing his patience. "Now, why are you in my home?"

"James knew that with my condition I would have trouble finding work, so he gifted me the cottage."

"Really," Harry snorted. "Do you have proof? Do you have the deed to the property, perhaps? A letter from my father explaining why he would give you the cottage my grandfather brought for my grandmother as a wedding present and the cottage where my father proposed to my mother in?" Remus remained silent. "I thought not."

Harry raised his wand arm and waved it over his head while muttering the basic DMLE charm, which alerted Hit Wizards he had an emergency and required their immediate presence.

Tonks gasped. "Harry, I'll lose my job."

"Nymphadora why should I give a damn?"

"Harry," Remus snapped, but immediately fell silent when Takashi straightened from where he'd been leaning against the doorway and made threatening step towards Remus his blades drawn. "You don't scare me, boy." Remus snarled to Takashi.

"Good," Takashi said, "makes it more interesting."

Harry put out his arm and stopped Takashi from decapitating Remus.

"Wolf, shut up before I let Takashi kill you."

"Harry, you've grown dark and are being manipulated," Remus said sadly.

Harry snorted. "You're so used to pathetic Harry, you don't know how to deal with a Harry who isn't doped up on potions and compulsion charms. Now, while we are waiting for the Hit Wizards tell me where Dumbledore's hiding? Can I expect to find him squatting at another one of my properties?"

"We haven't seen Dumbledore."

Harry snorted and stepped up to Tonks pointing his wand arm to her face. "Legilimis."

"Harry," Remus shouted.

Harry ignored him. Of course being an auror, Tonks was an adequate occulumens, but Harry had learned from the knowledge he absorbed from Riddle. She fought him, but Harry tore through her defenses. She hadn't seen Dumbledore but she'd been in contact with him and Harry now knew how to do the same, at least until the old man changed his methods of communication. Harry also learned that Dumbledore wanted to be informed when he'd been spotted and was attempting to sow seeds proclaiming him the next dark lord. Harry snorted at the typical Dumbledore ploy and sat back down in his chair. He didn't bother attempting legilimency on Remus, with his creature blood it would be harder to break his defenses.

"Just out of curiosity, are you guys insane as well as lacking in common sense, logic, and decency? You are the ones who left me a one year old in an abusive home. You are the ones who stole from me, continue to steal from me, and even fiddled with my biology and yet I am the dark lord?" Harry snorted and glared at Remus. "I can't wait until you die. Sirius and my parents will make your afterlife hell for eternity. The people who accepted you are the people you betrayed, just like Peter. You are a betrayer, a wolf without honor. And you," he turned to Nymphadora. "You're just a little girl trying to feel important who picked the wrong side. Your parents must be so proud after everything your mother did to escape from that life, the sacrifices they've made, and you their only child is a woman without honor, who just turned around and shamed your parents who have always acted with honor no matter the costs to themselves."

Tonks whimpered defeated. Remus growled and attempted to break free of his restraint using brute force. It didn't work. They heard the quick knock at the door and the Hit Wizards arrival.

"We're up here," Harry called pleasantly.

Before the Hit Wizards entered the room, Harry snapped both Remus and Tonks wands. Snapping someone's wand was the ultimate taboo in the wizarding world, very few death eaters resorted to performing that act, but Harry did. It was petty, but they deserved some consequence for betraying him. Remus and Tonks were so shocked and horrified by his actions they didn't cry out. Two wizards appeared in the doorway wands out only to flinch when they saw Takashi with his swords.

Harry smirked at his husband. "Look dear, your reputation precedes you."

"Ah."

"Gentleman," he said addressing the Hit Wizards. "Earlier this evening, I thought it would be a good idea to check out one of my properties. This place has sentimental value to me, as it's where my parents became engaged. When I arrived, I discovered I had squatters on my property and one of them was an Auror, and the other who has been here for how many years, Remus?"

"Fifteen," Remus flushed.

Harry snorted and turned to the Hit Wizards. "So it appears that right after my parents were murdered and he watched Dumbledore hand off his so called best friend's son to child abusers, he came here to steal said child's inheritance. Auror Tonks is an accessory, I believe it's called so I'll be pressing charges on them both. I demand they be questioned under veritaserum as they're also harboring information on the whereabouts of a known fugitive of justice, Albus Dumbledore."

"Of course Mr. Potter," one of the hit wizards said solemnly. "If you wouldn't mind removing the charm, we'll escort them to headquarters. I was one of the wizards who responded to the call at the joke shop. We couldn't undo your charm work and the Weasleys had to remove their clothes to get down."

Harry chortled with laughter. "Cool." He waved his hand and they came undone. "There you go."

They quickly put on magical suppression cuffs and detained the pair.

"Their wands?"

Harry gave them their broken wand pieces and shrugged at the looks of horror on the Hit Wizard faces. "A werewolf and an auror. I'm not stupid enough to underestimate them. Because of my notoriety, I'm living off the radar. If you could please forward any information about their case to my account managers at Gringotts, they'll know how to get in contact with me."

They nodded and left. The minute they were gone Takashi gathered him in his arms and Harry realized his body shook and tears had fallen down his face.

"I'll handle this," Takashi told him. "I'll get the cottage cleaned out, remove their scents and remodel it to where you won't even remember what it looked like before."

"It'll still look like a small English cottage right?" Harry whispered. "Nothing crazy or extravagant? I'd think it'll be a cozy place for the two of us to getaway someday."

"I'll make it that fun place for just the two of us. Promise." He kissed Harry's lips. "Hungry?" Harry nodded. "We'll eat and go to the hotel for a nap. You'll feel better after a break."

"I need to shower. Their scent." Harry shivered and Takashi held him tighter.

"We'll do that too. Let's get out of here."

Harry nodded in agreement.

After eating, showering, resting, and informing Percy on how Tonks kept in contact with Dumbledore Harry felt renewed and ready to once again deal with the insanity of magical Britain. They made it back to Gringotts where he spent Saturday morning England time interviewing and hiring a business manager to oversee Potter Farms. In the end, he hired a squib with extensive business qualifications.

The hard part done, he and Takashi met Luna and Neville for lunch, well dinner for them. Wanting privacy, they decide to meet in muggle London. Luna was curious about sushi so they met at Takashi's favorite London restaurant. His friends were already waiting outside when their car pulled up. Neville looked like a young, English Lord in his suit and Luna a fairy princess in a shimmering sky blue dress that looked like someone dumped it in silver glitter. Harry found himself smiling just looking at Luna and unable to stop himself he jumped out the vehicle before it came to a full stop and ran up to her. Of course, Luna being Luna knew he was there and swung around with a wide smile on her face. They embraced and laughed in each other's arms.

"Hello Moonglow."

"Hello Dark Lord Hunter."

Harry laughed. Luna held his face in her hands and beamed. "You're happy."

Harry flushed. "Yes."

"You deserve it. Don't look guilty because you are."

"Thanks Luna."

"Of course. Sometimes there is still the occasional wrackspurt floating around your head."

Harry snorted. Then smiled sheepishly and hugged Neville. "Sorry mate."

"No problem. Luna's right, you look great. Bonding agrees with you."

Neville stepped back, grinned, and waved at someone over Harry's shoulder. Harry beamed and reached back to pull Takashi forward.

"Neville." Takashi bowed to Neville.

"Takashi. Do you have time to spar this trip? We haven't gone against each other in some time."

"Don't want to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend."

"I think you're forgetting who wiped the floor with who during our last match, kendo boy."

Harry and Luna stared at each other and laughed at the stupidity of posturing Alphas. They each grabbed their respective mate's hand and dragged them inside the restaurant. When the hostess saw Takashi her eyes widened and they were quickly ushered to a table and served green tea. Harry rolled his eyes at Takashi who just shrugged. Harry smirked and turned to his friends.

"What have you two been up to? Done anything fun?"

In answer, Harry received an exciting recap of a trip to Austria with Neville's Gran, which made Harry remember the villa in Vienna the Blacks owned. They chatted only pausing when the chef and owner of the restaurant came to their table and bowed to Takashi before beginning a conversation in Japanese. Takashi nodded and said a few words in appreciation before the chef bowed and returned to the kitchen.

"Takashi's family owns the largest fish, meat, and produce market in the world," Harry explained to his friends. "Our meal is free and the chef will probably cook with extreme care to try and impress us."

"You caught all that after only a couple weeks in Japan?" Neville asked amazed.

Harry flushed. "Only a couple phrases to get the gist. Japanese isn't that hard once you figure out the basic sounds and meanings."

"Harry is exceptional. Works very hard." Takashi told them.

Harry flushed at the praise and reached underneath the table to squeeze Takashi's hand in thanks, which caused Takashi's face to color as well. Takashi looked handsome unraveled. Well, he looked handsome no matter the expression on his face.

Harry didn't think he'd ever get used to how lucky he was to have Takashi in his life. He still had a hard time believing he wasn't cooped up inside Dudley's second bedroom on Privet Drive. No locked door, no cat flaps. No carefully orchestrated tasks to prove his worth before being locked back in hell. If Dumbledore had had his way, he'd still be at Privet Drive, or at the Weasleys where Molly Weasley would've been throwing Ginny in his direction and Ron would be pretending to be a friend. It was hard to believe he was free. Free to be out in the open, free to enjoy his day, free to enjoy his life as he sat with his mate and friends catching up and preparing to eat an awesome meal.

He felt like a prisoner let free after years of solitary confinement.

And all this was due in part to Takashi. Takashi allowed him to shine, didn't mind standing in the background showing his support and giving guidance as needed. Takashi always made time for him, despite his family business, his martial arts career, and the stress of dealing with his family. Despite all the pressure Takashi was under, he never made him feel as if he weren't important.

He was very lucky.

The chef and his wait staff returned with a massive family style feast with a sampling of various foods for them to try. Takashi explained to Neville and Luna how to use chopsticks, etiquette, what each of the dishes were and how to eat them. They had a good time chatting and getting to know each other and Harry was happy to learn that Takashi and Neville despite the Alpha posturing, really seemed to be good friends.

After they ate, they wandered about on the streets of London going in and out of shops. At some point Neville and Takashi became bored of it all and hung back several paces talking quietly.

"I got a letter from Hermione a few days ago," he told Luna. "It was very interesting."

"I imagine it was. Hermione is not one to admit when she's wrong. What did she say?"

"Nothing much. It was obvious her parents made her write. The letter was insulting and very cold. The only remorse Hermione felt was remorse she'd been caught. After showing the letter to my healer and talking it over with him, I sent the letter back to her parents with a short note that told them that their desire to reform their daughter severely impacted my recovery from the abuse I suffered under her hands and please not do that again."

Luna took his hand and swung it between them as they walked. "Good for you."

Harry snorted. "Doubt it'll do any good, but I did warn them about what would most likely happen on her birthday when she'd run away and get some of her wand rights back. I sent them protection amulets."

"You're a good person Harry Potter. Hogwarts is going to be interesting," Luna's eyes took on a dreamy cast, which let Harry know she went into medium mode. "Without Dumbledore and McGonagall at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger will return to school and be startled she is no longer the golden girl. The teaching standards will be stronger and her habit of not analyzing what she reads will make her grades suffer. Then the students will turn on her and she'll realize the only reason they put up with her was that she was your friend, which she obviously isn't any longer. They'll blame her and the Weasleys for you not returning to the castle. She'll realize how insignificant she is and hate it."

"I'm glad I'm going to miss all the drama."

Luna blinked out her daze. Her eyes cleared and returned to normal. "Oooo. Pretty!"

She dragged him into the psychedelic façade of the London Beatles store, and began to browse the music and merchandise.

"Handsome," Luna said holding up a kelly green t-shirt with a portrait of a young John Lennon on it.

Harry grinned and handed her John Lennon's Imagine album. "I think you'll really like this."

Luna smiled and added it to her pile. Harry noticed Takashi and Neville standing by the doorway talking quietly with their heads together. Luna leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"Neville's asking about sex and your heat. He doesn't have any experience and is worried about disappointing me. So how is it? Sex?" Luna whispered.

Harry flushed. "Nice. Very nice. Intimate. Special when it's with the right person, which Takashi is."

Luna beamed. "Do you love him?"

"I. . . I don't know," Harry flushed. "I admire him more than anyone though."

"Give it time, you guys looked very much in love playing with my god children when I see you visiting Neville and I at the Manor." Harry gawked at Luna as she slipped on a pair of purple John Lennon style sunglasses, and twirled about the store a wide smile on her face.

"Luna!" Harry exclaimed. "Focus. Godchildren?"

Luna stopped spinning around and looked at him startled as if she hadn't just dropped a bombshell on him.

"Mmm-hmm. You'll spend Christmas at Longbottom Manor and we'll spend New Year's at Potter Hall. It's tradition. One of your sons will marry one of my daughters," she said absently. "What fun!"

By this time, Neville and Takashi came near and overheard Luna and they all gaped at her, but no one had the nerve to contradict her, least of all Harry and Neville. They learned a long time ago never bet against Luna.

They spent another two hours chatting and spending time with Luna and Neville at Longbottom Manor. Harry watched Neville and Takashi have a fencing against Kendo sparring match. It was fantastic, of course, Takashi won, and Harry made sure he kissed the winner. Then Takashi and Neville paired up and Harry had to battle them while they used magic and their swords. It was unfair as he only had magic at his disposal. He used every prank or non-lethal spell he could think of, but they defended against it all with ease. Their spells and attacks came quick and fast and it was all he could do to throw up a shield charm and dodge. As they attacked, he found himself on the defensive, which exhausted him. He had underestimated Neville to his cost. Neville sent a jet of water to the floor then froze it, the spells got underneath his shield charm, which caused him to trip and crash to the floor hitting his head. As he lay on the floor sweaty and gasping for breath all he could do was stare dazed up at the ceiling and be happy the duel was over.

"Well that was embarrassing." Some Boy-Who-Conquered he was.

A house elf popped in and gave them water. Before he could grab his, Takashi was there assisting him. Takashi sat Harry up so his back rested against Takashi's chest. Takashi wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him up while he fed him the drink and occasionally ran his fingers through his hair.

"You rely too much on magic," Takashi said softly gently caressing his face and hair. "You're out of shape and tire easily which made it easy to get past your defenses. You need training. I'll arrange it."

Harry nodded. He felt Takashi pressing kisses to his face and neck, it wasn't until he heard Neville's chuckles and Luna's giggles he realized they weren't alone and flushed. Being a typical Japanese male, Takashi was not keen on public displays of affection, but all bets were off when he became tired. His staid and proper mate became affectionate, grabby, and once he realized later how he acted, embarrassed. Stiffening, Harry jumped up, pulled his Alpha to his feet.

"It's late for us, after midnight our time," he told Neville and Luna hoping to hurry Takashi out the room to preserve his dignity. "We'd better get back to the hotel. Thanks guys."

He pulled Takashi towards the receiving room. Neville and Luna who purposely didn't take the hint to leave them alone followed their eyes bright with amusement as they watched Takashi nuzzle his face and neck while mumbling not so sweet nothings in his ear. Luckily, the words were in Japanese so Neville and Luna couldn't understand what he said. Despite the situation, Harry found himself in, he became turned on by his Alpha's words.

Harry literally dragged Takashi to the floo.

"Have a good night, Harry," Luna chirped giggling. Neville bent over chortling with laughter.

"I hate you guys right now," he muttered but they were laughing too much to hear.

Harry flooed to the Leaky Cauldron then apparated them to a side street next to the hotel. Luckily, it didn't take long to reach their hotel room where Takashi dragged him to the bedroom quickly stripping off Harry's clothes.

"You're sleepy. You know you only act like this when you're sleepy. Maybe we should wait and sleep first." Harry murmured once they finally had privacy.

"Sex first, sleep later." Takashi tossed Harry on the bed, he bounced a couple times before the horny Alpha spread out his hand and banished his own clothes with magic.

"Hentai."

"Ah. Always around you." Takashi's hungry gaze roamed up and down Harry's naked body. "You're the perfect mate, my perfect mate, and I'm glad your mine."

Harry pretended to scowl to cover how pleased Takashi's words made him.

"Am I yours?" Harry asked smiling inwardly as he stretched seductively on the bed flashing his arse at his mate. "You're so possessive. Don't I get a say in this? After all, it is my life. I belong to no one. The only one who owns me is me."

"No. Mine!"

From the way Takashi growled, Harry knew he'd be in for it tonight. That belief became reality when with a dramatic wave of Takashi's hand Harry found his hands bound. He laughed, but the laughter stopped when Takashi smirked and conjured a silk scarf to cover his eyes. When Harry opened his mouth to protest, he found he was silenced and unable to speak. Shocked, Harry thrashed against his bounds. He should have known. Never tickle a sleeping dragon, indeed.

Harry struggles abruptly ceased upon feeling the soft caress of Takashi's hand sweeping down his chest, barely brushing over his straining erection before he gently cupped his testicles in his palm. Harry shuddered. The sensation became worse once he felt Takashi's warm breath against his ear.

"It appears my little Omega needs a reminder on who his Alpha is. Who he belongs too."

The darkness, the silkiness of Takashi's voice caused a shiver to run down Harry's spine. The next thing he knew buzzing sounded in his ear and he could no longer hear. He was at Takashi's total mercy.

Teeth bit sharply at Harry's ear. It hurt, but before the pain could register in Harry's mind Takashi's tongue soothed the sting. These sharp bites followed by soothing licks were repeated all over Harry's body. He knew he'd find bruises on his skin later. It was maddening it was exhilarating.

Harry couldn't speak, see, move, or hear. He was completely under Takashi's good will and mercy. All he could do was be completely dependent on Takashi no his Alpha to take care of him. Harry had never believed he could submit to another person as easily as he had just submitted to his Alpha.

Suddenly he was flipped on to his stomach. His Alpha hands maneuvered his body so he was propped on his knees, his face pushed down into the mattress resting on bound hands clasped together in a fist. Another soothing swipe of Takashi's hand traveled down Harry's skin. Harry shuddered at every touch, every breath blown against his skin.

Takashi's fingers then moved to his bottom cheeks, fluids dripped down his thighs. If he weren't so aroused, he'd be embarrassed. Instead, he squirmed an Omega needing his Alpha to fill the emptiness burning inside him. In desperation, and unable to speak, see, or hear, Harry arched into the hands playing with him.

"So hot," Takashi whispered harshly. Shocked to learn he could hear Takashi's voice, Harry arched further into his Alpha's hands, shivering, and reveling in the guttural moans escaping Takashi's mouth. "Mine. My Omega. I am yours, you are mine."

Sweaty skin covered sweaty skin as Takashi bent over his body over Harry's. Harry heard the scrap of teeth grazing over the bond bite on his neck, felt his Alpha's member teasing at his entrance, heavy testicles brushing against sensitive places between his thighs. Harry's body trembled in response to the sweet sensations, pre cum leaked from his impossibly hard erection just as lubrication leaked from his entrance. Silenced, Harry felt free to scream knowing no one, not even Takashi could hear. He wanted, wanted so bad. He didn't think he had wanted anything more in his life than for Takashi to enter him, to make him feel complete.

"Have to mark you, have to make sure everyone smells me on you a mile away, so they'll know you belong to me, so they'll know I'll kill anyone who gets too close, who thinks they can take you away from me."

If Harry could whimper he would, especially as he felt Takashi thrust two fingers inside him, butting them up against his prostate as his husband, his Alpha tested his readiness. It became too much. He squirmed trying to get away, if only his knees would give out, he could fall to the mattress, grind against it and get some relief from the sensations overpowering his body.

"No none of that." The grip on his body tightened, making it impossible for Harry to move. "Your mine, you can't get away. Don't pretend this isn't turning you on my little Omega," A dark voice whispered. "I haven't seen you like this since your heat."

Harry whimpered. He was turned on, turned on beyond belief. This was so unlike Takashi. While the Alpha had always been possessive, Harry had never seen him so rough, so raw, so filthy. Harry shuddered again and bit his lip hard, he tasted blood as he felt Takashi's member poke at his entrance, but not enter.

"Tell me love, do you want me to continue?"

Harry felt the wash of magic as the spell that silenced his voice released. Harry whimpered calling out Takashi's name.

"Not good enough my Harry. I don't think you're ready. I don't think you really want me."

Then he pulled away.

Harry screamed. "Takashi!"

"Not good enough my Harry. I want you undone, begging for me. Prove to me you are my Omega Harry."

Harry's body shook, he whimpered. It was so unfair. He didn't have the ability to say anything but . . . "Taka."

"Beg me."

Before he could answer, Harry felt his cheeks spread and the pressure of something inside him. He moaned when he realized it was Takashi's tongue. Desperate for any kind of friction Harry attempted to impale himself on Takashi and failed as his mates hands clamped on his waist restricting his movements.

So, Harry was left receiving only what Takashi was willing to give. The results left him moaning, begging, and whimpering to be taken. Energy depleted, Harry's knees gave out, he fell flat on his stomach tears of frustration running down his face. Takashi crawled a top him, turned him over onto his back, and then his hands and eyes were unbound and Takashi bent his head close kissing the tears from his face.

"Tell me Harry," Takashi ordered.

Summoning the last of his strength, Harry wrapped his legs around Takashi's waist and exposed his neck for his Alpha.

"I am yours. Your Omega." Harry rasped as he met Takashi's eyes and tried to put his burgeoning feelings in one look. "You complete me. I only feel safe in your arms and only feel joy when you're inside me. Come inside me."

Takashi's eyes widened and his eyes changed becoming less feral, softened. "Mine. You are mine."

Takashi bit the side of his neck as he slammed into Harry's body. Harry whimpered too strung out to do more than shudder and moan as Takashi pounded into him while he clung to his husband's sweaty body.

"Kiss me," Harry begged needing more connection, more emotion.

Takashi took his mouth in his and sucked down his tongue as a hand wrapped around his erection. He shuddered and arched into Takashi's embrace. Takashi pulled back and whispered in Harry's ear.

"Never leave me."

"Never."

"Swear."

"I swear Taka," he gasped. "Never."

Takashi pulled back and slammed inside him, hitting his prostate head on. Harry shuddered and exploded whimpering Takashi's name. Takashi gave a few more thrusts to Harry's abused prostate and stilled as his knot expanded. His Alpha howled out his name as he came. Takashi's voice calling out his name was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness. He didn't know how long he'd been out, but he came back to awareness to see Takashi brushing back his hair and placing gentle kisses across his face.

"Too much?" Takashi looked worried.

Harry smiled tiredly. "No. It was intense. You are an intense person."

Takashi waved his hand, muttering a spell to clean the mess from their bodies before he swung around so Harry was in his favorite sleeping position, sprawled atop of his Alpha. Takashi pulled the blanket around them and cradled Harry in his arms. Smiling Harry cuddled in his husband's embrace, closed his eyes, and slipped to sleep their bodies still joined.

Author Notes:

I hope you like the chapter. It's long because I'm not sure how often I will be updating this story in the future. Because this story isn't finished, I'm nearly at the point (by another chapter or two) where I need to watch my plot and character arc, there are some places further along where I think I'm rushing things so I need to write more to make sure I know where I'm going.

Thanks for all your support. It really means a lot to me. I am really sorry that I have no way to reply to guest reviews, without replying personally to you guys on posted chapters, which clogs things up in my humble opinion and is one of my pet peeves on fan fiction, but please know I appreciate your support.