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Chapter 2

You Can't Always Get What You Want

"Haaaaaaaarry-kuuuuun!"

"Ugh…"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaarry-kuuuuuuuuuuuun!"

"Nan no!"

"Konnichi wa!"

Harry Potter, better known to his friends in Japan as Harry Subaki, rolled his eyes and turned his head to glare at the girl who was bouncing up and down behind him.

"Aika-chan…"

"Hai, Harry-kun?" chirped Aika Yui, her dark brown braids bouncing. She was Harry's best (and only, if you wanted to be truthful) friend and neighbor as well as his partner in crime.

"Stop being so cheerful," grumbled Harry.

Aika looked properly abashed and stopped bouncing on the balls of her feet. She smiled shyly at her friend and mumbled, "Sumimasen, Harry-kun."

Harry sighed and said, "It's alright, Aika-chan." He quirked a smile at her then shoved his cap up onto his forehead, causing locks of his long black hair to fall from where they'd been stuffed into the hat. Aika giggled and leaned forward to tuck a few strands back up under the cap, causing Harry to blink.

"Arigato," he mumbled, pulling his coat tightly about him.

"Iie," said Aika with a smile. She then fell to her knees and, propping her forearms on his shoulders, leaned against his back. Nestling her chin to the right of his face, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Why should anything be wrong?"

"Harry, I've known you since…forever! I know when something's wrong!"

Harry sighed and turned his head slightly to peer at her with one emerald eye.

"Nothing's wrong," he repeated.

"Harreeeeeeey," whined Aika, bouncing up and down with frustration.

Harry growled and spat, "Leave me alone."

Aika looked hurt and pulled away from him, her brown eyes filled with pain and sorrow. She rose shakily to her feet and picked up her knapsack, shouldering it before she whispered, "Do I know you anymore?" A moment later she was gone out his door.

Harry listened to the sound of her passing from room to room and winced as the front door of his and his foster parents apartment slammed behind her. He rose gracefully to his feet a moment later and walked over to the sliding glass door that led out onto the balcony, sliding it open and padding out onto the concrete ledge.

Sighing, he sat down, legs hanging between the bars of the metal railing and leaned his head against the bars, cursing under his breath.

He hadn't meant to be so…brusque…with Aika. It was just that he was afraid of what was surely going to happen soon.

He had slipped up.

A British Auror who was an old friend of his foster father William had seen his scar.

It was only a matter of time before someone came to claim their precious Harry Potter.

Cursing again, Harry closed his eyes and thought about his foster parents. Haia Subaki, his foster mother, had met his birth mother when she had been an Auror stationed in Japan. They had worked together as Haia had been and still was a Yokai, which was basically the Japanese version of the British Aurors. Except the Yokai were mere phantoms, barely having any identity, and living in the barest of necessities.

William Chamberlain, an ex-Unspeakable and colleague of Lily Potter, had fallen in love with Haia. And she with him. His arrival in her life had forced her to change her lifestyle. The higher-up's in the Yokai's hadn't taken her having a more public life very well but Haia was one of the best they had. So they'd consented.

Then Harry had been given to the pair when his mother and her husband had gone into hiding; further changing Haia and William's quiet lifestyle. They (Lily and James) had created a double of him using a lock of his hair; a double that acted exactly like him but did not look exactly like him. His double had had traits of James Potter about him.

Harry did not.

His father had not been James Potter but a demon – an akurei – called Harper. Lily had fallen in love with him during her stay in Japan but he had been forced to leave her side as he was being hunted. The hunter, an akurei named Douchi, had – according to a source of Haia's – found and killed Harper a month before Harry had been born.

His demon blood made Harry a han-akurei, a half demon – spawn of a powerful witch and an equally powerful demon. Neither whom he knew nor would ever meet within his lifetime, which would be much longer than any normal wizard.

Frowning, Harry lifted one hand to rub the lightning bolt-shaped scar above his right eye. Despite him never actually receiving the wound, he wore it.

Lily Potter had died to protect her son, sparking old magicks into life with her sacrifice. Voldemort, too filled with bloodlust to realize what had happened (as he should have known since he had studied such magicks), had cast the Killing Curse upon Harry's double. The protection put in place over the infant by the old magicks summoned by his mother's sacrifice nearly killed the Dark wizard. It leeched away part of his power and rendered him bodiless and helpless. His power, however, was too much for the simple double and it was killed.

Leaving the magic rent from Voldemort to only do one thing: follow the line of power that connected the double to the real Harry. And follow it did, leaving Harry with the scar that was the mark of the Killing Curse as well as the power leeched from Voldemort. Combined with his already potent magical and demonic powers, it made him very dangerous.

But to try and find a kinder person would have been hard. Haia and William had married not long after the death of the Potter's and had raised Harry, giving him Haia's last name and then his history when he was older.

So he, Harry Potter, lived because of the loyalty of his mother's friends and her love for her son. She had loved him enough to send him away.

Then again, love hadn't been all to do with it.

If Voldemort had found out that the boy he had set out to kill was half demon, he would never have killed him. He'd have taken him and raised him in the Dark Arts, creating a ruthless killing machine.

Lily Potter had wanted to spare her son that fate.

Harry sighed and lay back on the concrete, wondering when someone would come for him. He knew they would. William had told him about the prophecy that had been the reason Voldemort had gone after his double – a prophecy only a few had ever heard in its entirety.

He was the only one who could kill Voldemort.

It was kill or be killed.

That scared the human half of Harry but the demon half, the one that was all too ready to fight at any point in time, feared nothing. Except when those that it considered its family being in danger.

"Harry?"

"Out here, Haia-sama," said Harry loudly as he picked himself up off the concrete.

Haia Chamberlain stepped into her foster son's room and frowned at him as he came in off the ledge.

"What were you doing out there? And what made Aika run off like she did?"

"Just thinking. And I was a little…brusque."

"I imagine you were," said Haia with a narrowing of her eyes. She then reached out and gently tugged at his long black hair, which fell well past his shoulders. "I wish you would let me cut this."

"But I like it."

Haia snorted loudly, which was an odd sound to hear from her. She was a small, willowy built woman with rich black hair that was cut short and eyes that were almost the color of whiskey. There was a hard exterior to her and lines on her face because of her work but Harry knew her as a kind, gentle woman who gave him what love she could.

He was immensely grateful to her for taking him, a half demon, into her home. From far back in the past, the Subaki family had been demon slayers and that tradition had been passed down from generation to generation. Her taking him into her home had been a big step and, as far as he knew, she had never regretted it.

"You only like it because it annoys me," she said, tossing his hair over one broad shoulder.

Harry grinned, his long canines flashing, and chirped, "Hai!"

"Imp," said Haia good-naturedly. "Now come and eat."

Harry nodded and followed his foster mother out of the room, his mind worrying at the thought of having to leave all he knew.

Author's Note

If you didn't know, I'm American and from the South. Therefore I have no idea of anything besides what I know and anything wrong in this story in dealing with all things Japanese is because of my complete lack of knowledge. Anything Japanese I know is from watching Anime and all words I use here were taken from a handy Japanese-English dictionary I found at Books-A-Million. Therefore, if I bung something horribly, please don't scream at me. Or scold. Or anything remotely like.

And if anyone mentions Harry, Aika, etc not speaking entirely in Japanese, my answer is to imagine them doing so. I can't translate whole sentences into Japanese (all the translators I've found don't translate into words) and, also, if I did that, you readers would have a hard time understanding. Therefore, only a few words will ever be in Japanese. But any conversation between the characters that would speak Japanese, shall be as such. You'll just be able to read them.

And, yes, the chapter title is from The Rolling Stones song of the same title.

Translations

Konnichi wa: Hello

Hai: Yes

Sumimasen: I am sorry

Arigato: Thank you

Iie: Thank you

Nan no: What

Akurei: Demon

Han-akurei: Half demon (han: half + akurei: demon)

Yokai: Phantom

Pronunciations

Aika: Aye-ka

Haia: High-yah