Why Not?
KHR
Nana/Harry
Why: Lemitsu is obviously not enjoying his family.
Summary: Harry's family is known for metamorphmagus. Let's say his values have been completely shredded, if he ever truly learned them, and therefore has no problem stealing identities. Then, we have the perfect family, just minus the father, the Swada's.
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It all started with a simple experiement.
For one, Harry was done with England.
He did regret leaving Luna and Fred alone though. Luna deserved so much better than a fickle friend. Fred had already lost so much.
Still, he was all but determined to explore the world. First, was a trip to Egypt, were he made-up with the Goblins, by helping Bill with some tombs.
Then, was Rome, where he visited the Coliseum, the ruins of Athens. Even a few tourist cites that definitely aren't available in the muggle world.
Hong-Kong, China. Where he saw the Great Wall, and Terracotta armies.
Bermuda Triangle was an adventure. Almost felt like his end-of-the-year adventures, only longer, and better. So much better, when there wasn't another person at risk. Or chance of his friends turning against him, at the first sign of dark magic.
Each place, seems to settle a part of him that had felt restless. The part of him that loved the excitement, the adventure. Without the horrible feeling that came from fighting an enemy with a grudge.
Around that time, Harry had started to really experiment with his magic. He knew, from Tonks, that metamorphmagus was a family trait. And ever since Athens, knew he could replicate the talent, to some extent.
It was fun, having a different hair style/color everyday. Then, turning his skin paler, or tanner. The day his skin was neon-green, was interesting. Non-human species were fun, but then he had to change everytime he left magic areas (which had been chaotic when he forgot, and scared some muggle to death). In any case, he was really getting the hang of it, even if it made him somewhat clumsy (he tried to stay the same size, but it was hard sometimes). Or seeing someone on tv., with an interesting jawline, and thinking 'I'll try that, today'.
He started copying other people, more and more obviously. Shapeshifting into a random person, and talking to their friends and family. Challenge escalation, to make it fun, and all.
So, it was an ordinary day, when Harry visited Naminori. Having previously visited Tokyo, then throwing a dart at the map, that landed on the unassuming town.
Hearing everyone gossip about some poor woman named Nana, and her son, Tsuna. Horrible names. Speculations about her sanity, and son's mental disability. If he read between the lines right, the son a severe bullying problem, that the adults were deliberately ignoring. Honestly, the whole thing sounded way too much like Dursley-esc for Harry to be comfortable with. The family of two definitely didn't deserve the criticism.
So Harry decided to do something nice. Of sorts.
As in, sneak into the house, to find Mr. Sawada's picture. Before knocking on the door, and asking Nana to a romantic dinner in her husband's skin.
So, nice was probably not the best word. One might even say it was immoral. But hey, it wasn't like anyone had ever taught him regular ethics. Gryffindor morals didn't touch shapeshifting, and Harry had firmly abandoned the House-System, anyway.
From what he understood, Nana was mostly a delusional housewife, waiting for her husbands return. Just barely capable of taking care of her son, and even that was steadily declining. If she did notice-well, that was what Obliviate was for.
He was right on the first part. Nana was overjoyed to see her husband again, and not at all suspicious. She never asked for his cover-story.
Tsuna, on the other hand, was alot more alarmed. That quickly faded, as he started to realize Harry was no danger to him or his Mother.
Harry only meant to stay a few days. Then weeks. Months.
Before he knew it, a year had passed. And Harry had no intention of leaving.
Oh, well. Harry wasn't a good person. So what if he wanted to be selfish? He had given everything, once, for people who never cared. If he now, wanted to take...
Besides, it wasn't like Lemitsu was ever coming back. So, if he wanted to take over the man's long abandoned homelife... why not?
"Is something the matter, honey?" Nana asked, after his turning woke her up, at night. Her brown eyes wide with love and concern.
And Harry just smiled. Because, even if the method was unethical, this was everything he wanted, (if not quite), a family.
"Perfect, now that I'm with you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her, in a tight hug.
Nana giggled. That love-struck look in her eyes, as she leaned into the affectionate half-embrace.
Nana, with her unending love. A better wife, and love then Ginny ever was. A better, greater, more supporting Mother, and friend than even Molly or Hermione. She showered him in affection and kindness and love. That he had always been denied, that he always wanted, so desperately. Nana, who was so lonely, and kind, and only wanted love in return. Harry could relate to that, had wanted something so similar once (always). He loved his Sweet wife, more than he ever loved another woman, ditzy-ness and all.
Tsu-kun was a wonderful son. Gentle, and kind, and understanding. They were both clumsy, and that was something the neighbors (and who did want the cover-story) used to prove they were related. Abit of a scaredy-cat, and a wimp, but he was so little. And it was nice to protect someone you loved, even when they didn't need it. So what if he wasn't the best student, that was what parents were for. They had a great time, the three of them sitting down, and puzzling over Tsu-kuns workbook and homework. He did have to have a... discussion with a few teachers, about the appropriate way to treat a student. That always saw Him, and not the idea of what he should be, like Hermione, Ginny, or Ron. (And there was something deeply wrong with that, that all his friendships came from people that never really knew him, and didn't want to, to enamored with the idea of the perfect hero).
When he found a grade-card on the fridge, with 100%'s all the way down the column. Well, he had never been prouder.
The two Sawada's were both broken. With something twisted, and empty, inside. But, so was he, and maybe they could be that twisted, and empty, and broken, together. They could be happy together, and had been.
~Maybe Harry could heal. He missed-missed the orange-yellow fire, even if he had never seen the colors for himself. Never knew the fire of his soul, or its power. Had hated the way the orange had cracked, and withered. Struggling to hold up against the endless tides of loss/betrayal/mine-not-yours. The way no one seemed to care. That he was hurting, that he was breaking inside. And whenever someone saw the cracks, his pain underneath, the hid and pretended it didn't exist. The double standards. That he had to be good, and just, and perfect, forgiving and everything Light and righteous. No matter what anyone said, or did. Including murder attempts (that he was somehow to blame for-never mind that he was twelve/fourteen/sixteen, and had never met them in his life). The expectations. He just HAD to be the best, at everything. And that included miscellaneous card-games, and arcane knowledge no one ever heard of. Because he was the BLOODY. CHOSEN. ONE. Augh! The sheeplie that were also so fickle, so stupid, and mundane. Honestly, he'd felt like public property, at times. Tossed around, and thrown about, by whatever person claimed to have his best interests (and some that didn't). Always, unquestionably, at whoever's beck and call-because what else was a hero to do but help people? Never mind his personal life. Nothing was his-not his clothes, his time, or even his Life. No one seemed to care how petty and selfish they sounded. Or even if they were polite. The controlling, stalker-ish behavior of the Order, and the Ministry. That everyone seemed to think he'd just accept laying down (not in a million years. Ever.). The negligent/abuse of his three sets of guardians (because apparently, just because he'd fought a battle didn't make you an adult, so he needed Guardians for that last year, before his OWL/NEWT's. Who apparently, despite feeling the could take care of the Chosen-One REALLY shouldn't, when he was such a popular target).
The caging, the controlling. That 'for your own good, Harry'. Out of some misguided sense of protection, and later fear. So many rules, and locks. Until he couldn't breath, or speak. Just feel that too-small, too-close, don't-order-me. GET-AWAY, I-HATE-YOU. And collapsing, out of sheer anger, and the beginnings of claustrophobia. He hadn't even noticed, when orange became purple. When sad-yellow gave way to raging-red. When orange became purple. When kindness and compassion became MINE-MINE-MINE, and DON'T-YOU-DARE-TAKE-IT!~
"How do you feel about a world vacation?" Harry asked, impulsively.
He couldn't stay. Not in this quiet, small town. The purple pulsed, and raged, restless at the thought of sticking in one place, like this. While also refusing to leave the two it claimed as HIS. His lovely not-wife, and brave Tsu-kun.
He needn't have worried.
Because Nana (beautiful, lovely woman that she was, that he so adored) just smiled. "That sounds lovely, dear. But what will we do with Tsu-kun?"
"He can come with us! After all, it wouldn't be much of a family vacation, without our son." Harry reasoned, excitedly.
Where would they go first? Could he get away with showing her magic districts, as well, or just stick to normal sights? He had a feeling he could, given Nana's casual acceptance of most things. Though he would have to explain to Tsu-kun, who would eventually ask questions.
Later, he would think about Tsuna's education. It wasn't like Naminori Elementary had that good of an education, several teachers should have been fired long ago for incompetence. Honestly, Harry could teach the class better, and he was just using their text-books. Home schooling would be an improvement, and maybe Harry could hire some private-tutors (who wouldn't ask questions). Maybe claim Tsuna was his Squib son, while he was at it, after a trip to the Goblins for an adoption, of course. So the statement couldn't be legally contested.