A/N:
To ease some of my readers concerns, about my version of Harry, I will remind you that Harry literally walked to his death. He was a martyr, in the books, as well as had a nasty temper, and "Saving people" compulsion, that his friends often called him out on. I'm exploring those canon attributes.
While adding better self-esteem, and confidence, due to growing up in a loving home. If anything, my Harry is a little over confident. Which will be explored in later chapters. He also has a silver tongue, which he uses to tear apart people that offend him. Which can be called a character flaw. As he can really hurt people, without trying. A trait he gained from the slither of Voldemort, in his head.
The very reason Akito is such an enemy now, is because of all the cruel things Harry said to him, while Akito was recovering from the injuries Harry inflicted on him. Akito might have started it, by hurting Kyo, but Harry shattered Akito's body, then proceeded to destroy his fragile psyche. Now, Akito wants to crush Harry, and he finally found a way to control the boy, through this Werewolf deal.
"You're dad... kidnapped you..." Kyo stared at his raven haired friend, as they sat by the lake, feeding the ducks.
A few of the psychics, from the Somha clan, had arrived to "Help the Werewolves settle". The Genjutsu masters, healers... and Kyo... whom had been assigned due to the agreement with the temple.
Harry knew Akito wouldn't have done it, if it could be avoided. Though the green eyed boy was thankful to the Priestess... he needed his friend right now.
Harry groaned, "Apparently, back in Britain, werewolves aren't allowed to take care of kids. Much less adopt them. I get why he did it... but still... he kidnapped me..."
"Yeah... That's kinda messed up," was Kyo's helpful comment.
In a frustrated groan, Harry grabbed a handful of his own hair, and pulled.
"How'd your dad react?" Kyo asked, "When you confronted him?"
Letting go of his hair, Harry sighed. That sigh told Kyo everything, the green eyed teen, refused to speak.
"You're such a martyr," Kyo snorted.
"He's going through a lot of shit right now!" Harry defended.
Kyo rolled his eyes, "You're worse then Tohru. Maybe you should try giving a damn about your own feelings, every once in a while. Especially about something as big as this."
Harry gave another sigh, "What's with everyone's obsession with calling me a Martyr?"
"You cursed yourself," Kyo shrugged. "Then started strutting around, about how you saved the country from war. You have a HUGE martyr complex."
Harry started pouting.
Ginny-Tom gulped, as he came face to face with her worse fear... she'd been doing his best to avoid her... but there was no avoiding her now. They lived in the same house.
"Hello Ginny," Molly Weasley gave him, errrr her, a strange look. Tom couldn't place it, but he knew it wasn't good.
Ginny-Tom opened her mouth... but couldn't think of anything to say.
Thankfully, or perhaps disastrously, it remained to be seen, Molly didn't wait for the girl to answer.
"I miss my daughter," informed the witch.
Tom wilted, "I-"
Molly raised her hand, "Just let me speak my peace."
Ginny-Tom gulped, before nodding his head.
"I miss Ginny," Molly repeated, "But how you were born, wasn't your fault. It was Lucius, and one of your first acts in this world, was avenging my daughter... and saving our world from Death Eaters. I haven't forgotten that.
"From what Dumbledore tells me, as I have asked after you, often enough... You study hard, in your advanced classes, are always kind to your classmates, and respectful to your teachers... you're a good kid Tom. If any vengeful spirit, had to merge with my Ginny, I'm proud they grew into you."
Ginny-Tom gulped... he might need to correct her. Ginny hadn't "merged" with him. Rather he consumed her soul. Shattered it apart, and rose from the ashes. The only thing left of Ginny, was an echo in his head. Nothing truly apart of him... but that truth might be too hard for a mother to hear.
Molly smiled, seeing the teen struggle with herself. "I know my Ginny is gone, and don't want to replace her, but just wanted you to know... you don't have to keep avoiding all things Weasley. We don't hold the crimes against our family, against you."
"You should..." Tom muttered.
Molly smiled, reaching out to him, but her hand froze before it left her side. "The very fact you think that, is why we don't."
Hatori sat by Remus' bed, checking over his vitals. One of the perks, of Akito's deal, was the werewolf pack was given exclusive medical privileges.
"I'm surprised you came," Remus admitted. "Didn't think you wanted to see me, after our last encounter."
Hatori kept his face neutral, "Akito requested I come."
Remus eyed the man a moment. Then sighed, "He really is an Arse."
Hatori couldn't help but smirk, "He is at that... but in this case, I'm grateful to him."
Remus studied the man.
"For as long as I've known you," Hatori began. "You've avoided joining another werewolf pack. Avoided interacting with other werewolves. Avoided indulging your other side in any way... You immersed yourself in Yokai, to have someone to relate to... but never werewolves.
"Now, your the Alpha of a sizable pack... which includes your son, and father figure. I don't know anywhere else I should be."
Remus closed his eyes. His body feeling so weak, from the forced transformation. He said the only thing he could think of, to express his overwhelming feelings. "Thank you..." but the words fell short of the emotions.
Regardless, Hatori got the message.
The Basilisk, as snakes don't really care for names, slither through the new forest. There were no dangers here, but a great many deer, and large fish within the salt water lake. The Wizards had even set up wards, to keep the animals (both mundane and magical) within the boarders of their new woods.
The great serpent made sure not to startle them. It needed the prey unawares there was a threat.
The weather was nice and warm, and not the cold chill of Scotland. Which certainly improved the serpent's mood.
However, The Basilisk was a tad frustrated, that these woods were a few dozen Acres smaller then the Forbidden Forest, but actually being able to enjoy the lake, was a decent form of compensation.
The previous lake, back at Hogwarts, was far to close to the school. With the water far too cold. This new lake might not be warm, but it was far from freezing.
Slithering by, The Basilisk spotted elves. Salazar, the serpent's ancient friend... long gone, had insisted elves, like children, were off the menu... and for centuries, the Basilisk's only friends were the elves... but these elves were new... and reeked of fear.
"Big Snake!!!" A familiar voice shrieked, though it was a happy sound. Dobby jumped onto the Serpent's snout, and gave her a big hug.
The Basilisk smiled, seeing a familiar, and unafraid elf.
Dobby's former master, had been one of the death eaters that lived up to his name. The Basilisk found him quite tasty. The wizard was a cruel man, often hurting both the elf, and his human family.
Nearby, the Basilisk spotted the small teen. The one she saved from an abusive father. The boy was still nervous around her.
"Just don't kill me," Draco gulped, hesitantly looking the Basilisk directly in the eye.
Though the boy had nothing to fear. The Speaker made it clear, she was not to use her death gaze on the werewolves. She calmly flicked out her tongue. Tasting the wolf Venom in the child... along with the boys endless curiosity, with a nice helping of fear.
Oh well, the hatchling would get used to her.
"Come along, Dobby," Draco called over his childhood nanny, and only true friend.
The elf gave the serpent one big hug, before running off to join his master. Continuing to help the wizard, and family elves, attach small portraits to the trees.
As the Basilisk slithered off, she heard the young wizard fret over his elf, before saying. "You know you're crazy, right?"
Albus sighed, feeling his age. It wasn't that long ago that he found his lost son. Now, the young man was angry with him. But what was the old sage supposed to do?
If he hadn't convinced the large group of people, they would have gone to the ministry. Not only would Albus fail to smuggle any wizards into Japan, but he would have been hauled off to Azkaban.
He had only been trying to convince the concerned parents not to report him. That there children weren't actually going with them, despite what, an overeager Ginny-Tom, wanted.
Instead, he found himself talking about the benefits of lycanthropy. To assure them he hadn't gone crazy. But with his silver tongue, at full force, he made the family heads do a complete 180.
They trusted him, idolized him... somewhat blindly. It was difficult to walk that rope. He sometimes forgot how much weight people put into his words. Even if he did rely on it, a good deal.
It was almost a relief to be away from Britain. In a country he was more respected, then worshipped.
There was a light thud, as Severus casually flopped in the chair next to him.
"Only you could turn a mob into your own personal army," the potioneer sneered. While taking a swig from a bottle of Fire whiskey. Before passing it to Albus.
This is why Albus valued him so. Even when Sev was a child, he never feared telling Albus, exactly what he thought. He was the one man, he had ever met, that was immune to a silver tongue. He had been conned one too many times, to fall prey to it again... yet he still followed Albus, believing he was a worthy leader. And all the better, he refused to follow orders blindly.
The man might be rough around the edges, but you couldn't have lived a life like his, and come out unscathed.
"Tell me about it," Madam Bones plopped in the seat at Albus side. "They call me to arrest you, and you convince me to, not only smuggle you out of the country, but let a werewolf turn me... I sometimes forget, under that Grandfatherly smile, and ridiculous twinkly eye, you're a terrifying wizard."
Severus scowled, "The ministry lost a lot of powerful houses, the other day. Even the Weasleys, though not wealthy, nor in a seat of political power, held influence amongst the light families.
"And after the Death Eaters 'Mysteriously disappeared' it's unlikely the Ministry will take this large a dent, in their breeding stock, laying down."
Amelia bones wasn't distracted, "I spent years trying to prove you killed them," She sneered at Snape.
Severus just smirked, "If only I could take credit for such a mercy to wizarding kind." Throwing a significant glance at Albus.
Amelia's eyes widened. Albus had been a key general, in the war, but even then his policy was capture and imprisonment. Bones couldn't picture him snapping, and finally doing something about the largest threat to the wizarding world.
Albus sighed, "I suppose, most everyone else knows the story. So no harm telling you."
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