A/N: Hey guys and welcome to Chapter 11! This one was working against me a little but I've finally managed to break through and finish it. Such a mean chapter… Oh well, I managed and that's what counts! I'd like to thank everyone for your kind comments as usual~

Enjoy!


The weekend passed without much of a fuss and Harry was happy to stay away from the rest of the student body while he continued practicing his Kidō, Cero and magic.

It wasn't until Monday dawned that things were ruffled up.

He woke to a loud banging against the door and judging by the cracks in the wall, the banging had been going on for a while already. Apparently Dumbledore and the others had figured out where he was staying. He hurriedly got dressed and willed the room to change into something resembling the Gryffindor common room. Appearances were appearances after all.

He opened the door from a distance, not wishing to be blasted back when it opened. Indeed the door slammed backwards into the wall and revealed a rather irritated Dumbledore, followed by the rest of the professors. He spotted Snape looking as annoyed at being dragged along for things like this as usual and had to withhold a chuckle.

"Good morning headmaster, is there a reason you've decided to attempt breaking down the door?" Granted it was Monday, which meant classes were soon to start but the clock on the wall said he still had an hour largely before classes started. Why Dumbledore insisted on dragging him out of bed already was beyond him. Had he been figured out?

"It's unacceptable for our students to stay away from their dorms Harry. Staying away like that will only cause more problems for you." It was obvious the headmaster was trying to collect himself and manipulate Harry again but that was hardly going to work on him now.

"Really? Because the way I see it I'm left alone so I can study without being glared at or judged for a crime I didn't even commit. As I've said many times, I'm not a practitioner of Dark magic." He looked in the old man's eyes as he said that, knowing Dumbledore would be able to see he wasn't lying.

Much to his surprise the headmaster's face remained exactly the same, still looking down on him like he was an ignorant child that just did something wrong. Who the hell did he think he is to treat Harry like that?! he could feel the reiatsu stirring inside of him, both his inner Hollow and his reiryoku reacting to his anger. A small wind began to pick up around him and much to his surprise, the teachers looked almost scared. As if he were some kind of demon.

Now that's really taking it too far. He had done nothing wrong!

"Potter, calm down already!"

Snape's voice was devoid of the usual scathing edge and he looked on guard, worried even, but not scared. At least someone agreed with him, then. Looking past the professors he spotted Ron and Hermione peeking around a corner, trying to see what was going on. Really? How low were they going to stoop…?

"Why should I? Ever since this happened to me I've been nothing but ridiculed and accused of something beyond my control. I should be grateful though… Without this, I would never have realised whom I could trust." he turned to the headmaster. "If you people are smart, you'll leave me alone."

In a burst of reiatsu, the professors were driven to their knees and the two traitorous students were flat on the ground. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have better places to be." He twisted his wrist towards the room of requirement and the Hollow bookcase appeared again, several books flying out of it and into his trunk before his things shrunk themselves and floated into his pocket.

He focussed on wanting to get away as fast as he could, he didn't want to face them longer than he had to. Suddenly he was standing at the castle's entrance, completely confused about how he had gotten here. The only technique he could think of was Sonído, but he hadn't mastered it at all yet…

Trying to focus again, he realised the feeling he had earlier didn't return to him and sighed. "Just once, huh? Oh well."

His broom returned to it's normal size and he climbed on easily. Time to get going.

The safest place to be right now would be…

Gringotts.


Once he spotted the bank he began slowing down and finally realised exactly how exhausted he was. Not only had his encounter with the headmaster caused him to lose a lot of energy but so had the flight. From the Scottish countryside to London was quite a trip after all and he'd probably completed it in record time. One day's flight in about six hours… Not bad.

It wasn't until he had entered the bank that he allowed himself to collapse against a wall. Really, was it too much to ask to have a little bit of peace while he dealt with the unusual changes inside himself? Of course it was, he is Harry Potter after all.

Whispers broke out among the current visitors of the bank and with an annoyed growl, everything suddenly became quiet. Wandless and non-verbal silencing spell… All right then, that wasn't quite what he had expected. He was exhausted anyway, how was he still capable of casting magic?

"Mister Potter, if you could follow me for a moment."

He struggled to get up and indeed followed the Goblin to a separated room, which was apparently one of the discussion or negotiation rooms the bank was willing to rent to paying parties for sensitive discussions.

"If you could wait a moment, your account manager will be with you soon."

He had absolutely no idea why the goblin was being so borderline courteous to him, especially considering the way he had barged into the bank.

He took the break as a moment to catch his breath and think back on what had happened. Surely the Hogwarts rumour mill was already running wild about how he had been caught preparing a dark ritual and had been caught red-handed by the headmaster, which was of course total bull but that was exactly why it would be a popular rumour. And once rumours stick around long enough, they become truth to people until their notions are dispelled.

The exact same thing happened when he had been declared the Heir of Slytherin and when he had been accused of cheating to enter the Triwizard Tournament.

'And last year was Umbridge. I never get a break, do I?' he asked himself with a small chuckle. Really, it was laughable now that he was detached from the situation. Good, they can't hurt you. You're above them after all.

Ah, so the voice was back too. 'Weren't you asleep or something…?' He wondered before the doors opened and another goblin entered, dropping a heavy ledger on the table.

"Mister Potter, we meet at last. I am Gripclaw, the Potter Account Manager. As I understand it, you need a secure way to Japan, do you not?"

Harry could only gape at the other in astonishment. "How… How did you know?"

"Well, aside from the fact we hold tabs on any sign of such old creatures, I already knew about your affliction the moment it happened. Your mother had noted an eventuality of this happening and spelled her letter to come to my attention if it had not been taken out of the Potter family vault yet. An Arrancar, how unusual…"

As weird as it was that this goblin already knew about him, the musing way in which he spoke about his rank in the Hollow hierarchy bode nothing but trouble in Harry's mind. Gripclaw made it sound like they were going to take him apart and experiment on him or something! He knew he was a very rare catch but still…

A laugh broke him out of his thoughts and he told himself he would be very happy to never hear such a sound again. "Not to worry young Mister Potter, we are not here to harm you. On the contrary, the ministry's reaction to you would be far more entertaining to observe. As things stand you should be emancipated first, since underage magical citizen aren't allowed to leave the country without parental permission."

"Luckily for you, the Ministry is made out of idiots, making your imminent emancipation a possibility. Your participation to the Triwizard Tournament already made you electable for emancipation, as well as your formal hearing at the Ministry. By trying you as an adult, they consented to the emancipation as well. I assure you this won't take long and you will find yourself incredibly satisfied you went through with this. Especially if our suspicions about a meddling old man prove to be true."


And so two hours later emerged Lord Harry James Potter-Black, Heir to the Houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin, the latter by right of conquest.

"You have my portkey, then?"

In the last two hours Harry had been made the head of the Potter family as well as given the heir rings of Gryffindor and Slytherin, something that had come as quite a shock to him. He had even received the Black lordship through Sirius, making him his heir. He knew Sirius had made him his heir since Dumbledore had told him over a rather lacking letter during the summer but he hadn't quite known what that entailed at the time. Needless to say a lot of information had been left out...

Not only that, he had discovered that Dumbledore had been stealing from the only accessible vault he possessed at the time, his trust vault. As a result, all keys had been destroyed and he had been gifted with new ones, for a price.

Although Dumbledore's reasoning was still unknown, Harry knew he wasn't going to let him get away with such things. His vaults were all sealed off that day while his Portkey was prepared, courtesy of Gringotts. He also paid for a two-way mirror to communicate with the bank if dire circumstances were to arise, such as Dumbledore trying to get into his vaults. If he needed to pay for anything, Harry had a pouch that was keyed to only him; that way he'd be able to retrieve as much money as needed in Galleons, Pounds or Yen.

"Yes, everything's been prepared and the costs of everything have been retrieved from your vaults. We will take detailed inventory of your vaults and send them to you once finished." The goblin promised while handing him a golden medallion.

"This medallion can take you directly to Gringotts and to Karakura's station in the Ishikawa prefecture. You will be needing this as well." The goblin handed him an odd-looking potion, which seemed to have a rather tick consistency.

"This will help you understand everything that is said and written in Japanese as though it were English and it will help your capacity to learn the language in a shortened amount of time but I advise you do study it because taking much of this isn't healthy at all, it will only last three months as well, during which you will be expected to have mastered at least reading and speaking Japanese."

Great, more schoolwork to worry about… Though all things considered, it would probably be better this way rather than having to learn a language the usual way with Hermione on his back nagging about everything.

"Alright, thank you for all the trouble you've gone through to help me. It's been much appreciated."

The goblin nodded and simply grinned at him. "You will hear from us within the next week. To activate the portkey you must simply say 'Karakura, Japan' and to return to Gringotts, just say 'Gringotts, England'."

Without further ado, Harry activated the portkey. It wasn't until he arrived that he had the time to realise just how much of a bad idea that had been. Even with the family magicks stabilising him, the intense spinning had been much worse than what he experienced during regular portkeys, leaving him dry-heaving as he hadn't eaten anything yet that day either. 'How did I make it through all this without passing out again…?' He asked himself before doing just that.


A/N: Well, that was quite the adventure, wasn't it? We've finally made it to Japan! Wonder who Harry will meet? Stay tuned till the next chapter~ (And the rest of the story while you're at it, kay~?)

For those asking me to continue and not discontinue the story, no worries! Like I've told a few reviewers before, I already have the entire structure of the fic planned out so I won't get bored with this one or go off track, since I already know where I'm going. This would be so much more difficult if I didn't know what I wanted to do with this ^^

See you guys next time!

Love,
~Lumina