Disclaimer: See Prologue.
A/N: Many thanks to Redbird, Gyre, Maguswizard, trigun 1 girl, and Mysao- werewolf for their reviews! I feel so loved!! ^.^
Redbird: I'm sorry I killed off Ranma, but it was a necessary sacrifice * sniffles * I loved him too!!!
Gyre: Hope chap. 1 answered your question about Dumbledore.
Maguswizard: The eye colour problem? All shall be revealed in Chap. 2! So please keep reading!!
Trigun 1 girl: Thanks for the vote of encouragement. And Harry isn't going to be Ranma, as you'll see real soon. I've got my own little story line planned out. Hope you'll like it.
Mysao-werewolf: No.. * twiddles fingers * Harry won't be wearing glasses.. but you'll see why soon enough.
'A lie told often enough becomes the truth.' Lenin (1870 - 1924)
Chapter 2 - Home Coming
'Merlin's beard, Fudge!!' The infamous auror known most commonly as Mad-Eye Moody slammed his hands down on the desk causing several sheets of loose paper to waft up and the little sign that read 'Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic' to rattle.
'We've already got every single bloody auror that's not confined in a bed somewhere or locked up in St.Mungo's looking!! What else do you want us to do?!' He growled roughly, shoving his face lined with multiple scars right up close to a sweating Fudge's.
'W-well, are you sure you've searched thoroughly enough?' Fudge gave a squeak.
'Thorough? THOROUGH?! We've turned the whole bloody country upside down and inside out!! I tell you Fudge, that boy isn't in the country, either that or he's.. he's been disposed of.' Moody's expression turned most solemn.
'I'm afraid there isn't much more we can do.'
So after five and a half months of being labeled as missing, Harry Potter was now unofficially declared as deceased.
* * *
Genma Saotome felt giddiness well up inside him as he spied land over the horizon.
Sure, baked beans, cereal, chestnuts, and fruit juice would be considered almost a luxury from what he usually managed to get his hands on while on training trips - but every single day for five months straight? He shook his head.
'Can't wait to get out of this hellhole.'
Beckoning the emerald-eyed child over, he began stuffing empty cans and boxes back into their crates, soon the toddler began to follow suit.
Nodding satisfactorily, he left the child to the task and began to devise a plan on how to sneak off the ship without being discovered.
It wasn't going to be as easy as it was in England, he thought. For they were back in his homeland where there were many practicing martial artists though none as good as him -of course.
Not only that, but the boy had grown somewhat in the past few months and he wasn't going to have it as easy hurling him around.
The child had finished stacking the last few empty baked bean cans into the crate and was now looking expectantly in his direction, he gave the toddler a careful scrutinizing.
The boy had improved a lot and was now most efficient at dodging the flying projectiles aimed often at him. He was walking with confidence and was very quick and slippery to get a hold of.
This, Genma had learnt by personal experience when the child, in a fit of mischievousness, had stolen his bandana.
Peering out of the round window again he saw that the land was quickly closing in and night was just falling.
Eyes darting around the dim musty room they occupied he sighted an emergency exit that most likely lead right up to lower deck.
An idea began to form in his head.
Perhaps it was time to teach the boy how to swim.
* * *
Nodoka Saotome hummed tunelessly to herself as she prepared dinner. Chopping up the last of the onions she made a mental note:
'Must go shopping tomorrow.'
Reheating last night's stew over the stove, she sighed.
Oh how she missed her little boy! She even missed Genma, as pig-headed and stubborn as he maybe.
She only hoped that he was treating Ranma all right, she had insisted that he doesn't take little Ranma on a training trip until he was at least five. But the man was like a dog with a bone - once he had an idea he just wouldn't let it go.
Sighing again she began setting a single place on the table. The house was so empty and lifeless without them.
A movement outside caught her eye.
She looked up and stumbled.
Two figures, one big and one small were making their way up the narrow walkway towards the house.
They were back! They were finally back!
Still holding her china bowl she rushed outside to meet them.
'Genma! Ranma!' She cried joyously hurrying forward but froze when she sighted her husband and the small unfamiliar green-eyed child beside him.
She felt as if plunged into icy water.
'Wh-Where's is Ranma?' She asked hesitantly craning her neck as if the large man was hiding her baby behind his back.
Genma gave a forced smile.
'He's gone Nodoka. But don't you worry,' He prodded the small figure forward. 'We've got this boy now, he even has eyes the colour of your favourite stones.'
All the blood drained out of Nodoka's face, and she felt suddenly nauseous.
'Gone?' She whispered hoarsely. 'Wha-what do you mean Genma? This isn't funny.'
The man in question just shook his head.
'I'm sorry Nodoka, I know you were fond of the boy. But really, it is partly your fault that he's gone - you pampered him too much! He was too weak and not worthy to be my heir.'
Shoving the toddler forward again he said:
'I have chosen him to be my new heir, he shows real potential and I'll allow you to dote on him as much as you want. How about that?'
The china bowl fell with a crash to lay shattered on the ground.
'Out! Get out!!' Nodoka screamed, silent tears making their way down her face.
'Nodoka! Be-'
'OUT!!'
Seeing that his wife wasn't in the most susceptible of moods, Genma slung the green-eyed child over his shoulders like a sack full of potatoes and began retreating before the woman could start to get violent.
'I'll make this boy the best martial artist in the world! And a man among man! You'll be proud to call him son!' He cried over his shoulder as he scrambled down the tiny path.
As Genma Saotome vaulted over the gate with the name 'Saotome' printed on in small neat writing he silently promised that he'll do everything in his power to make the child a master of the Anything Goes School of martial arts.
Then Nodoka will see she was wrong to doubt him.
Why, she would probably even welcome him back with open arms.
* * *
Watching the retreating form of her husband Nodoka sank down to her knees, not even noticing that pieces of broken china had pierced her flesh and bright red droplets of blood rolled down her legs.
She turned her hateful gaze sky wards and cursed the gods for taking away her son, cursed them for taking away her life and joy, but most of all she cursed herself for having married a man such as the likes of Genma Saotome.
So on that cloudy day with the blood red sun sinking low beyond the horizon a lone woman sat outside on the footpath of her modest home and wept.
* * *
A/N: More Harry soon! I promise!!
A/N: Many thanks to Redbird, Gyre, Maguswizard, trigun 1 girl, and Mysao- werewolf for their reviews! I feel so loved!! ^.^
Redbird: I'm sorry I killed off Ranma, but it was a necessary sacrifice * sniffles * I loved him too!!!
Gyre: Hope chap. 1 answered your question about Dumbledore.
Maguswizard: The eye colour problem? All shall be revealed in Chap. 2! So please keep reading!!
Trigun 1 girl: Thanks for the vote of encouragement. And Harry isn't going to be Ranma, as you'll see real soon. I've got my own little story line planned out. Hope you'll like it.
Mysao-werewolf: No.. * twiddles fingers * Harry won't be wearing glasses.. but you'll see why soon enough.
'A lie told often enough becomes the truth.' Lenin (1870 - 1924)
Chapter 2 - Home Coming
'Merlin's beard, Fudge!!' The infamous auror known most commonly as Mad-Eye Moody slammed his hands down on the desk causing several sheets of loose paper to waft up and the little sign that read 'Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic' to rattle.
'We've already got every single bloody auror that's not confined in a bed somewhere or locked up in St.Mungo's looking!! What else do you want us to do?!' He growled roughly, shoving his face lined with multiple scars right up close to a sweating Fudge's.
'W-well, are you sure you've searched thoroughly enough?' Fudge gave a squeak.
'Thorough? THOROUGH?! We've turned the whole bloody country upside down and inside out!! I tell you Fudge, that boy isn't in the country, either that or he's.. he's been disposed of.' Moody's expression turned most solemn.
'I'm afraid there isn't much more we can do.'
So after five and a half months of being labeled as missing, Harry Potter was now unofficially declared as deceased.
* * *
Genma Saotome felt giddiness well up inside him as he spied land over the horizon.
Sure, baked beans, cereal, chestnuts, and fruit juice would be considered almost a luxury from what he usually managed to get his hands on while on training trips - but every single day for five months straight? He shook his head.
'Can't wait to get out of this hellhole.'
Beckoning the emerald-eyed child over, he began stuffing empty cans and boxes back into their crates, soon the toddler began to follow suit.
Nodding satisfactorily, he left the child to the task and began to devise a plan on how to sneak off the ship without being discovered.
It wasn't going to be as easy as it was in England, he thought. For they were back in his homeland where there were many practicing martial artists though none as good as him -of course.
Not only that, but the boy had grown somewhat in the past few months and he wasn't going to have it as easy hurling him around.
The child had finished stacking the last few empty baked bean cans into the crate and was now looking expectantly in his direction, he gave the toddler a careful scrutinizing.
The boy had improved a lot and was now most efficient at dodging the flying projectiles aimed often at him. He was walking with confidence and was very quick and slippery to get a hold of.
This, Genma had learnt by personal experience when the child, in a fit of mischievousness, had stolen his bandana.
Peering out of the round window again he saw that the land was quickly closing in and night was just falling.
Eyes darting around the dim musty room they occupied he sighted an emergency exit that most likely lead right up to lower deck.
An idea began to form in his head.
Perhaps it was time to teach the boy how to swim.
* * *
Nodoka Saotome hummed tunelessly to herself as she prepared dinner. Chopping up the last of the onions she made a mental note:
'Must go shopping tomorrow.'
Reheating last night's stew over the stove, she sighed.
Oh how she missed her little boy! She even missed Genma, as pig-headed and stubborn as he maybe.
She only hoped that he was treating Ranma all right, she had insisted that he doesn't take little Ranma on a training trip until he was at least five. But the man was like a dog with a bone - once he had an idea he just wouldn't let it go.
Sighing again she began setting a single place on the table. The house was so empty and lifeless without them.
A movement outside caught her eye.
She looked up and stumbled.
Two figures, one big and one small were making their way up the narrow walkway towards the house.
They were back! They were finally back!
Still holding her china bowl she rushed outside to meet them.
'Genma! Ranma!' She cried joyously hurrying forward but froze when she sighted her husband and the small unfamiliar green-eyed child beside him.
She felt as if plunged into icy water.
'Wh-Where's is Ranma?' She asked hesitantly craning her neck as if the large man was hiding her baby behind his back.
Genma gave a forced smile.
'He's gone Nodoka. But don't you worry,' He prodded the small figure forward. 'We've got this boy now, he even has eyes the colour of your favourite stones.'
All the blood drained out of Nodoka's face, and she felt suddenly nauseous.
'Gone?' She whispered hoarsely. 'Wha-what do you mean Genma? This isn't funny.'
The man in question just shook his head.
'I'm sorry Nodoka, I know you were fond of the boy. But really, it is partly your fault that he's gone - you pampered him too much! He was too weak and not worthy to be my heir.'
Shoving the toddler forward again he said:
'I have chosen him to be my new heir, he shows real potential and I'll allow you to dote on him as much as you want. How about that?'
The china bowl fell with a crash to lay shattered on the ground.
'Out! Get out!!' Nodoka screamed, silent tears making their way down her face.
'Nodoka! Be-'
'OUT!!'
Seeing that his wife wasn't in the most susceptible of moods, Genma slung the green-eyed child over his shoulders like a sack full of potatoes and began retreating before the woman could start to get violent.
'I'll make this boy the best martial artist in the world! And a man among man! You'll be proud to call him son!' He cried over his shoulder as he scrambled down the tiny path.
As Genma Saotome vaulted over the gate with the name 'Saotome' printed on in small neat writing he silently promised that he'll do everything in his power to make the child a master of the Anything Goes School of martial arts.
Then Nodoka will see she was wrong to doubt him.
Why, she would probably even welcome him back with open arms.
* * *
Watching the retreating form of her husband Nodoka sank down to her knees, not even noticing that pieces of broken china had pierced her flesh and bright red droplets of blood rolled down her legs.
She turned her hateful gaze sky wards and cursed the gods for taking away her son, cursed them for taking away her life and joy, but most of all she cursed herself for having married a man such as the likes of Genma Saotome.
So on that cloudy day with the blood red sun sinking low beyond the horizon a lone woman sat outside on the footpath of her modest home and wept.
* * *
A/N: More Harry soon! I promise!!