Bear with me.

Warnings: I started this story before I 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.

Thanks to all of the wonderful reviews, very much appreciated!

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Chapter five:
Who Are You Really?

Harry woke with a start early the next morning. The smell of bacon and eggs filtered in through the crack of the door. He inhaled sharply, loving the smell of breakfast already cooking.

And then, as if to add to the moment, someone pressed themselves closer to Harry's side. Startled, he looked down to find a mop of black hair tucked in just beneath his arm. Hotaru, he thought, a smile curving his lips.

Looking over the small girl's head, he spied Usagi lying on her back, with one arm tucked beneath Hotaru, and her head rolled to one side. The soft sounds of her snoring made his smile grow.

Suddenly a flash lit the room. Harry blinked back the blinding light and turned towards the source. He found Minako holding a camera to her face, a huge grin on her partially hidden face, standing in the bedroom doorway.

Harry scowled in return and quickly pried Hotaru from him. "Oh come on, don't let me interrupt the moment," Minako said with a laugh. "You guys looked really cute together."

Rei appeared in the doorway then. "Time to get up lazy bones. Breakfast is being served," she said, before continuing on. Minako followed soon after, leaving Harry alone with the two girls.

With a small sigh, Harry peered down at Hotaru. His heat now gone, she had rolled over, and snuggled close to Usagi. "Hotaru," he called, seeing if she was a light sleeper. She moved, but that was about it.

"Mmm, that smells good," Usagi commented sleepily. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as if to savor the smell.

Usagi opened her eyes to look at him then, her smile was lazy and content. "Umm, I slept really good," she added. "It's been a long time since I've slept in this bed."

Careful so that she didn't jar Hotaru, she sat up. "Did you sleep all right," she asked him. Harry nodded, unable to find his voice. Usagi looked rumpled and half awake, as she stretched. Her hair pulled out during the night fell loosely around her like a blanket.

Harry jumped to his feet, when he heard a scream from below. Hotaru woke from the sound and blinked wearily about the room. "Wuz wrong," she murmured, still sleepy.

"You two stay there," he directed and started for the door. He pulled it open and peered out into the hallway.

"What the hell was that," a voice shouted from below.

"Like I know. All I did was open the door, and the thing came flyin-"

"Nande kuso, it's heading upstairs! Someone get it!" he heard Rei shout.

Harry let out a shout, when the old barn owl flew right into him. Falling back, he toppled over and landed on his rear. "Bloody hell," he cursed, wincing from the pain that shot up from his tailbone.

"An owl," Usagi asked incredulously. Looking over, he found that the bird had crash-landed on the bed, and was now being inspected by a very alert Hotaru.

Harry got to his feet grudgingl, and moved towards the bed. Taking the envelope tied to the owl's leg, he inspected the address.

It was written out to H. Potter. Frowning, he tore the envelope open to inspect the contents.

Harry,

I hope Remus has talked some sense into you. I know you write to him, and vise versa. Hermione is hurt that you refuse to tell her or Ron about your health. I'll ask you this, and only once. Hermione and I are inviting you to our wedding; we would be pleased to see you there.

Even if it's only to tell us to bugger off, and tell us you are well, we would very much appreciate it. Hermione more than I, because for all the pain you have caused her all these years, I hope you die a horrid death.

It's a shame, the man who fought and defeated Voldemort is too afraid to even see his friends. It makes me wonder if whether you deserve anyone's love at all, if you can just throw your friends away as you have.

I have asked Remus to give you this, since I am sure you have decided after he wrote to you that you would not be coming. If you cant come, than fine. Hermione and I will find someone else to take your place. The wedding is next Thursday; please RSVP us.

Draco Malfoy

Harry stared at the letter for a long moment, before he crumpled it up in his hand, and shoved it into his pocket.

"You get letters from an owl," Usagi asked, staring at the bird strangely. Even though it had done what it should, it seemed to refuse to take flight and return to Remus. "Usagi," he started, staring at the bird. "I have a few things I need to take care of today."

The blonde looked at him then. "Oh, okay, well then how bout we go out for ice cream tonight," she offered.

Nodding, Harry said, "Just stop by the store, I'll be there."

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Usagi arrived at Merlin's Beard at six. Finishing up the rest of his work, he closed the store down and followed her out into the warm evening air.

"Everything all right," she asked when they had left the block and turned onto another street. Harry nodded, his mind distracted. Usagi took him to an ice cream shop he'd never realized was there.

After ordering their ice cream, the two of them found a seat and removed their jackets. Usagi fiddled with the sleeves of her jean jacket, before setting it down. Harry on the other hand stared blankly down at the tabletop. "Usagi I haven't been entirely truthful with you," he said at last.

He was interrupted, when a young man in a white uniform delivered their ice cream, and left without a word. "Oh," she said, while playing with her hot fudge sundae.

"My name isn't James, its Harry," he said lifting his eyes to look at her. She was staring at him expectantly, her expression neutral. "My name is Harry James Potter. I told you it was James, because- because I've been in hiding."

She still didn't say anything, but she also didn't touch the ice cream she had been looking forward to eating. "I'm sorry I lied to you."

Usagi flushed suddenly, her eyes dropping to the table. "Well you know, I haven't told you everything either," she said sheepishly. "Remember when I mention the Sailor Senshi," she asked. "They were a group of women who used their powers to fight evil here in Tokyo. Up until four years ago, that is."

Harry frowned at the direction their conversation had gone. But then he thought about what she was saying, and he looked at her then. Truly looked at her. "You," he started to say, but stopped to think about what she was implying.

Usagi nodded. "Yea, I know it's hard to believe," she said nervously, as she fiddled with one of her pigtails. "I was there leader."

He watched as she took a bite of her ice cream then. After enjoying the bite, she asked, "So, why are you hiding?"

Forcing himself to look away, he turned his gaze to his own ice cream. "There was an evil wizard and I killed him," he explained.

"You must mean that guy, um He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or something like that," Usagi said, laughing at the ridicules name. A name that had struck fear into many people's heart. "You know about Voldemort," he asked. How could she not know anything about the Wizarding world, and yet know about Voldemort?

Usagi finished her ice cream and shoved the bowl forward. "Is that his name? Weird, well anyway, Amy told me about him a long time ago. I guess when she was like ten she was invited to this magic school, and she went there for about four years, before she moved here. She told me a lot about London, but not a whole lot about her school," Usagi said with a shrug.

"Amy went to Hogwarts?" he asked incredulously. No wonder she kept cornering me and asking me a bunch questions last night.

"Um, maybe, I don't really remember a whole lot of what she told me," Usagi said with a nervous laugh. "Back then I was more interested in with mangas, then the world at hand."

The next few hours seemed to pass by in a blur. A weight had lifted from Harry's shoulders. As if telling Usagi his real name, had freed him of his last restraints, the ones that had kept him locked away from the world. And so he told her, not everything, but told her about Harry, and not about James. How Harry was an orphan who lived with his Aunt and Uncle, and how he found himself with such a great destiny, that at points he found it almost too much to handle. And though he never planned to mention it, he ended his tale, with him running away and ending up here. By then though, Usagi had finished her third sundae, and Harry had hardly touched his first.

"Wow it's late," he said, realizing that the sky had turned dark. "How bout I walk you home."

Harry paid for their dessert and together they left the Ice Cream Parlor, and started for her house. "So do you ever plan on going back," she asked at last, speaking up for the first time since he had started talking. He thought of the letters given to him lately. Urging him to come home.

They reached her apartment, and once again Harry stood in front of her, as she stopped at the door to look back at him. "Usagi, a friend of mine is getting married this Thursday. And I was wondering if you'd like to come with me," he asked.

"I'd love to," she said, her smile glowing in the moon's light. Without meaning to and yet his body moved on its own accord, he took a step towards her. Leaning in, before his courage left him, he kissed her. Pulling back a moment later he said, "all right, then I'll see you tomorrow."

Her cheeks burning red, Usagi nodded. "Okay. Goodnight Harry," she said, pulling him in for a quick hug. Afterwards, she slipped away into her apartment building.

He stood there for a moment longer, his expression troubled. What kind of a mess was he getting himself into now?

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Usagi stared at her closet full of clothes wondering just what should she wear. What did a person wear to a wedding? She asked herself. She didn't have a clue considering she'd never been to a wedding before. "I still have a few days though," she added aloud.

With a groan, she pulled down her suitcase, and dropped it at her feet. "What is the weather like in England, anyway?" Usagi sighed, unsure what she would need. And so like many before her, she packed a little bit of everything. By the time she added her toiletries, she could barely get the zipper to work.

"Oh come on," she whined. Lying down on the bulging suitcase, she forced the zipper to close. Getting up, she sat down her luggage, and let out a breath of relief.

Just then her doorbell sounded. "Oh no!" Jumping up, Usagi raced around her bedroom. In less than five minutes, she was dress. Running to the front door of her apartment, she stuffed her bobby pins in her mouth, and pulled it open.

Smiling sheepishly at Harry, she waved him inside. While he inspected the living room, she managed to get her hair up into the twin buns. "Sorry bout that, couldn't find anything to wear," she explained.

Harry turned then, and Usagi paused in her attempt to shut her door. Staring at him, she tried to think of what was different. "You cut your hair," she blurted out suddenly. He nodded, his movements jerky. His hair was cut short now, but loose enough. A strand she noticed kept sticking up, giving him an unkempt look.

As if nervous, he reached up to touch a spot on his forehead. It was a habit that had intrigued her. But this time, she saw that he was touching a scar. It wasn't very noticeable, but beneath his bangs, was a lightning bolt scar.

"What happened?" she asked, moving forward. She took hold of his face between her hands to inspect the scar more closely.

"I've had this scar since I was one," he said.

Usagi stared at him incredulously. Last night it hadn't been there. Pulling away from him, Usagi studied him closely. Last night, he had been James Potter. But today, he stood before her as Harry Potter. "I like it," she said with a smile.

And to her satisfaction, his face turned red.

"Uh, well, we should probably be going," he said quickly. "We'll need to get there before nightfall."

Usagi nodded, and quickly left the room to enter her bedroom. She grabbed her jacket, purse, and suitcase. Looking about the room, she decided she had everything she needed.

Upon entering the living room, she found Harry scratching Luna's neck. "Is she coming with us," he asked, indicating the cat. Luna gave her a look, in which Usagi sighed. "I guess," she said with a frown. Reaching the two, she grabbed a hold of Luna, and draped her over her shoulder.

"So how are we traveling," she finally asked, as they made their way to the street in front of her apartment. "By bus," he said, with a smile. He raised his wand hand, and made a signal.

"A bus?"

Usagi was cut off, when a violently purple bus with gold lettering suddenly materialized in front of them. What the-

She stared wide-eyed as a gangly red haired boy stepped out to greet them. Instead of speaking, he collected their bags, and heaved them up onto the bus. Harry and Usagi followed quickly behind him.

Indicating with one hand, the boy said, "These are your beds. Where will you be heading this morning?"

Harry situated himself and Usagi in the beds, before he turned to the wizard he didn't recognize. "Uh, I- well we are headed to the Leaky Cauldron in London England," he said quickly. He grabbed a hold of his bed knowing what was to come next.

"Hold on tight," he instructed. Usagi did as told, and just in time. The bus jerked into motion, flying through the streets. It weaved in and out of traffic, and forced unanimated object to jump out of its way.

Looking over at the blonde seated next to him, Harry smiled. She lay in her bed with her eyes squeezed shut. "Might as well get some sleep," he said aloud. "It's going to be a long week."

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Ok no one get upset please. I know the whole spilling guts thing is sort of too soon. I agree, I'm not happy with it myself. But I have no choice.

For one, I am sick and tired of seeing the main character gets ticked off at the other because of some lie, or hold back on the truth, or whatever, it is soooooooo overrated. So instead of jumping to conclusions, Usagi gave him the benefit of the doubt. Instead of saying, YOU LIAR! Or HOW COULD YOU, kind of thing, she listened to see why he lied. I'm not saying this is a bad thing; it's just, because all authors do it. Even the most famous ones, and I HATE it. I even catch myself doing it, so just this once, nope! Not this time. Sorry.

Two, This story was only supposed to be a few chapters long. It's expanding to more than I had thought, but I by only two or three more chapters. I don't want to ruin a story like this, by dragging it out. So this chapter was more like to get the ball rolling. It should pick up now, so hang on tight, because its going to be a bumpy ride.

Next chapter a reunion with Harry and his friends, how is Usagi going to handle everyone's curious stares?

ENJOY! And happy belated holidays!

LP