A big thanks thrown out to all the wonderful reviews. I am pleased to find so many liked it. Thank you, thank you!

Warnings: I started this story beforeI read the sixth book. So in here, Draco became a spy for the Order,and joined the good side, before the end of voldemort and helped bring him down.

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Chapter two:
A Celebration Like No Other

Around six o'clock that evening, Harry closed up shop and pocketed his keys. After a rocky morning, things had settled down to a lull. He had gotten a few customers, and had made great business. It was intriguing how interested people were into wizard's and witches' things.

Shaking his head, Harry stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jacket. His umbrella hung from his arm, but since it wasn't raining he didn't open it. Walking slowly, he chose not to go home right away.

Instead he went the other way, following the traffic of people who were also just getting off work. His walk was short, since his destination was a fancy restaurant in the heart of Tokyo. They had wonderful food and great service. He also knew the cook/owner of the restaurant, The Emerald Palace, and got the best table reserved for him whenever he came in.

And tonight like many before it, he shuffled in through the door. He pried the umbrella from his arm and slipped out of his coat. The doorman took his belongings and hung them in a closet next to him. "Welcome, Mr. Potter," the doorman greeted with a kind smile. A smile in which Harry returned.

"Thank you," he replied, before he moved to the small podium just a few steps away. "James," the woman smiled and came out from behind the podium. "Makoto," he nodded in return and let her hug him. "How are you," he asked, studying the tall brunette. She was a wonderful chef and took real good care of her customers.

"I'm fine, and you," she asked in return. He answered the same way.

"Lets get you seated," she said at last, and directed him to his favorite table. It was a table that sat next to a window that overlooked a small garden in the back behind the restaurant. Makoto had told him a friend of hers had designed the garden for her.

When he took his usual seat, Makoto handed him a menu, and then excused herself.

Harry eyed the list of food he had to choose from, but opted for the usual meal he got. A steak medium rare, a baked potato, and a glass of wine.

A few minutes later a waitress arrived to take his order, and then hurried off the have it made.

It was unusual to find the restaurant so empty. But tonight only a select few of the tables were open, leaving room for privacy. That is, if people didn't raise their voices.

When his food arrived, he thanked the waitress, and dug in. The meal was divine, like he expected. An hour later and three glasses of wine, Harry was just finishing when a couple sat down a few tables over.

From the rim of his wine glass he watched the pair make their order, and then turned to each to talk after the waitress had left. Setting his glass down, he pored himself another and sighed in content. It was starting to get dark and he realized he would have to go home soon.

The couple looked like they were having a heated discussion over something important. Too bad he didn't have an extra Extendable Ears, the Weasley twins had made in his fifth year of Hogwarts, so that he could eavesdrop.

It soon came apparent though that he didn't need them. "What are you saying," the young blonde asked, her voice raising over all the other conversations in the room. She looked agitated, but he had heard a slight tremor in her voice when she had spoken.

"Please Usagi, don't make a scene," the dark haired man asked, his mouth forming a frown. "A scene," the girl hissed, her face turning red with indignation. "You want to see a scene." and then right there in the restaurant, with everyone watching, the blonde grabbed her glass of, what Harry believed to be soda, and threw its contents at her date.

Harry snorted, his eyes watering as the scene unfolding before him. He couldn't believe what that small girl had just done. The girl then went into a tirade in Japanese, all of which Harry was positive to be bad words and insults, all directed at her date.

"How dare you," she suddenly added in English. "Waiting till now to-" the young woman was cut off in her haste to get to her feet when her date grabbed her hand. "Let go of me," she snapped, her blue eyes spitting fire at her black haired companion.

Harry, who was slightly buzzed, didn't really think before he acted. So when he got up and walked towards their table, he didn't think he was really doing that. In fact, he thought he was still at his table watching the scene play out,that is, until he stopped in front of theirs.

As his shadow fell across the pair, the two looked up at him.

"Uh," he began, looking at the girl and then at her date. Clearing his throat, he let whatever popped into his mind next, to come rushing out of his mouth without much thought on it. "I am so sorry I missed our lunch date," he began, sounding really apologetic. "Something came up at the store and I would have called, but I've miss placed my cell phone."

He turned his green eyes squarely on the girl then, feeling much more comfortable than he should.

"Oh," the girl murmured, her blue eyes wide with surprise as she stared up at him. And then slowly realization, and gratefulness seemed fill their dark depths. "Well, I'm though here," she added after a long moment of pause, and pulled her hand free. "I don't mind giving you a second chance."

Harry hid his smile behind a cough. Stepping back, he aloud her to stand and then followed her to the door. There, they retrieved their things, and were informed that it was raining.

Helping the young woman into her coat, before he pulled on his own, he waited till they stood under the awning before he popped open his umbrella. The two of them stood close together, and as one they stepped out into the rain. "Thanks," the girl said at last, her face glowing. "I'm Usagi Tsukino," she greeted and held out her hand. Harry took it and shook it firmlyas he said his own name. "James Potter."

"James Potter," she repeated, letting the name roll on her tongue. "Are you American, or British," she asked.

"British," he replied. They paused next to a tree, to stare out across the street. The rain poured from the heavens as if it held the ocean over a sieve.

"Usagi," a voice shouted from behind them. The two turned as one, looking at the drenched man from the restaurant. "What do you want," Usagi asked, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm tired of your games Mamoru, I've had enough!" she reached for something that was on her hand, and Harry realized it was a ring. She yanked it off, and threw it at her date. "Lets go James," she said sounding annoyed and upset all at once.

With a small nod, Harry directed the blonde away from the other man and the two of them continued their walking. They made their way silently, not daring to talk after that last scene.

"So how's your store holding up," she finally asks, sounding tired. "Huh," Harry replied looking surprised. Usagi quirked a smile as she looked up at him. "You said something happened at your store," she supplied.

"Oh!" he laughed nervously, feeling like the moron he truly was. "I own a small store called Merlin's Beard. Its that way," he explained pointing behind them. "About two block or so. I sell wizards and witches artifacts."

"Really," she said sounding excited suddenly. "Maybe I'll stop by sometime to check it out."

Harry smiled in return. He let her lead him down another street. "Who was that," he asked over a moment of silence. "That guy back in the restaurant."

His blonde companion sighed, her shoulder falling. "My fian- my ex-fiancé," she answered. "I'm sorry if we ruined your meal. Mamoru Chiba, my soon to be husband and boyfriend of six years broke up with me."

"Oh," was all he could say.

It wasn't long before they reached Usagi's apartment building. "Thank you for walking me home," she whispered, a faint blush touching her cheeks. "And thanks for helping me out at the restaurant."

Harry didn't say anything right away. Instead he watched her, studying her in the light of moon since the sun had fallen and the rain had stopped. She wore a light pink dress that was form fitting around her chest, but flared at her hips and reach her knees in length. She also wore matching sandals. Her hair, spun gold had been tied into two buns on either side of her head, with tails that fell like a waterfall over her shoulders to her calves. Her smile was hesitant, but her blue eyes were bright and warm.

"It was nice meeting you, Usagi," he said at last. "I guess I'll see you around."

He lifted a hand to wave, before he turned and started walking away. "Ja ne James kun. Sayonara!"

Harry felt his smile broaden, but he didn't look back. Instead he hurried home, because he was sure he was going to get a good night sleep tonight.

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The next day, Harry went through his usual routine of getting ready and going to work.

When he arrived, he shuffled into his store and flipped the sign around before walking to the counter. He set his mail onto the growing stack, and pulled out the newspaper.

Today the announcment of Mamoru Chiba and Usagi Tsukino's engagement cancelled, was front page news. He was disgusted that reporters would sink their teeth into such a touchy subject but read what they wrote anyway.

It appeared Mr. Chiba was moving to America to become a Doctor, and leaving his troubled past, good and bad peices of it behind in Japan. Too bad, since Usagi was a really nice girl.

Harry skipped the rest of the news and moved on to The Prophecy. The front page consisted of the Ministry catching another Death Eater, and locking the murderer in Azkaban. There was nothing on the article from yesterday's paper.

Hedwig chose that moment to arrive carrying another letter for him to read. What it read, was nothing ofimportance.

Harry,

I wish you would change your mind about your decision. Your friends miss you, and want you to come to the wedding. They hope you can forgive them in their lapse of judgment and come home.

Harry I must implore that you come home. It will do you some good, and maybe if you do, your nightmares might go away. Please, come home for the wedding, even if for a moment. Just to give Hermione her gift in person.

Please come home Harry.

Remus Lupin.

Harry sighed, crumpled upthe letter and threw it away. How could he go back, after running away like he had. They wished he would forgive them, only he wished they could forgive him. He feared the looks he knew would be sent at him. The disgust and fear. He was a murderer. He had killed Voldemort in cold blood. Harry had read the muggles' books on law. If he had been a muggle he would have been locked away, for premeditative murder. Since he had been planning to kill Voldemort, the fact that he had managed to do it in self defense could be null in void.

He was better off staying away from his friends. They deserved happiness,and they all had found it, without him being there, while when he was around only bad things seemed to ever happen.

Harry straightened the counter, cleaning up his mess, before moving to clean up his store. He was just finishing up around noon, when he heard the door open for the first time that day. He stepped out of the aisle of books and greeted the customer. The young man nodded, but continued to look at Harry's collection of old Wizard swords. A collection his parents had stored away in the bank. They weren't for sell, but used as decorations.

Just as the levitating broom near the ceiling wasn't for sell. That was his firebolt, one he wished to not part from anytime soon. But the books he had gotten for school, or bought over that last four years were, and the potions he had brewed, and the charmed artifacts. He had a table near the center where people could sit and try the candies he stored on his counter, or could read the books instead of buying.

Harry was about to turn back to his straightening when he saw something move outside his window. Turning his head, Harry stared at the face pressed against the glass.

The shock had him bolting for the back room and ducking behind the door. He heard the jingle of his door when it opened.

"He's a really nice guy," he heard. "Rei you'll like him. He was there for me when Mamo-baka broke up with me and the guy didn't even know me."

"That's what worries me," another feminine voice said in reply. Harry looked out at the two young woman as they looked at his sword collection. "Is this supposed to be a magic shop," the raven haired woman asked, her eyes studying the flying broom.

"It's not a magic shop," he said, sounding irritated. "It's a wizard and witch shop."

Both woman looked up at him as he entered the front of the store. "James," Usagi said with a smile. "Rei, this is James Potter. James, this is Rei Hino my best friend."

Harry nodded at the violet eyed stranger as a way of greeting. And she did the same.

"So," Usagi began, as she continued her inspection of the store. "What all do you sell anyway."

Harry followed, but not very close, since Rei gave him a look when he moved towards her friend. "Uh, well, all kinds of stuff," he explained. "Books, spells, charms, stuff like that."

"Really," Usagi breathed, as she caught her eye on something from the top shelf.

"What kind of charms," Rei asked from behind him. She was looking at the rows of books, reading their titles. Harry turned to her then. "Well what most people want. Luck, happiness, love, and wake up charms. I try to keep my items clean."

A sound from behind him caught his attention. Whirling around at the same time Rei did, the two caught Usagi trying to climb the shelf in order to reach something from the top. Only she had fallen and the shelf was threatening to fall on top of her.

"Get out of the way," Rei shouted, trying to get to her friend and help her. But Harry was quicker. He said something beneath his breath as if he was chanting, and held out his hand. The shelf froze that along with everything that was on it stopped their decent onto Usagi's head.

"Wha-?" Usagi stammered in surprised as she stared at the immobilized shelf. She slowly turned her gaze over to Harry then. "How?"

Harry moved his hands in a certain way, and the shelf then straightened, and the items were replaced in their usual spots. "Very interesting," Rei murmured from behind him. "Of all the things I expected you to do, wandless magic wasn't on the list."

Harry pivoted on his heels so that he could look at her now. How did she- was she a witch? he wondered.

"You probably shouldn't have come," he said at last. He moved towards Usagi and helped her to her feet. "C-can you do that again," she asked with excitement, her eyes begging him to.

Harry paused. Grimacing at the stare given to him, he wondered if she would look at himthe same way she did now,if she knew what he had done with his magic. "Accio purse," he said. Usagi's purse, which was still on the floor flew up into his hands.

"Sugio!" the blonde cried, her face full of excitement now. "So does that make you a wizard then," she asked, and Harry nodded. He wondered if he could get into trouble for telling a muggle.

"Usagi we need to get going, we have to meet the others in fifteen minutes," Rei warned from where she stood at the door. "But Rei," Usagi pouted, but Rei only glared at her in return.

Turning to Harry then, Usagi lifted herself up onto her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Thanks again James," she said with a small smile. "I guess I'll see you around-" she trailed off like she wanted to say more, but then decided not to.

She was almost out the door when Harry called her back. "Hey Usagi, would you like to hand out tomorrow night."

"Yes," she grinned, "I would love to James!"

"All right," he said. "I'll come by your house around seven then."

Usagi nodded, her blue eyes shinning in the ray of sunlight. "It's a date." the bubbly blonde then bounced out of the store and hurried to catch up with her friend.

Harry sighed, his eyes closing briefly, before he opened them into narrowed sits. "I figured it was only time before one of you found me here," Harry said aloud, his eyes staring in the direction he had seen movement. He heard a curse and then a rush of movement. "Stupefy!" he shouted, and the young man from earlier dropped to the floor at his feet.

"You and I," he said as he crouched down. "Are going to have a little talk." as he said this, the lights dimmed and the sign at the door switched over. The door locked and Harry grabbed the Death Eater by the collar of his shirt, and drug him to the back. "Now tell me, how many of you know I'm here?"

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Well? How do you like Usagi's entrance? I liked it,I thought it was very bold, and kind of humorous. I would love to throw my soda, ahem, nevermind that. I hoped you liked it. Here are some feedback on the reviews,

Thanks goes out to all those who reviewed, thank you! Dee, Blackrosebunny, datajana, Dragonpink, Firehedgehog, darknesscomes, Usagi Asia Maxwell,Henio41, Suuki-Aldrea, Fire Dolphin

pure-sweet: of course i have. :)

angelwings6117: You do have a point there. But Dumbledore was already pretty old when he did that. Harry on the other hand is 17/18 years old. he's still wet behind the ears, and he defeats a wizard that not even Dumbledore could take care of. But by reading on, you'll realize, that the fear his friends felt was only brief, but it was all Harry saw.

Raining Blood Red Moon: Harry/Usagi

Eternal Cosmos: yes it will be.