This story, I will say will not follow other plotlines. It's based in the sixth year of Hogwarts, and after the star season of Sailor Moon.

To get it out in the opening, Harry/Bunny is the couple for this story. You may wonder how I work that into the story, well, Bunny and Darien didn't get married right after Chaos, but are just dating. Promise, no bashing of any characters, or their disgusting choice of clothing... Ahem.

Summery: They expected so much from him, that no one ever thought the Boy Who Lived, would ever fail.

Warnings: Rated R for some mature situations. Character death. Character OOC (Out of Character). Brief nudity, (not in this chapter mind you). Profanity sometime... In the future. And I think that's it for now.

Chapter seven:

Juuban, District Tokyo, Japan

December 25th, 2004

Harry woke up late that Saturday. Groggily lifting his head, he wondered why Hermione hadn't dragged him out of bed to do all that homework he had left to do.

With a tired yawn, he threw off his blankets and sat up. "Ron," he began, looking for the other bed his friend should occupy. But there wasn't another bed.

Frowning, he climbed out of his own bed, and moved towards the single window in the room. He found himself staring down at a busy street. Oh, he thought, the memories of the last few weeks coming back. I'm in Japan now, he reminded himself. And six years in the future.

Would I see my friends if I went to London? he wondered, but reality smashed his hope to pieces. This was a different world. If Voldemort didn't exist here, than neither did his friends.

Harry was just about to pull away, when something flew passed his window. Pulling back quickly, he threw his window open, only to forward again. First he looked up, and noted that he was indeed on the top floor of the apartment building. Looking down, he watched as a girl landed in a crouched position on the sidewalk. The people nearby gasped, while parents reached for their children to protect them.

Who, he wondered, his eyes moving over the girl as she straightened to her full height. Then to his surprise the girl laughed out loud, her hand reaching up to scratch the back of her head. "Sorry!" she called, laughing out of nervousness.

"Like to stay," she continued. "But I'm in a hurry!" And with that she ran off down the street, passing startled muggles.

"Damn," he heard from close by. Frowning, Harry leaned out his window further, to look at the neighboring room. He found Haruka there, staring after the suicidal blonde. "Something wrong Haruka?" he asked.

Startled, the older woman glanced at him. "Oh hey Harry," she said in return. "No, its nothing too serious. That was just our Princess." As she said it, she pointed after the blonde who had jumped from the roof of the apartment.

"Her!" he exclaimed turning to look again. But the girl was already gone. Haruka nodded, a small sigh escaping her. "Yea. She's heading to the skating rink, were the latest bad guy is holding a few hosta-"

He never gave her the chance to finish. Pulling back into his room, Harry ran to his dresser where what little clothes Setsuna had given him now rested. Pulling the bottom drawer out, he pulled out the outer robes of his Hogwarts uniform. Tugging them over his boxers, he buttoned it in place before retrieving his wand from his underwear drawer.

Gripping the wood in his hand, he pictured in his mind the skating rink Setsuna had showed him last week. With a wave of his wand, and a loud pop he vanished from his new room, but before he could stop it, the image of the Princess formed in his mind, almost pushing the image of the skating rink out.

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Three mistakes and the wrong girl later, Harry arrived successfully at the skating rink. With a grunt, he landed awkwardly on a bench seat. Teetering back, he fell over and landed harshly on the concrete floor beneath him.

"Oh my god!" someone gasped from close by. "Are you all right?"

Harry opened his eyes, and found himself staring quite close to another face. "Uh," he managed with a blush. The face drew back much to his relief, and gave him the room to breathe.

"You scared me," the girl continued, her mouth forming a pout. "Uh," he continued lamely, to preoccupied by staring at her. What is she wearing, he wondered. It was the most unique attire he'd ever seen, he had to admit. But so inappropriate. "Are you really a Princess?" he asked, causing the girl to pull back further. "How did-" she began, but was cut off by a scream.

"No," she whispered, jumping back from him and landed a few feet away. She turned, running towards the exit and pushed the door open.

Harry scrambled to his feet to run after her, and made it outside in time to see the Princess jump out on the ice. Is she mad? He watched with fascination as blades formed on the bottom of her boots.

The new youma, which was holding several muggles in a prison of ice, stood to the far end laughing manically. Just like the one before it, it looked human, but there were things about it that made it not. Completely pale skinned, the youma was dressed in a crystallized like outfit. Its uniform dripped water as it moved, as if it was melting.

"Surge!" the youma shouted, turning around and throwing out its arm. The Princess shrieked dropping to the ice to avoid the hit. Taking action, Harry bolted down the stairs to reach the railing. He wouldn't be able to go out there to help her hands-on. But he still could do something from here.

Pulling out his wand, Harry pointed it at the battle taking place out on the ice. "Protego," he hissed trying to keep unnoticed. The Princess gasped when the snowball size ice-ball hit some kind of barrier in front of her. The shield flashed in the reflection from the ice beneath her, revealing it presence.

The youma scowled, leaped into the air only to throw itself at the defenseless girl.

He sent out a banishing charm, throwing the Princess out of harms way. She landed a few feet away, stumbled on her blades, but managed to stay standing.

"Sailor Moon," a new voice shouted from above. Both Harry and the Princess looked up to find another uniquely dressed warrior. But her attired mainly consisted of black. "Use this," the older woman called, throwing something at the Princess. Sailor Moon, caught it, gazed at it for a moment before nodding. "Right," she shouted.

"It's a master brooch," the older woman explained. "It will give you any transformation you wish, and you can use any of your attacks, old or new." With this said, a portal opened, and the woman vanished from the fight.

Harry stared after the vanished beauty. What is with this world, he asked, wondering if he was the only one noticing all the beautiful people that lived in this city?

A white light pulsating from the middle of the rink had him looking for the Princess, shortly after the new senshi vanished. She stood there in the center of the light. The uniform she was wearing, set of white wings that gave her an angel appearance vanished. Those along with the ball like sleeves, white boots, and red, yellow and black skirt. In their place a whole new outfit formed. This one was red white and blue. It was more practical than her last, but he had to admit, he did miss the wings.

"Moon Tiara Action," Sailor Moon shouted, throwing a golden disk at the youma. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched it cut the youma in half. "Moon Spiral Heart Attack!" she cried, and the remains of the youma turned to a fine dust, which was quickly swept away by an invisible wind.

Sailor Moon stood still on the ice, holding a strange looking scepter. But after a moment of hesitation, she dropped her arm, and the weapon vanished from sight.

The muggles, which had been locked in a prison of ice, fell to the ground, set free now that the youma was gone. As if knowing she wasn't needed any longer here, Sailor Moon turned to him, smiled and then seemingly disappeared.

Harry nodded, raised his wand, and apparated back to the apartment. Setsuna was waiting in his room for him. "How did it go," she asked as soon as he appeared.

Startled, he stared at her for a moment, wondering why he felt like he had just seen her somewhere else. "Um, okay," he replied carefully.

"Thank you," Setsuna said after a moment of silence. "The Princess would have needed our aid, hadn't you been there to help her." Harry frowned, his brows drawing together. "The Princess doesn't like us putting ourselves in danger for her safety."

Harry put his wand away as she spoke. He then went in search for something to wear for the day. "How do you plan to make me stronger," he asked, changing the subject. He'd been wondering that since the first battle in the park. He had only come across two youmas; none seemingly made him work too hard to fight.

Setsuna exhaled, the sound light and mirthful. Like she had found his question funny. Hugging his clothes to his chest, he turned to look at her.

"I want to make you care first," she replied at last. "I watched your life, Harry. From the moment you were born to your last fight with Voldemort.

"Each fight, you fought to live, to survive, to protect the ones you loved, or fought because you had no choice," as she said this, her voice became cold and harsh. "But you never cared. You didn't care if whether you lived, or died, just as long as you tried.

"But your fight with Voldemort, I saw it. When you knew you were defeated, I saw the emotion. An emotion you had been sadly lacking all of your life.

"You wanted to live."

Harry stared at her, trying to keep his emotions in check. "So in order to make you stronger Harry," she continued. "I have to make you want to live. Give you a reason for living."

At that moment the doorbell rang. "That will be Bunny," she said absently, standing from where she sat on the bed, she moved to his bedroom door. "When your done getting dressed, come down and join us," she offered, and quietly left the room.

Harry stared after her in confusion for a moment, but quickly shook it off. Shedding his robes, he changed his boxers, threw on a pair of jeans, and a sweatshirt. Straitening his shirt, he ran his hand through his messy hair, before looking himself in the mirror. As good as it's going to get, he realized. These people had been helping him gain the much-needed weight for his height. He was tall and wiry, his skin stretched over bones, and his muscles few and weak from lack of nourishment.

Leaving his room, he could hear laughter from below and the smell of cooking. It made his stomach growl in hunger, but he suppressed the urge to race to the kitchen. Making his way to the living room, he was greeted with a Christmas tree, lights, stockings, and more. Setsuna, Michiru, and Haruka sat around the tree looking at their presents, smiling and laughing.

"Harry," Michiru greeted when she saw him. Haruka looked up, the corner of her mouth quirking. "Hey kid," she said in turn, while Setsuna just nodded in acknowledgement.

Harry flushed, his cheeks warming at the thought that he was intruding on their moment of happiness and sharing. He had forgotten what day it was.

"Harry," a familiar voice squealed, and he was grabbed around the waist in a bear hug. Looking down he saw a pair of twin golden buns, and a mop of black hair. "Bunny," he replied, feeling the pressure on his heart ease at the sight of her.

"Of course!" she beamed, pulling away. She was hugging Hotaru close to her, cooing and cuddling the baby. "Who else would want to come see you," she joked. But despite the mirth in her voice, the words hurt. He knew no one else here, so she was right.

"Yea, your right," he said softly. "Um, I think I'll go out for a bit," he tried to excuse himself.

"No way," Bunny pouted. "Who'll open your presents then?"

Harry blinked, staring at her for a moment, before looking over at his stack of presents. "I got presents," he whispered. The pressure returned, harsher this time than before. "Come on, sit down," Bunny ushered him forward, helping him sit. "Open mine first," she said with excitement.

"But I didn't get any of you presents," he started to object. Setsuna looked at him firmly, her eyes set with a determined gaze. "Don't object Harry. It's the thought that matter," she replied.

Bunny nodded in agreement. "She's right you know. Setsuna knows everything, so its better if you just agree and go along with it," she added. "Now open it." She shoved a small box his way, her blue eyes wide and full of life.

They care, he thought. Is that what Setsuna meant? To think something as trivial as a smile, a look, or a touch, mattered?

In order for him to become stronger, he had to care about living his life. The life given him, whether it was a good one or a bad one.

Harry looked at Hotaru, who stared at him expectantly. She knew. Her life would be full of pain and heartache, and yet she wanted to live it. She was given a life of little hope of living, of a life with a bad heart that kept her from doing what everyone else could. And yet, there she was, knowing what her life would be like, and she still wanted to live it.

A smile touched Harry's mouth, and for the first time since he could remember, a strain that had blackened his heart since he was a child lifted itself, and disappeared. "Thank you," he said, addressing the room at hand. Tacking the given package, he proceeded to tear into it, just so he could enjoy the prize that lay inside.

And from now on, he would learn to live his life, instead of just surviving it.

"Merry, Christmas, Harry," Bunny whispered and gave him a quick hug before retreating to her own stack of presents.

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Well i hope you enjoyed the chapter sorry it took so long.

LP