AN: Fair warning, this chapter rambles. I toyed with it, deleted and re-wrote it. It kept coming out the same. It's stuck being a filler-with-plot-development because of what the next chapter entails. Think of it as every Episode 2 of a new TV show. It's awkward. It's very awkward.

Warning! Lemon-lime at the end!

Despite my drinking tea as I'm writing this - Jade tea with a glob of honey, do NOT yell at me - I think that's enough proof I'm neither Japanese nor British.


April 1, 2020

1630 JST

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'For all the effort I put into learning Japanese, I still can't read it worth a damn. Which one of these shops is a grocery store?' So lost in his thoughts he wasn't looking where he was going and ran into someone. With a crack of heads, both men landed on the ground in surprise.

"Sorry about that" both men stated, before looking at each other. To both their surprise, they looked strangely similar. Both had unkempt black hair, both were on the tall side, with a wiry build. At least, one was wiry, the other just lanky. While the wiry had vivid green eyes, the lanky one had softer hazel ones.

Climbing to his feet, the more muscular of the two went to offer a hand to the other, only to see he had done the same for him. Both laughed at the awkwardness, before dusting themselves off. "Sorry about that" the thinner of the two offered again.

"No, not your fault. I wasn't paying attention" the other waved off, the English accent lilting through his Japanese. The hazel cocked a look at him, surprised to have bumped into a foreigner. "I was so lost in thought I wasn't paying attention to anything."

It took a minute for the scrawnier of the two to respond. The slightly taller man fixed him with an inquisitive look. "Ah, me too" the first offered, rubbing the back of his head at being caught staring. "I got some bad news today and it's been bothering me."

"Heh, you too, eh?" the other said, running his fingers through his hair. "Been a crazy day, that's for sure." Mid-stroke, the green-eyed man realized something. "Hey, think you could help me with something?" Confused, the younger nodded his assent. "Cool. You probably guessed I'm not Japanese, not that it's all that difficult to tell. While I speak it fairly well, at least I think I do, I still have difficulty reading it. Could you direct me to the nearest grocery store?"

With another confused look, the man turned and pointed at a market about two blocks down; the vegetable and fruit stands were on open display on the sidewalk. The green-eyed man just stared for a moment before facepalming. "Of course. Cause why wouldn't it be that easy? Thanks."

"Don't worry about it. I've missed my street twice because I was lost in thought, and I live here. It happens." With a shared chuckle, the green-eyed man said his thanks and made to continue his trek when a sudden "LOOK OUT!" got both their attention and they looked up. In the few seconds they had, one froze in confusion at what he was seeing. The other, however, like the pervert he was, enjoyed the panty flash, before his reflexes kicked in. The green-eyed man wandlessly cast a cushioning charm on the ground behind him only a blink before both men were landed on by the buxom brunette in a white gi and pink skirt.

"Owww, I'm sorry!" the girl whined, holding her head.

"Twice in as many minutes, I'm on a roll" the green-eyed man remarked. "At least this one is a cute girl" he added, before looking down at the woman. If he wasn't already on his back, he'd have been floored at the sight. The girl was a near copy of the one he'd been dreaming about, the biggest difference was her eyes, which reminded him greatly of Hermione's deep chocolate ones. But unlike his former bushy brunette friend, these one's were full of the innocence he often saw in Luna's. Which made him internally snort, because if there was a bigger pervert than Luna, he'd not met them.

A sudden gasp, sputtering and hasty exclamations had him leaning around the girl, seeing the fellow raven-head sporting a bloody nose. He was momentarily confused by it, until he realized that the man had a front-row view up the girl's skirt. 'Bloody nose from one of the best views Man has ever laid eyes on. I swear it's a condition. I remember when Neville accidentally walked in on Davis and Luna going at it. His nose bleed lasted for three hours.'

Speaking of Neville, Harry realized something else: this girl had the same strange power that Uzume did, not that the tangent would've made any sense whatsoever to anyone else. Now that he thought on it, still laying there with the pretty girl straddling him, the grey-haired girl in Higa's office did as well. He'd noticed it on the way out the door. 'Those two I saw as I left, them also. I've never been one to believe in coincidence. But what are the odds?'

He was brought out of his thoughts by the girl's shifting. He looked down and saw that the other boy had disentangled himself and was holding his bleeding nose while on his knees. The exchange had left the girl sitting on Harry's pelvis. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have tried jumping from that high. Thank you, sirs, both of you, for catching me!" she exclaimed, looking between both ebony-haired men.

"No pwobwem" the one on his knees answered, muffled by the bloody nose that was receding.

"A pretty girl like you can land on me anytime" Harry remarked. While not the classiest thing to say, he expected some kind of response.

Instead, the girl just cocked her head and stared at him with the same look he'd given her earlier. To his surprise, her brown eyes flickered violet for a moment, before her attention diverted as if listening for something. Harry himself suddenly sensed something as well, his instincts telling him to move. Before he could, the girl grabbed Harry and the other boy's hands and dived out of the way with another "LOOK OUT!"

A sudden explosion on the ground where he had been laying had him raising his head from the sidewalk in confusion. He glanced at the male companion, and had to fight back a laugh as the girl was laying on him again, her chest in his face, and he was both red from embarrassment, and turning blue from lack of oxygen. 'Lucky bastard. Good way to die, though: suffocation from boobage. Cleavage asphyxiation. Gotta be better jokes than that. Malignant mammaries! Hahaha… ehhh… I laugh at my own jokes way too much.'

"Come on and fight us!" a loud voice called out, and Harry got to his feet and looked around warily. Not seeing the voice, he scanned the buildings, and there, on a tower nearby, were two women in S&M outfits.

'May the sun never set on Japan. God bless it. Big-titted women falling from the sky, dominatrix-esque women chasing them around. All done in daylight and public. Such a wonderful country, isn't it?'

"I'm not going to fight you, yet! Not until I find my Ashikabi!" The perverted, green-eyed man looked down at the brunette with a raised eyebrow of his own, the word ashikabi ringing a distant bell, like a lone bell in a mansion, but he was unable to place it.

"Not unless we take you out first!" one of the girls called out, before both jumped down from their perch. Harry had to fight his instinct to use a cushioning charm, operating under the assumption they wouldn't have jumped if they weren't sure they would've made it. Then again, considering what the brunette girl in the gi had said, maybe they wouldn't have.

His contemplation was quickly put to rest, though, as the two girls, twins he realized as they approached, landed without so much as a grunt, before walking over to them. Taking the time to openly check them out, not even bothering to hide, he took notice of several things: one, that while they were identical twins, their chest sizes were vastly different. The one in the dark violet appeared on par with the brunette in bust, whilst the one in magenta seemed more apt to what he'd come to expect of the stereotypical Japanese woman.

'Y'know, I wonder how much the gi is covering up? Just from appearances alone, I'd say she was nearing Hana's size. Gabby would love to meet her. Hmm, I should probably give Hana a call now that we're back in Japan. Could surprise Gabby with bringing her back to the hotel. Should probably call her, while I'm at it. Find out if she picked a house for us, yet. I didn't go through all that trouble buying property for nothing. Not that I actually did any work in doing that. M.B.I. really doing their best to buy up the whole damn city.'

"You two should walk away before you get hurt." That declaration snapped Harry out of his thoughts, and a curious look was turned towards the two girls.

"Excuse me?" he asked, his hands moving to his side.

"You deaf or just stupid?" the other girl asked, stepping up to her more buxom sister. "She said, walk away before you get hurt."

"Ok" he answered simply, before reaching down and helping the girl and fellow man up. "Let's go, missy. I'm hungry, let's get some food." He turned towards the guy. "You're welcome to come along with as well." He looked surprised, and was making to beg off before being interrupted.

"No, not her. She stays" the one in violet declared, pointing at the brunette.

"Why? You just told us two to walk away."

"I said you and the other guy, moron" she replied, red creeping into her complex.

He made a show of thinking it over, eyes rolling upwards and everything. "Nooo, you said 'you two should walk away before you get hurt'. You didn't specify which two. No offense to my man, here" he clapped the smaller man on the back, "but she's better looking. Plus, she did use me as a landing pad, so it's only proper she repay me by gracing me with her company for lunch." Without waiting for a response, he took the girl's hand and tugged it as he turned his back on the twins.

Too surprised, the girl instinctively went with him, openly confused and still trying to process everything that was being said. The second man just shrugged before following, deciding that turning down a free meal was a dumb idea. He had only taken a couple steps when he turned to farewell the girls, when he saw what looked like lightning coming off their hands. He immediately dived towards the two in front of him, screaming "LOOK OUT!"

Harry, who had been expecting the girls to do something, was caught off guard by the other man tackling him to the ground. He was also surprised to see the bolt of lightning fly over his head and hit one of the fruit stands at the nearby market stall. 'So, I didn't imagine it, they're throwing lightning around. Are they witches, using magic in public? Not even trying to hide it. Well done, Potter, only been back here a day and already found trouble. Higa doesn't count.'

Rolling to his feet, he caught sight of the two girls throwing another handful of lightning at them. Without hesitation, he put his hand up, preparing to deflect it.

Except he was once again caught off-guard. This time the brunette had grabbed his other hand, and was speeding down the sidewalk fast enough that his feet weren't even touching the ground. His brain was wanting to make some sort of Superman comment, but the rest of it was still working on processing the fact this girl was moving fast enough to even achieve that.

'Shit, even I can't move this fast when transformed. Who the hell is this girl? Who the hell were those two?' Another lightning bolt just missing them had him correcting his internal monologue. 'Ok, "are those two". And I'm still hanging… wait, what happened to the other guy?' With some difficulty, he was able to turn his body and he saw a mirrored sight, albeit more comical, as the skinnier black-haired man was flopping like a rag doll while also being dragged. 'Ok, so she's got both of us in hand, and is running fast enough that neither of us are touching the ground. Right. Y'know, I live in a world of magic. I've seen and done some ridiculous and crazy things. But this… this might already top it off. I've never heard of any sort of speed charm… wait, did she even cast anything?'

He closed his eyes again, rehashing the past five minutes and realized that the only magic he openly detected was the two women's attacks. Before delving deeper, the girl made a sudden turn, and the other boy flopped into him. A sudden jump by the same girl saw the two of them up on a rooftop. And as expected, the sudden stop left the two boys rolling to a stop, though the green-eyed with much more grace than the other, as after one he was back on his feet.

"Now that I think about it, I could have just ran away by myself" the girl began, sinking to her knees and holding a padded fist to her mouth. "I don't know why I grabbed you like that" she said, looking at the other raven-haired. She turned her head, seeming lost in thought before she registered Harry was standing there looking at her. "Oh goodness, I grabbed you, too! I'm so sorry!" She all but squealed the last part, bowing her apologies.

"It's ok, that was pretty fun, actually" Harry dissuaded, grinning at the apologetic girl, who smiled in response.

She got to her feet again, and after dusting herself off, stepped towards him. "They call me Musubi."

"EJ" Harry replied, offering his hand. She took it, and in a moment of spontaneity, leaned down and kissed her knuckles. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." She giggled, her eyes sparkling violet again, before the chocolate brown took hold as she turned towards the other raven-haired. He followed her gaze, and saw the boy… and in Harry's eyes, he didn't look much more than a boy, now that he was actually looking him over… still stunned at the whole thing, and kept lightly squeezing his hand like something was missing.

'Has he never touched a girl before? Poor guy. Did he manage to cop a feel when I wasn't looking? You sly dog. You'd think she'd have commented on it if he had, but, then again, she seems very innocent, so she may not have realized the implications of it.'

"... Sahashi Minato" he heard the boy say, and he realized the girl was bent over in front of him. He took the free look and observed her derriere, and was not disappointed in what he saw. 'Firm, with just the right amount of jiggle. The kind to slap and watch it bounce before spanking it, then slowly caressing and…' His gutter thoughts were cut short as the girl in question suddenly collapsed, and his medical training kicked him into action. He began running wandless diagnostics, taking care to hide most of his actions from Minato.

He used his fingers to check her pulse, but his count was lost when a sudden grumbling came from the girl's stomach, and Harry nearly collapsed from laughing so hard.

"Is she ok? What's wrong? What can I do?" Minato was working himself up to a panic until he heard the grumbling and the older man's laughter.

"Not to worry, bud. She's just hungry. After running from those two girls and dragging us along like she did, she's running low on fuel. Get some food into her, she'll be fine."

"My place is only a couple blocks away, we can take her there."

Harry thought it over. Admittedly, he didn't actually have a better idea. While he liked the idea of bringing her back with him, doing so with an unconscious girl would look reeeeeally bad. Then again, he quickly surmised, carrying an unconscious girl anywhere looks really bad.

"Alright, that'll do for now. That looks like an access door to the roof, we can use it to get to the elevator or stairs."

"What if those two girls come back? She could get hurt if she's unable to defend herself." His standing in Harry's eyes had went up a bit at the initial offer of using his place. And it went up a bit more at his show of concern for the downed girl.

"I'll worry about that. They show up, you can take Musubi and keep going, I'll handle the girls."

The younger man looked incredulous. "How?!" he all but yelled. "They were shooting lightning from their hands!"

"I've got my ways, don't worry about it" Harry answered vaguely, before turning completely towards him. "So, how do you want to do this? Carry her together, or throw her over your shoulder and fireman carry her?"

The man had a thoughtful look, before turning red and more blood spilt out his nose, and Harry had to fight back the laughter at the man's sudden embarrassment at whatever dirty thoughts he came up with.


"Thank you thank you thank you!" Musubi cried, stuffing her face with two burgers. Harry hadn't taken to the idea of just cooking several pounds of rice, so he'd gone and gotten enough burgers for a feast. Good thing, too, as the girl had already eaten 5 and was double fisting two more, alternating between them as she ate.

Minato had abandoned all pretense of eating, and was openly staring at her consumption of the meaty delights. Well… meat is a strong word to use when describing fast food, 'but it's the thought that matters', he supposed. At least, that's what he was trying to convince himself of, while staring open mouthed at the feasting girl.

"You truly are saviors Minato-sama, EJ-sama! Breaking my fall, then getting me here safely, and feeding me! Thank you!" Her eyes had turned misty and kitten-like, and Harry knew she could get whatever she wanted out of the younger boy if she tried. He almost felt bad for the lad, but was enjoying the guy's uncomfortable situation too much. 'How bad can having a hot girl like that wanting your attention really be?' No sooner had he thought it than a sudden chill slipped up his spine, and he shivered at the feeling. 'No, I did NOT just jinx myself. Oh shit, what've I gotten myself into, now?'

"It's- it's alright, just eat!" was Minato's reply, begging off again. She saluted him with a "yes, sir!" before continuing to devour her food. "I've never seen anyone collapse from an empty stomach before" he muttered, more to himself than anything. Harry didn't think he realized he'd spoken aloud, so said nothing.

The burger in the girl's saluting hand had smacked her cheek and left some juice on it, and both boys were treated to watching the juice trail down the cheek to her chin. Ignorant of the other's thoughts, both were actually thinking the very same thing, but having different reactions: Minato, in his innocence, was growing red and yet again bleeding from his nose. Harry was shifting uncomfortably, his loose pants suddenly getting tight as he enjoyed the thoughts. Well, somewhat different reactions.

Neither immediately registered Musubi speaking again, that is, until she took a napkin and wiped the juice off, removing the object that spiked their respective fantasies. "...someone like you could be my Ashikabi-sama" the girl said, and again a soft chime was echoing in Harry's brain. 'Why does that word sound familiar?'

"Ashikabi?" Minato prompted, having also been snapped out of his embarrassment.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, and her chest jiggled marvelously. "I've been looking for one. Someone precious whom I've never met before…" She slipped into her musings, the holding a fist to her heart. "Each of us were born for our 'Ashikabis'. To guide him to the ascension…" If Harry wasn't already amused at Minato's uncomfortability with women, or at least this one, he most certainly would've been now, as the girl all but threw herself on the younger man. How she landed with her rear facing Harry, he was not sure, but nor was he complaining. The skirt rode up a bit, and the girl's pink panties were slightly riding up, exposing her smooth bum for Harry to observe.

"M-M-Mu-Musubi?" Minato squawked as she was clutching his shirt and panting lightly.

"I… I feel… so hot… why… why do I feel… like this?" she breathed out, her face inching closer to the boy's. "What… what should… I do, Minato?"

Harry had very few reservations when it came to sex, his and Gabby's sex life more than enough proof of that. While he'd watched other men have sex before, the boy's embarrassment at just being touched by a girl led Harry to think he'd not appreciate being watched. And with Musubi getting very close to his face, Harry decided it was time to take his leave, and made to depart without further ado.

Unfortunately for him, this action did not go unnoticed by the brunette, who immediately turned to face him, still centimeters from Minato's face. Harry had to bite back a laugh at the younger boy's grateful look that had an undercurrent of disappointment in it. "Where you going, EJ-sama?"

"Just thought I'd give you two some privacy is all" Harry answered, moving towards his shoes by the door. He had to admit, the idea of leaving your shoes by the door certainly was effective in keeping your carpets clean. As he bent down to grab them, though, his arm was grabbed by the strong grip of the young girl's.

He turned a curious and questioning look towards her, and once again saw violet bleeding through, but more solid as it made a ring around the outside of her iris, with flecks throughout the rest. And, to his surprise, it was intensifying the longer they looked at each other. Harry was wondering what would happen if they become completely violet, but that thought was abruptly silenced by a sudden pounding on the door behind him.

While the years had dulled him to surprise sounds, Musubi and Minato were most certainly not, as their sudden, and matching, "EEEKS!" echoed through the apartment. Harry glanced at the boy, before looking back at the girl, and saw, disappointedly, the violet was gone, and her innocent, chocolate brown was all that was there. Sighing internally, he glanced towards the boy with a questioning gaze, but saw that he was not making any effort to move towards it, and he thought he heard muttering about who it could be.

Shaking his head, he opened it and a short, pudgy old man was standing there with an angry look on his face. "May I help you?" Harry asked politely.

Apparently, it wasn't polite enough as the man turned a shade of red that reminded Harry of his Uncle Vernon all those years ago. 'Jeez, been 15 years since I saw him last and I can still draw the similarities. Hope he rots in hell.'

"Who are you, young man? You're not the tenant of this apartment. I heard a woman's voice, is she in here? I let that young man rent it because he was an examinee, that includes NO FEMALES!" At the end of the rant he leaned past Harry, and saw Musubi on her knees not far behind him, and Minato still by the table. "Aha! There is a female! And another male! This is a single room, you know that! That's a contract violation! I want you out within a week!"

He turned to leave, but Harry was having none of that, and grabbed his arm before he made it to the stairs. "I don't think so, old man. You see, no contract can legally forbid females from entering a premise. Nor can it forbid another male from entering a premise. Let alone both at the same time."

"This is a single apartment with one bed! If you three are sharing that bed then that's a contract violation, as he signed for only one male living here!" He was working himself up a full head of steam, and Harry was internally debating from just dissolving the problem or pressing the man's buttons to see what would happen.

As it wasn't his apartment being discussed, he decided on the higher road. "And I'm not living here" Harry supplied, before indicating Musubi. "Neither is she. We ran into Minato while out and about, today. He was polite enough to invite us over to eat lunch." He pointed at the table where the food, some half-eaten, sat. "We may have overdone it with how much food we got, and we'll clean up afterwards, but neither of us are staying the night. Musubi and I have our own places to return to."

At least Harry hoped that was the case, as he didn't know anything about where Musubi was residing. Their conversations hadn't gotten that far. Well… he corrected… they hadn't really gotten anywhere, if he was being honest with himself.

"I don't care, he is in violation, I want him out of the apartment by this time next week or I will have him forced out!" And with that last, illogical declaration, he turned and stormed out. Harry just frowned after him, slightly perturbed and annoyed by the man's eager desire to kick the kid out. 'That honestly can't be legal, can it? That he can just evict Minato for no logical reason? Unless it's actually in the contract he signed.'

He turned and glanced at the kid, who was sitting there looking dejected. Harry was actually feeling highly apologetic, not something he often felt. While he had done everything correctly, as far as he could tell, he did speak on the man's behalf and without consulting him. Let alone, letting him talk to his own landlord. 'Shit. I think I fucked up. Fuck me.'

"Sorry about that, Sahashi" he offered solemnly, stepping around the openly confused Musubi.

"It's ok, Black-san" the guy responded, flopping on his back. "He's always like that. Especially about females. My younger sister came to visit once about 6 months ago. He nearly ran her over trying to barge into my apartment to yell at me for it. She kicked him pretty hard for that. Heck, I remember ordering take-out once, and the delivery driver was a female, and he almost did the same thing until he smelled the food she was holding. Then he tried to take it for himself, but the driver kicked him in the shin."

Harry couldn't help it; An image of a delivery girl resembling Wilma from Viva Rock Vegas, wearing stone roller skates the size of Ronald McDonald's shoes, kicking the pudgy man like a beach ball, all done in exaggerated anime style, popped in his head. The result had him doubled over laughing, hard enough he fell to his knees.

Musubi was laughing too, not that she knew why Harry was doing it, but his laughter was contagious, and seeing him laughing hard enough to fall over was enough to have her giggling. Minato was the most confused. He had to admit the memory of it was pretty funny: he just didn't think it was funny enough to collapse from.

A few minutes passed before Harry was able to compose himself enough to be civil. "Ohhh that was funny. I wish I could have seen that."

"Too bad there isn't a way to watch people's memories" Minato answered almost half-heartedly, smiling at the elder man. He thought he saw a mischievous glimmer in the man's eyes, as if he knew something he didn't, but it was gone so fast Minato wasn't sure. He shook his head to clear it. "Anyways, don't worry about it. Like I said, he's like that all the time."

"Probably just jealous other guys can get girls and he can't" Harry responded matter-of-factly. Minato immediately glanced at the pretty brunette still on her knees, and his eyes betrayed him and checked her out before his brain caught up to what he was doing. The girl caught him peeking, and she smiled that innocent mile at him, and Minato's blush returned in force.

"I-I-I… uh… gotta go to the bathroom! Be right back!" He scrambled to his feet and darted into the washroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Harry was fighting back a smirk, and glanced at the brunette. 'Yeah. Go to the bathroom. Gotta relieve some valve pressure.'

At first, he saw just the innocent, chocolate brown gaze that he had quickly decided was her default expression. But there was a quick moment that he saw a quick flicker of violet, and a near-visage appeared on her face, one of calculated deviousness, before vanishing. Harry was reminded of Tonks yet again, as she used to do that at will, just to mess with him. 'Should probably call home sometime soon. See how Teddy is doing. Wonder if I could convince Andi to let me bring him here for a while. Maybe she'd like to come with.'

He was brought out of his musings by a soft hand taking his, and he blinked a couple times before registering that Musubi, or at least Musubi's body, was standing in front of him. It was almost as if someone else had suddenly taken control from her: her face was hardened and more chiseled, her lips plumper, and intelligence was burning in her violet eyes, eyes that were currently full of passion and worry.

While when he first met Musubi she had a resemblance to the girl from his dreams, this persona was exactly the girl from his dreams, albeit in different clothing. And it was confusing him greatly. Over the past 15 years he'd met people who had been possessed, but this was something different: possessions changed their host's body permanently. They didn't switch off and on. Half his instincts were demanding he start fighting the woman, restrain the being inside the young girl's body.

The other half, though, was reacting heavily to the newcomer, the kind of reaction he often had every time Hana would come over. He felt hot, for some reason. His magic was seeking something, a partner almost. Gabby had no trouble whatsoever getting his motor running, and he was always all-too-willing to react to her, but this wasn't that. It wasn't sexual, per say. Or, at least, not purely. It reminded him of when Gabby first bonded herself to him, the strange pull he felt anytime she was nearby. How mad he had been when she'd done that, despite her having some very good reasons to do it.

But this… was something else. And it didn't help that the woman currently standing in front of him had been plaguing his dreams for the past few weeks since he found the cure for Chiho in Alexandria.

"Harry-sama" she said softly, and his eyes widened. It wasn't the sultry but soft voice she said it with. It wasn't the face she was making, or how close she had gotten and was pressing her body into him. Excluding Gabby and himself, only two people in all of non-magical Japan, heck, all of the Orient, should have known his real name, and the girl in front of him was not one of them. Hana had learned it from a slip-up by Gabby in an intense night of passion, as the petite blonde had cried out his real name during an orgasm. She'd vowed the name to secrecy, accepting the excuse that he'd changed his name to avoid too much attention. As she didn't care as to what attention, or why he wanted to avoid it, it was never an issue.

His mind was racing, the dream coming back to him in force, as he was seriously beginning to question if it was really a dream, or a memory. It couldn't be a vision, as he looked too young in it to be a future. And he certainly hadn't done anything of the sort recently. Which meant it was in his past. But he was quite certain he'd remember meeting a woman such as this. He'd have remembered being 15 and meeting such a vision of beauty and sexuality. Wouldn't he?

He'd taken some hits to the head over the years, more often than not from training, occasionally from botched parts of missions, but nothing came to mind that would result in his forgetting this woman. Except one: Memory charms. But who would've been able to get the drop on him, and was powerful enough, let alone skilled enough, to not only erase her from his memory, but do so in a way he wouldn't be able to realize he was forgetting something?

Even as a teenager he had impeccable occlumency skills. So much so that he enjoyed tormenting Snape any and every time he attempted to intrude. Dumbledore learned not to invade his mind the hard way, suffering a vicious nose bleed from a very angry 17-yr old Harry retaliating by pummeling the man's defenses. A retaliation that sent the man, albeit reluctantly, to Mind Healers for recovery.

But this girl - no, woman - had just, in one word, caused Harry to start questioning quite a bit, and the repeated targets of those thoughts brought him no comfort. In fact, he was quite certain he'd be digging up his old communicator and attempting to contact them if the girl in front of him wasn't keeping him in place.

"Harry-sama" she repeated, and with a gloved hand, reach up to cup his face. He felt the fabric against his skin, the combat fisticuffs brushing his chin. It was the fingers, though, that nearly startled him, as the moment they touched his cheek, he felt the same jolt of electricity he felt in his dream. If he had any doubts that this was the girl from the dream, they were destroyed in that moment, his eyes dilating in wonton need.

'Need?' he thought to himself, his occlumency shields fighting… whatever it was this woman was doing to him. If he wasn't enjoying it so much, if it wasn't so pleasing, if his magic hadn't been practically humming contently, he'd have had the woman's arms in a death grip. But he was. And it was, on all accounts, pleasant. He didn't even know he'd had a hole in his heart, but suddenly it felt filled, just from the woman's simple touch. 'What the hell is going on? It's not… it's like Gabby's allure, but supercharged. It's not even a compulsion… but it is, but it's not. It's pure desire, need, pushing me to… kiss her? It's like those times Gabby lets loose with her allure when we're with Luna and/or Davis, even… Hana… no. It's much closer to those times with Hana, and it just enhances everything. Except, this is… I don't have the words for it.'

"It's been a long time, Harry-sama" she said quietly, but the words were echoing in his head like a shotgun blast in a canyon. "Nearly 10 years, I believe." She took on a pensive look for a moment before nodding her head. "Yes, 10 years this coming August. I've missed you."

'10 years? August… 2010? That was right after… oh shit, Tonks! That was right after she'd turned me down. I remember… wait, I took a job! Some data retrieval job… but it got botched. It was nearly two weeks later I woke up in the infirmary. They said I got caught in an explosion, and landed in a coma. Coma… wait, that's right! I had no memory of the job at all! They called it a failure, but didn't hold it against me because of an interfering third party they didn't account for. But… what if… no…'

His inner turmoil was apparently on his face, despite his shields, as the woman's eyes narrowed, then widened. She took a step back as they slowly turned watery. "You… you don't remember me, do you?" She pulled her hands back, holding them to her mouth, a tear streaming down her face now. He tried to find the words, to tell her about the dreams, but his voice failed him.

She let out a soft sob, then turned away from him. Harry had never been good at handling crying women. Even Gabby, especially Gabby, drove him nuts during her periods. Being a Veela, she only had them every three months, but damn they were brutal. He'd replaced half a dozen beds in the time since they'd been bonded, cause her cramps would send her into fits of sorts. There was a reason Veela often went to the conclaves during these times, but as she was bonded to Harry, she couldn't stay too far apart from him, or stay away too long, and he couldn't always make the time for that trek, despite his best efforts to accommodate.

Thankfully, as time has gone by, the distance and durations they could keep from the other had increased, something Harry was extremely grateful for early on. In the past year, Gabby came to appreciate it as well, while she enjoyed being with Harry as much as possible, being able to go anywhere she wanted without him was a blessing in itself. Everyone kept teasing them about just having a baby already, as the violent periods were signs of her body's desire to bear a child, but neither of them was ready for that responsibility just yet.

In the here and now, though, Harry was frozen solid as the woman lightly sobbed before him. He'd had 7 years of combat training, another 8 of medical training and experience. He'd been around women of all ages: some who were interested in him, some who despised him, some who were family, some - many - who'd just been the night's entertainment. But in all of that training and experience with the female race, a crying one remained his kryptonite.

"Sorry about that" Minato's voice cut through the tension, and Harry spared a look at the young man coming out of the washroom. He was still dabbing his nose with a rolled-up piece of toilet paper, making sure he wasn't bleeding anymore.

"That's ok!" Musubi's cheerful voice called out, and Harry snapped back to her. Gone was the persona he'd just been interacting with, and the young girl's innocent, chocolate eyes and chubby cheeks were in full smile at the young man.

"Musubi, why are you crying? Are you hurt?" Minato suddenly asked, rushing over to her.

"Huh?" she asked confusedly while tilting her head, before wiping her eyes with one of her fists. "Huh, that's weird. I don't know why. I just sort of blacked-out there for a moment.

Minato glanced at Harry, looking for an explanation. As Harry was still trying to process everything himself, he just half-shrugged before looking at his watch. Seeing the time, he decided it was time to head back to the hotel to meet Gabby for dinner. 'Never did make it to that market. Guess we're eating out tonight. After what just happened, not sure I'd be able to concentrate enough not to burn anything as it is.'

"I better head out" he declared, turning towards his shoes by the door. His declaration got both their attentions, and when he met Musubi's eyes that violet shone for a moment, full of sadness, before returning to her chocolate gaze. 'What is with this girl? It really is as if there are two people at once in there. I'd say Schizophrenia if it wasn't for her whole body changing shape… well, her face at least. And even magically speaking I've never heard of a possession that changed a person's body at will. Hell, even Voldemort was just a parasite for Quirrell, not a real possession.'

So lost in thought was he on autopilot that he had put on his shoes and stepped outside before realizing what he'd done. The contrast of the crisp air of the evening to Minato's apartment woke him, and he turned to his host and the guest. "It was a pleasure meeting both of you. I'm sorry for intruding as long as I did." He pulled out his wallet with his business card on it, and wrote a number on the back. "This is my cell number I'm using while here in Japan. Since I was ineffective in keeping you from getting kicked from your apartment, I'll pay the deposit and first month's rent for wherever you end up. Call me at that number to let me know, and I'll come and make the payment."

Minato came over and took the card from him, with both hands, Harry was surprised to see. 'Is that another Japanese custom that I just botched? I should probably be learning these.'

"Thank you, Black-san. I appreciate the offer, but I will manage on my own. He'd have found a reason to kick me out regardless." Harry had to fight from arching an eyebrow, but absently nodded to himself before smirking with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Admirable as that is, I take responsibility for my actions. Whether you would have been booted or not is irrelevant, I'm the one who messed up and took the lead, without asking you, who actually lives here. This is how I wish to repay you, by ensuring you've somewhere to stay.

"Besides, if you're going to have such a lovely lady staying with you, you need more appropriate accommodations, don't you think?" He added the last with a wink, and chuckled at the man's red face and sudden bloody nose.

As an almost afterthought, he took out a second card, and re-wrote the number and handed it to Musubi. "You can call me as well, especially if knuckle-head here won't. I don't know if you have your own place to return to, but I'd be happy to help both of you if you need it."

"Ok! Thank you so much, EJ-Sama!" Harry did cock an eyebrow this time, wondering what he'd done to earn the '-sama' from this version of the girl.

"My pleasure, Musubi. I hope to see you both soon." With that, and a last glancing smile at Musubi, he turned and walked away.


"What a weird day" he grumbled as he entered his hotel suite. He ended up grabbing take-out on his way back, and set the bag on the dining table next to the small kitchen the suite had.

"Harry! About time you get home!" Gabby called out from the living area. Harry wondered why she was home already, as he'd not expected her for another hour, hence the idea to cook dinner.

This question was shortly answered, as he saw a familiar head of long, violet hair in a lavender-purple dress relaxing on the couch next to his blonde bond-mate. "Well hello there, luv. Long time no sees." She smiled as he neared her, and leaned into each other to kiss each other's cheek. While only accepting a visit to France once, she'd taken to some of the customs there almost instantly, the shared cheek-kisses being one of them.

By her own admission she was not a lip-kisser, for a variety of reasons Harry strongly suspected were bullshit, but never had a real reason to call bullshit on any of them. That being said, most of their activities did not require kissing each other's lips, so it made no never mind. She had little problem kissing Gabby, though: a sight that Harry never failed to enjoy, nor Gabby fail to enjoy experiencing. Especially when he was making them moan into each other while it was occurring.

"Hello to you too, lover. I've missed you both" she replied as they separated, before taking another drink from her wine-glass. Harry always wondered why she drank so much, but never felt it was really his business to pry. Especially as it didn't really affect her until the second bottle. He did wonder how she was able to afford it all, but again, not really his business. Nor did he think they were in any way close enough as friends to ask, despite their often romps.

A second glance at the bottle made him realize it was one of his own private collection. He'd brought a few with for when Chiho was cured, so they could celebrate. This one was a Château Lafite Rothschild, while not the most expensive he had, certainly not cheap by any means. Gabby knew this, and he turned a questioning gaze towards her. She had the grace to look sheepish for a moment, before finding the words to answer his unasked question.

"Hana here was just telling me about some game she's going to be involved in. Supposedly it's going to start soon, and she's to be one of the top contenders."

"Is that so?" he asked incredulously. In the two years he'd known the very well-endowed lush, she'd never expressed any interest whatsoever in games outside of the bedroom arts. Even the few times they'd taken those arts outside of the suite or domicile they'd been staying at, it was only for the sake of the bedroom game. She didn't like board games, or card games (except perhaps strip poker, and even then, only after a bottle), not even sports, despite her very well-toned body that suggested physical activity. Then again, more than once he'd theorized she was much more promiscuous than he thought and was simply that active. Again, none of his business and she was always clean when he checked her, so it was not his problem nor concern.

"Unfortunately, yes" the alcoholic replied, drowning the rest of her glass before pouring another, ignoring the rules of propriety regarding how wine is normally drunk. "Technically, the game began long ago, but I've absconded from playing for some time, ever since my heart was broken by the game master."

"Mon dieu, I'm so sorry!" Gabby exclaimed, making to get up to move towards the woman. However, she was held back by the woman in question raising a hand to stop her, before chugging the whole glass in one go.

"It's ok, my sweet. It was a long time ago, now. Nearly 12 years, I suppose. It's just the fact that I have no choice but continuing to play his stupid game that has drug up all these bad memories." She reached for the bottle again, but Gabby stopped her. She turned to look at the smaller girl, but was ignored by the blonde turning a look on Harry. He understood and took the wine bottle, re-capping it as he moved towards the kitchen area. He pulled out a mason jar of clear liquor from the freezer, and a few glasses to go with.

Returning to the living room, he took the chair on the side of the saddened woman, then poured all three of them a glass, adding a bit more to the lush's than his or Gabby's. She smiled appreciatively, then after clinking their glasses together, all threw back their drinks.

"WHOA MAMA!" The busty woman exclaimed, before blinking her eyes quickly and shaking her head. "Ohhhh, that hit the spot! What is that!"

Harry just exchanged a smirk with the blonde before pouring the three of them a second round of moonshine. A second throwback later, and the violet-haired girl was squealing in delight, giving an excellent visual demonstration of her skill with her tongue as she tried licking the bottom of her glass clean. "That's the stuff that gets mama's juices running! What is that?" she repeated, eyeing up the mason jar like it was her lifeline. Her thick thighs were rubbing together, and her breath was catching as her chest heaved. Her face was reddening, her breath catching, and she was slowly sliding down the couch, the dress catching on the edge of the cushion, riding up to show a distinctive lack of panties.

He turned a questioning look at Gabby, who reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of lacy black lingerie panties, smirking like a Cheshire cat. She tossed them to Harry, who caught them and rolled them between his fingers before pocketing them with a return grin of his own. Without prompting, Gabby leaned forward towards the woman before she could recompose herself, and drug a delicate finger up from her knee, and began teasing the woman's sex.

"Ohh honey, I'm going to need something a lot bigger and thicker than that today, sweetheart" she moaned, turning a lustful look towards Harry while pulling one of her tits out from her dress, pinching her nipple between her fingers, her left reaching down and joined Gabby's teasing of her clit. "If that's our drink of choice tonight, I'm going to need the workout of a lifetime to burn it off" she added with a moan, Gabby having found a sensitive spot.

"I live to serve" he replied, and moved over to the couch. He pushed her to the side, rolling her so she ended atop Gabby, who instantly drug her into a steamy kiss, her hand still busy on the woman's front door. Harry was treated to the woman's derriere, on full display from the rode-up dress, and reached out to caress it, his thumb teasing her warm center, and got another moan of gratitude in response.

Her bare foot found his crotch, and toes started teasing him, giving testament to her level of self-control despite the several attacks on her senses. Harry decided to up the ante, and slid his thumb to her entrance, and held it there. He felt her shudder slightly as the mini-orgasm hit her, and her hips started rocking slightly, attempting to get more traction on his stilled thumb.

His other hand was working her bare leg, ghosting over it and up the back of her leg before joining his other at her rear, then slowly gliding down with the lightest of touches. Showing his own level of self-control, his right fingers were kneading the woman's rear whilst keeping his thumb firmly planted at the entrance to her love canal.

"Damn it, Harry, just put it - OHHHH!" Gabby's fingers met Harry's thumb, and the combined pressure sent her into another mini orgasm through the kneeling woman. The vibrations from her feet had an interesting effect, as little Harry pulsed against her foot. She managed to regain some sense of self, and rubbed him with her foot, getting a grateful moan from the solo male.

As proof of his gratitude, he slowly rubbed his thumb around her cervix, not enough to give her the pleasure she sought, but enough to torture her. It didn't help that Gabby had found her button, and was also rubbing around it, adding to the agony of being on the edge of what all present knew was going to be a huge orgasm, as her whole body was vibrating as she did her best to put more pressure on the couples' hands.

"Oh gods oh gods oh gods OH GODS" she chanted, and right as she was about to reach the precipice, both fingers ceased their ministrations altogether, leaving her hanging as her eyes were losing focus. The sudden loss of contact had her nearly screeching as she began grinding against the imprisoned blonde's legs, trying to coax that last push out of her.

"Ah ah ah" Harry taunted, slapping her right cheek, getting a squeak, followed by a light moan as he ghosted his fingers over the red hand print.

"Please, EJ-sama, please, let me come" she whined, looking back over her shoulder at him. Harry couldn't help but share a feral grin with the blonde, as Hana was not one to beg, even at her worst. That she was told them exactly what kind of mood she was in, and Harry fully intended to take advantage of it.

"I'm not entirely sure you've earned that right, my little Sylph." He caressed her bare bottom, and she leaned back into his hand, lightly moaning. "You come and go like the wind" he began, missing the sudden look of surprise, as he smacked her bottom again, watching it jiggle, "but not tonight. Tonight, you are ours." He leaned down and brushed his lips on the redness, and smirked as her body shuddered, her moan dampened by being pulled into a kiss with the blonde.

"I think it's time you give your Master some attention, my sweet" Gabby voiced after separating from the violet-haired woman's lips. She had always been enchanted by the elder woman's violet eyes, and how they shone as she became enthralled by the throes of passion. Not getting a response from the heavily breathing girl, she reached down and pinched the free nipple hanging over her, which jolted her eyes open as her mouth widened slightly, eyes begging for more.

The younger blonde ran her fingers through the woman's hair, slowly pulling her closer to her lips. She stopped her within a hair's breadth, and ghosted her lips against the plump ones within reach before looking her into her eyes. "I said, turn around and give your Master some attention." Gabby's voice was heavy and sultry, but hard enough to leave little room for argument. Not that the woman was coherent enough to do so, as she shakily nodded and turned around.

Gabby enjoyed the sight of the woman's thick and plump bottom, slightly envious of it as hers could never match it. 'Maybe once I give Harry a child my hips will widen enough for that? One can only hope' she thought, before the sound of a zipper and ruffing of clothes had her smiling.

Encouraged by the slurping sounds she heard, the Veela decided to start encouraging the night along, and relaxed her hold on her allure. She began toying with the woman's exposed center, and heard the sounds increasing, mingled by her mate's moans of enjoyment. 'Now if only Uzume were here as well, this night would be perfect. She'd love Hana. I wonder who has a bigger ass? I can't wait until Harry cures Chiho, so we can all celebrate together. I swear she's a bigger pervert than Luna. Only thing left is to see if she can live up to the perversion. Hehe, that'll be a good night.'

Her thoughts on future romps were interrupted as she was reminded of the beauty that was entertaining them that night, as a long, muffled moan from the woman caught her attention. She glanced down and saw Harry'd relieved the eager cocksucker of the rest of her clothes, and her wonderful breasts were bouncing against her legs.

Realizing she was missing out, she shoved two fingers into her victim's warm apex, and the sudden gasp, followed by clenching muscles and near-scream that was stifled by a full mouth gave testament to the woman's large orgasm. Giggling, Gabby knew both of them were in trouble and going to be punished: Hana for coming without permission, and Gabby for making her come without permission. The thoughts alone nearly made her come, and was rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.

"Gabby, my Feather, did you just make Hana come without permission?"

Giggling again, Gabby leaned forward into Hana's rear and kissed her quim, then licked some of the juices that were dripping out. "Yes, Master, I certainly did!" She giggled again, before licking the woman's center again, prompting yet another mini-orgasm.

Gabby wasn't sure how it happened, but the next thing she knew she was mid-air being held up by the cuffs that had appeared on her wrists, and her feet were held apart in similar fashion, a few inches off the floor. Hana was on her knees beneath her, hands tied to her feet behind her back, and was currently licking Gabby's dripping cunny, causing the smaller girl to shake as her orgasm built up.

Harry was walking around them both with a horse crop in-hand, and was lightly smacking various parts of her body as he circled her. She couldn't fight the moans that were emanating from her mouth, as the combination of stings and Hana's tongue were toying with her senses.

Harry wasn't ignoring the kneeling girl either, alternating between the two. Occasionally he'd use his bare hand to caress the stings, adding a hint of magic to them to amplify the touch. This went on for nearly an hour, as every time Gabby would near an orgasm, he'd stop Hana and have her service him instead. While not a submissive woman at all 95% of the time, that 5% she took to it with gusto. Gabby simply enjoyed everything, whether being on top, on bottom, or going between the two.

'To be honest, sometimes I'm surprised she and Luna didn't make a go of it. Maybe it was the too similar personalities that put them off? Guess it's not really important, now. Luna has Davis so far under her thumb it's amazing she still walks on two feet.' Harry would be the first to admit that denying the two women their orgasms was probably the most difficult punishment for him to do. He enjoyed their shaking, squirming, squirting and moaning under his touches far too much: listening to them calling his name as they came undone, pun intended. More than once the sounds alone pushed him to the edge, and it was only his liberal application of occlumency that saved him on more than a few occasions.

He wasn't afraid to use magic in his actions, either, as a magic vibrator was tormenting the woman on her knees. Having set it to change its speed at random times, and for inconsistent durations had the woman lost in a haze of being constantly on the edge. Oh how he loved magic. Gabby and he used it quite often to attempt various positions that were likely impossible by normal means.

He remembered the time Hana learned that they could use magic, as she'd walked in on them doing so. He'd had Gabby hog-tied and hanging mid-air by nothing more than the charmed cuffs she was currently wearing. They'd been so wrapped up in what they were doing they hadn't noticed the woman enter the room they'd been using at the time, having forgotten they'd given her a key. It wasn't until she was stripped and assisting him in violating the blonde that they realized she was there, and her non-committal to the floating woman led to a very good night for all of them.

Returning to the present, Harry observed his two girls before an idea came to mind that had him grinning. 'Hmm, I've not used such a technique on Hana yet. How rude of me to deny her that opportunity.' Without preamble, he waved his hand and the violet-eyed woman was suddenly shrieking as she was flipped over mid-air, her head the axel, as her cunt was suddenly in Gabby's face. He reached up and pulled out the vibrator, ignoring the woman's objections that were quickly silenced as his Veela attacked her clenching quim with equal gusto, and Harry was treated to the mid-air 69 he instigated.

A few more thwacks here and there, not letting them forget his presence, he decided to move on. "Come for me, my pets" he ordered, as both girls' bodies shook as they moaned into each other's honey pots. "Thank you, Master" both groggily supplied as he lowered them to the ground, undoing their ties to allow them a short reprieve. He smiled; the toils of the day forgotten. Yes, life was good.


AN: Like I said: awkward. If you stuck through it, thank you. It gets better, I promise. Just... needed to get over this little hump. The next chapter is being edited already.

See y'all in the next chapter!