July,21, 2011


"Professor, where are we?" Harry asked as he and Dumbledore walked a stone path in a dark forest, following a tall hooded figure. It was raining, leaving the three to trudge through the mud caked on to the path with great difficulty. Every once and a while they would see a cottage, dimly lit with tiny candle flames, floating in midair by magic.

"This, Harry, is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor. It was a very different place than it is today."

Harry widened his eyes "Really?" Dumbledore nodded

"The person who's memory this belongs to was, as I told you, an old friend of Gryffindor. His name is Isamo."

"You said that Gryffindor was from Japan right? Does this mean that we're in.."

"No Harry, we are in what will be called in the future, Godric's Hollow. We are still in England, but yes, he is part Japanese.."

"Godric's Hollow?" Harry asked, shocked.

Dumbledore nodded. "It seems the two of you have a connection." He chuckled.

As the group got deeper into the forest, they noticed that there were rags of cloth hanging from the edges of the branches, along with bits and clumps of fur. On the ground, the tracks of some sort of bear or wolf were seen. There were small tracks of blood along with them.

"Can't even clean up after himself. Typical Godric." the hooded figure muttered, and drew a wand from his inside pocket. He waved it at the scenery, making the blood, rags and fur dissapear.

"So this is the secret of Godric Gryffindor?" Dumbledore asked himself, looking around- very fascinated- at the scenery.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked

"Do you know what this means Harry? It seems that Gryffindor was, indeed, a werewolf."

Harry gasped "But how come nobody knew?"

"There are many things about the founders of Hogwarts that many of us do not know." Dumbledore said cooly, and followed the hooded man.

They finally arrived to the end of a forest, a spot where it would take you five minutes to walk down the rest of the path to reach the beach. The rain had stopped, revealing the sea of stars that were painted on the sky. There was a small hut, a bit larger than Hagrid's, around 20 feet away from the cliff and smoke was puffing out of the chimney. A man with red hair and a red beard was pacing around the room. He was tall with broad shoulders and his face was scratched and scarred. The walls of his home were glittering with swords that hung like trophies.

"Is that him?" Harry asked, trembling like a little girl meeting her celebrity crush

"Yes Harry." Dumbledore said. The figure walked to the door and knocked gently.

"Godric-san?" he asked in a soothing voice

"He's japanese too?" Harry asked himself. Dumbledore chuckled and pointed his wand to Harry's neck, muttered a spell and lowered his wand.

The red-headed man opened the door and sighed "Don't look at me with that face, Isamo-san." he said in japanese

"I can understand him! Why can I understand him?" Harry asked

"Mr. Weasly was telling the truth when he said you were allowed to temporarily use magic outside of school. But I presume you did not trust the words of the Ministry?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded. Isamo walked into the small hut. Dumbledore and Harry quickly followed him before Godric closed the door.

"Of all the places to be, you come back to England?" Isamo hissed

"Well, I was born and raised here." Godric snorted

"Look, I understand your need to avoid your ex-wife but-"

"Who told you about that?" Godric's voice boomed

"You did." Isamo said simply and sat down in a chair. Godric sighed and handed Isamo a cup of what Harry thought was whiskey.

"She thinks that we're still in love." Godric said miserably and slouched in his chair "Really, if she wasn't such a pest about it, i'd confront her and tell it's over. Honestly, the woman's mad!"

"That isn't the problem. You do realize, now the wizarding community is under the impression that you are deliberatly avoiding her because she isn't a muggle?" Isamo asked "Honestly, the things people think of these days."

"I do not care. Just because I'm pro-muggle rights doesn't mean i'm anti-magic. Besides, I doubt she would even except me for what I really am."

"You don't even exept yourself. Why is that book opened to the werewolf killing page?"

"Pay more attention, it says "Werewolves: The Cure."

"Professor...he's trying to..?" Harry sputtered

"I beleive so." Dumbledore said cal my, yet it was obvious he was just as shocked as Harry was.

"This has something to do with why you picked England?"

"Yes. Seems like some of the herbs I need mainly thrive in England." Godric said, and poured a hot metal substance into a bucket. He used his wand to move the bucket into the fire for further burning.

"What are you doing?" Isamo asked

"I'm making a sword. The people living in this forest need some form of security. They've already assmebled a guard."

"Speaking of which, how come the cottages here don't have any people living inside, but their are candles lit?"

"The natives of this forest know of the dangers that show themselves at night, so they sleep up in the trees and come down during the day. I have a deal with them you see." Godric said

"Oh?" Isamo asked

"I help protect them, and in return, they do not give away to the Werewolf Containment Foundation."

"That must be a big help. Seeing as how you're in exile, and the Ministry's got the world against you." Isamo said calmly

"Not the whole world! Just most of England..and Africa...and America..."

"Not to mention the pacific islands." Isamo pointed out. The two stared at each other and started laughing

"Sir, I don't see what this has to do with-" Harry started

"Horcruxes? Harry, I'm showing you this as a favor from a friend of mine. There's something you need to know."

"Something I need to know?"

Dumbledore sighed "Now is not the time, and it is not my place to tell you, but let me be the one that tells you that everything that happens to us, happens for a reason." Someone knocked on the door again. Godric opened the door, and sighed again.

"Did my ex-wife send you here?" he asked.

As the person at the door walked in, Harry gasped "That's...that's not...possible..." he croaked

The figure that had walked in the hut, looked exactly like Haruhi. Her hair was longer though, and was neatly braided. Her bangs were swept to the right, and her large brown eyes were colder than the Haruhi he knew.

"Pleased to meet you, my name is-"

"Isamo. I know." The woman said. "Don't bother to ask how I know your name. This is the Wizarding world, for goodness sakes."

Isamo raised and eyebrow at the woman, but before he could say anything, "This is her right-hand woman." Godric said, Isamo's eyes went wide.

Harry didn't know what to say, or do "H-Haruhi?" he asked, on the verge of fainting.

Dumbledore took Harry's arm and shook him a bit, to snap him out of it. "Pay close attention to this part, Harry."

"Should I remind you that I'm the one wasting my time finding your precious herbs just so that you can get back in the Ministry's good graces?" she growled

"You know that it's the cure. It'll help you too." Godric said

"Yes. About one eighth of me."

"What are you talking about?" Isamo asked. "Haruhi" took out her dagger and pointed it at Isamo's neck.

"It's none of your concern." she said darkly.

"Give me that!" Godric ordered and snatched the dagger from her. The words coming from Godric's mouth were muffled. Isamo was in pure shock, to whatever it was that Godric had told him. Godric looked as if he had said something terribly out of place. The woman looked furious, she snatched her dagger back from Godric, gave Isamo a nasty look, and slammed the door as she left the hut.

"I thought she looked familiar." Isamo whispered.

And with that, the vision had ended. Harry slouched in a corner of Dumbledore's office. "I don't understand, Sir.." he mumbled

"You've yet to make the connection?" Dumbledore asked him. Harry shook his head. "Tell me, Harry. What did you see on the back of that woman's' robe?" Harry shrugged. "It was the Fujioka Family Crest. That girl you saw, is an ancestor of your lover." Dumbledore said.

Harry went woozy. "I..kneeeewww tha..Profether….." he mumbled

"You called for me, Albus?" asked a familiar voice. Harry turned his head and stared at the man that wasn't there before. The man had slick black hair which was tied into a tight ponytail. The dark bags under his violet eyes gave him a mysterious- almost ominous- look.

"You.. you're the man from the memory! I recognize your voice!" Harry cried. "How are you still..?"

Isamo gave him a wide grin "Alive? Vampire." he said, and Harry realized he wasn't grinning, but showing him his fangs.

"Was there really a need to not show us the end?" Dumbledore asked

"It does not concern you at all." the man said "We have a deal, do we not my old friend?"

"I beleive so. You wish to know where she is, correct?" Dumbledore asked

"Yes. She is the only one awake that is like..her." the man said.

"Yes, Yes...but I am afraid that you have not completed your end of the deal. The complete memory, my friend." Dumbledore said with a kind smile.

Isamo looked away from the two, "What you need to know is that.. when I was nine years old, I had a younger and an older sister. My mother had passed away from an outbreak in our village, and my father was.. trying to get through it. I ran away, leaving my younger sister to deal with the rest of the family. My older sister became a noble in England after my father died, and my younger sister became… her right hand-woman" he trailed off "Godric was married to my older sister, but left her after a year and a half."

Harry gasped. "So..that woman was..?"

"Godric told her.. don't go making death threats to family.." Isamo said "After all these years.. she still hates me."

"You're a Fujioka!" Isamo nodded to Harry, who went into another streak of shock. "My girlfriend's… related to a vampire.."

Dumbledore said "You can go with Harry back to Japan and meet her. But please, do be carefull with greeting her. She's in the hospital."

"Oh, my." Isamo said "Is she alright?"

"She's …getting better, but are you sure you want to meet her? She might get freaked out she has ancestors from centuries ago that are stil alive." Harry said, afraid of Isamo's reaction if he said that Haruhi had lost an eye.

"I've been informed by a reliable source that she will find out our family's history soon, so no worries. For now, I am posing as her great uncle. I'll be staying with her and her father for a few days." Isamo said

"History?" Harry asked "Wait a minute… there's more vampires in your family.. aren't there?"

"Mr. Potter, it is none of your concern… but for the sake of your thirst for knowledge, there's just one more in our family." he said, whispering the last part. Harry had a lump in his throat. "Please, do not be angry with her. She doesn't know herself."

"Harry, you will take Isamo to Japan with you and Mr. Weasley. He will meet Haruhi in the morning, as it is getting very late in Japan." Dumbledore said calmy before Harry remembered his promise to Haruhi.

"Sir.. I'll uh.. I'll take me leave now." Harry said, walking back- wobbly- to the staircase. "Just.. Just wait here, Mr. Fujioka." Harry made his way downstairs, trying his best to process all of the information. He felt slightly bad, knowing more about Haruhi's family than she did, almost stalkerish. As he left the staircase, he was bombarded by his friends. Ron, Hermione and the others had met up with a few of his other friends in the hallways, and they had followed them to Dumbledore's Office's entrance.

They asked about everything to Harry, staying away from things like "What happened to her?" and "Is it too serious?"

"Can I marry her?" Seamus asked. Harry stared at him murderously. "It was worth a shot." Seamus shrugged

The group had kept Harry at Hogwarts for hours, and as it was still morning in England, they weren't tired at all. They also took him to meet Hagrid for tea and play some Quidditch. Harry had practice with the team (Dean was the honorary Seeker on days that Harry wasn't there, while Katie Bell was the honorary Coach), drank a butter-beer, nearly gave Malfoy a heart attack, and ate a marvelous Hogwarts dinner. All was well. Until Harry realised it was 10:00 P.M. Japan time.