Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or Tokyo Ghoul. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am only a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: I fell in love with Tokyo Ghoul several years ago when I was living in Japan. It's one of those rare few manga and anime that I've experienced in both mediums to their conclusions, and loved every step of the way.

Ever since discovering fanfiction as a concept, the idea of creating something set in that world has been dancing in my head, but I just couldn't think of a prompt that would do it justice. That is happily no longer the case.

Witness a Harry Potter raised by Rize the Binge Eater.

Note: Instead of the tri-wizard tournament, I'm more going in the direction of the Order of the Phoenix (primarily through Lily) eventually tracking Harry to Japan. I can't wait to write their stumbling adventures trying to find their way there. That does sadly mean no Hermione or Luna. Sorry guys. I love their ships too (obviously) but it won't work this time.

Note: In this world the CCG knows all about magic, and it should be pretty clear how that affects Harry soon enough. I just can't imagine that world wide intelligence and observation network not picking up on it, or wanting magic users on the payroll.

Note: I've had a few more comments about the number of stories on my page so I find myself once more needing to say this:

-I do not have a set schedule for when stories get updated. I write when I have time with my schedule and editing takes even longer.

-I write what I want when I want. This is a hobby for me and I write what pops into my head and what makes me happy. When I force myself to focus on only one thing and crank out chapters it leads to stress, work that isn't up to my usual level, and annoyance with a hobby that normally makes me smile.

-As seen with a couple of my other recent updates, none of my stories are dead or abandoned. Sometimes fresh ideas take a while or I have temporary writer's block. It happens and I deal with it.

Chapter One - The Wizard And The Ghoul

"Lily Potter, step aside." The dark form of Voldemort stood resolute in the frame of the door to the child's room, his bone white wand and red eyes the only contrast from the shadows of the hall and his hood. "Your life was promised to another, so I would spare it this night for the services he rendered."

"W-What are you saying?" Lily angled herself in front of her little boy's crib with her wand drawn. She just needed to get close enough to activate the rune cluster beneath the carpet. It was incomplete, but a partial activation was better than just rolling over for this monster.

"Why do you think I came here tonight? Because you and your husband defied me and refused to accept my rule? Countless others have done the same and they all rank higher on my priorities than you. No, I'm here because a prophecy was cast stating your son is the only being alive that can kill me." The dark lord strode confidently into the room, his sharp gaze at once noticing the outline of paint edged out behind the back of the rug. Clever, but utterly useless in the end. "Yes, Severus proved himself a truly devoted servant for bringing me that news, and thus he has earned his reward in the sparing of your life." In a flash his wand shot out and wood chips flew into the air as a line was carved through the rune markings in the floor, rendering them useless.

Lily moaned in dismay as her one chance disappeared, and Harry shrieked with pain as one of those chips flew into his left eye, sending blood pulsing down his face to pool in the floor of his crib. With all her heart the mother wanted to run to her child and ease his pain, but now more than ever she couldn't afford to look away. James was gone, she knew that, and she couldn't allow the same to happen to her son.

"Severus… betrayed me?"

"He betrayed your husband. From what I understand, the fool made his life a living hell. Funny the things you forgive and the things you choose to hold on to. A literal bully with years of inflicting abuse to others under his belt vs. a close friend who said a bad thing once. You truly are a contrary creature aren't you?" Voldemort chuckled darkly and with a lazy wave of his wand disarmed the woman and pinned her body to the wall. "I applaud your efforts, but they were ultimately fruitless. Now be a good mudblood and keep quiet while I end your whelp."

"I will not-"

The dark lord silenced her without another word. Such tedious creatures these mudbloods. They just could not accept the rule of their betters, even when the difference in their strength was made so readily apparent. Regardless, it was time to finish what he'd come here for.

Marching over to the crib, Voldemort stared down at the squealing infant and raised his wand for a final time. "Harry Potter, it is time to die. As the son of a pureblood I hold no true malice for you personally, but Fate itself has chosen this moment to be your end. Know that your death will herald the arrival of the true Pureblood regime. Avada Kedavra!" A green spark alit the end of the bone white wand, but before the spell itself could be unleashed, time crawled to a near halt, the singular grains of dust in the air barely even twitching on their downward descent.

Where before the room had only held three occupants, four now stood. The newest addition staring from beneath her own hood at the rapidly slowed humans. Pitiful. Why did humanity always feel the need to interfere with her domain? One true prophecy provided as a way for mankind to know that her will was still alive in the cosmos, and this is what was done with it? The being known simply as Fate glared at the slowly forming ball of sickly green light on the tip of the aggressor's wand. Humans were not meant to deal with her domain. None were. Not even Lady Luck had the stones to get involved with her workings and designs.

Now a bearded fuck and a noseless freak had taken her purposely ambiguous words as gospel and fucked up the entire timeline in their attempt to control the workings of prophecy and fate. This confrontation had not been meant for several more decades from now. Voldemort was all set to fall into a magical coma due to a faulty magical ritual in three weeks. As a result, Harry would have been free to hone his craft and abilities over the course of the next five decades before the dark lord woke up to begin his dark crusade again. By that point the two combatants would be about equal in age and ability. Harry would of course come out victorious, but the fallout of their battle would change the world, as magic would not be able to remain hidden when entire trenches in the earth were carved as a result of the conflict, and a new age in the advancement of mankind would begin as a result, with regular mortals and magicals living together in the open.

Now though… that whole plan was going to have to be cut. Ugh. The hooded figure began to pace around the room as her mind took over the flows of Time and Reality, trying to decide on the alternate future that should come about now. Certainly it had to be one that fucked with those that had ruined the last one, but how…

When everything clicked into place the shadow of her hood was illuminated by a set of too sharp, sparkling white teeth. Yes, that was perfect. Focusing the energy of the cosmos into her hand she raised five fingers into the air. First, this prophecy was a wash. Too much had already been changed for it to be effective any longer so it was time to scrap it. One finger fell and the prophecy of the Chosen One marked as Voldemort's equal shattered into so much dust in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries.

Second, humanity needed to advance past this pitiful stage, but magic wasn't the only way to do it. Evolutionary advancement was also a possibility. Mutants already existed in the world but so did many other groups. Each of them deserved a champion just as much as the magical world did. One who could potentially take their reigns and lead them into the future at humanity's side. Hm, which one to choose…. Her mind flashed to a certain group most populous in Japan, but with roots spread out across the world as well, and with a delighted sound in her throat, snapped down the second finger. Yes, now Fate had moved the future onto a new and proper course once more.

But first the child would need to be prepared. The prophecy had originally said he would be Voldemort's equal, so it pleased her to make that so. She could not transfer knowledge, as its accumulation was a product of choice and free will, but she could give the infant equivalent strength, intelligence, charisma, advanced healing, and aptitude. All equal to his prophesied foe in this moment, and all aspects that would increase and grow ever greater with his age. The more she thought about this plan the more she liked it as Harry was more likely to accomplish the goals she could see in the future with these benefits. Her gifts given, the third finger came down.

A brief moment of thought later and the fourth followed, having provided her champion an aura that would make ghouls not even consider his flesh as a food source. It was a subtle latent compulsion field, but it just wouldn't do for him to be eaten before even having a chance to live. Yes, he had a new destiny, but she still wanted him to enjoy life, which kind of meant staying out of the grave was a necessity. It bothered her a great deal that the bearded annoyance that was Albus Dumbledore would have subjected him to a life of pain to fit his goals had she not stepped in.

Now to enact the plan. The fifth finger came down and several things happened at once. First, the broken runic circle on the floor activated and rose off the ground to hover three feet in the air, effectively trapping the dark lord's legs and encapsulating young Harry as well. Second, the runic sequence changed into an entirely new layout of Fate's own design. One with a very particular effect. Third, she disappeared from all forms of mortal sight and detection, and time started once more at its normal pace.

The death curse left Voldemort's wand, but the moment it did the new circle lit up with brilliant crimson light, absorbing the power of the curse and filling the small nursery with a blinding glare that forced Lily's eyes closed from the power. When she finally managed to open them once more she found herself crumpled on the floor, the spell that had been holding her captive no longer in effect. Across the space from her was a burning cloak and unattended wand, but she cared not for those things. No, her son was all that mattered. Forcing herself to her feet on shaking limbs she stumbled over to the crib to take him in her arms, to rock him gently, and to tell him everything would be okay, only to find fresh wails escaping her throat as she beheld one horrible and irrefutable truth. Her baby boy was no longer in his crib. He was gone.

Tokyo - Japan

Rize Kamishiro was having a lovely night. It had taken all eighteen years of her life to find her stride and a place in the world, but she finally had a territory marked out for herself in a pretty safe ward, her reputation was feared enough to keep other ghouls away, and since she was in a touristy area she had a constantly replenishing pool of travelers to choose from whenever she felt the urge to binge on humanity. Though she made it a point to keep away from the local library when she was feeling peckish. The librarian was a nice middle aged lady that let her in at odd hours under the pretense of a night job schedule and she didn't want to have to deal with a replacement. She liked to read, sue her.

There was even a coffee shop in a neighboring ward run by another ghoul that could keep her satiated during the day with the delicious caffeinated beverage he served. Though it was that man's territory, technically, he'd made it clear through their usual channels that all ghouls were welcome as long as they didn't cause problems. To him it was a place where ghouls and humans could interact without malice on either side. Rize found his idealism both foolish and endearing in their own ways. Foolish because ghouls were creatures of instinct and passion, so expecting good behavior was doomed to fail. Endearing, because it was rather nice in her opinion to think of one of their kind aspiring to be more than what nature had made them.

Tonight she was just coming down from the high of another good hunt. As always, she was naked, with her kagune wrapped stylistically around certain areas to protect what little modesty actually mattered in her opinion. Wearing any bit of clothing while on the prowl was a big no no for her as she hated having to clean the blood from her rather high priced garments. Some ghouls wore masks she knew, but honestly if you left anyone alive to identify you without one then you were doing it wrong.

She was just about to wipe the loose blood from her lips when a crimson flash of light lit up the alley she found herself in, and when it cleared she was still sat upon the pile of her victims as before, but there was a new squealing infant in her lap. That just wouldn't do. The noise could attract onlookers.

She placed her hand on its head, intent on snapping its neck, but stopped the moment her hand made contact. At the barest glance of her touch the little boy ceased his wailing and looked up at her with a wet smile, one adorable green eye looking up at her, and an absolutely darling ruined socket staring up from where the left eye had recently been in her estimation. This little one had been in a bit of a scuffle if she were to guess, and he'd come out the winner. A little fighter, then.

There was just something about that single eyed stare, and the happy way that he was looking up at her, as if he trusted her implicitly, and that she was the only thing that mattered in his world… Rize decided she liked that look. She liked it a lot.

Clutching the child to her chest she leaned down and kissed his head, leaving a bloody mark at the passage on his brow. For a reason she could not explain, a name popped into her head. "Harry. My Harry. Yes, Harry Kamishiro has a nice little ring to it, doesn't it?"

At the little boy's happy gurgle she stood up and retrieved a bag with her clothing from behind a nearby dumpster. "Yes, I think it's good too. Now let us go home. That eye needs looking after, and then I'll read you to sleep."

"Gah, Momma!" The little one seemed to crow with delight, bringing a smile to the young woman's face. Her little Harry had just called her his mother!

The Next Day

Mr. Yoshimura, the owner of Anteiku Coffee, was having a delightful morning. He'd woken at his usual time, performed his morning exercises, and then opened the coffee shop for business. His staff arrived soon after, and the usual early crowd wasn't too far behind. They did a respectable amount of business up until the early afternoon, and then he saw one of the strangest sights of his rather long life.

Rize, the Binge Eater, one of the most feared ghouls in Tokyo, wandered in, took a seat, and began cooing to a wriggling bundle in her arms. This made absolutely no sense, and no way was he letting any of his staff treat with someone so deadly. Picking up a notepad he made his way over to the purple haired girl and said, "Good morning, Rize."

"Good morning, Mr. Yoshimura. I'll have a black coffee and a saucer of milk please."

So she wasn't going to bring up her new addition herself? Fine. "If you don't mind my asking, who is your little acquaintance, there?"

"Who, this?" The woman shifted her bundle enough for the old ghoul to make out a lone green eye, staring up at him with blatant curiosity. "This is my new son, Harry."

"Your son?" He leaned down as if asking for clarification on the order, but in reality he was making his voice low enough for only her to hear. "Rize, have you kidnapped that boy? We do not need more police out here looking for him."

Instead of answering, the purplette stood up from her chair, adjusted her hold on the child, and walked past the counter and into the back storage room. The man known formerly as the Owl adjusted his tie and followed, clearly there was information here that she thought it would be better not to whisper.

Once he'd entered the new space and closed the sound proof door behind them both he said, "Out with it."

"Well, that's not a nice way to talk to a loyal customer." Rize pouted.

"I'm not in the mood for games, young lady."

"Oh, fine, take all the fun out of it, why don't you. I didn't kidnap my Harry, he just… appeared. One second I was enjoying a brisk midnight snack and the next there was a flash of light and he was sitting on my lap. It was fate."

"Sounds more like magic."

"Same thing."

"Believe me, it's not." Of course Mr. Yoshimura knew about magic. His former dealings with a certain shadow organization had included joint operations with people that wielded it. "You realize that he could be magical."

"I figured it was a possibility. Just more proof of how great my son is going to be."

There it was again, the possessive tone and use of the familial title. "Rize, you're only eighteen…"

"There are plenty of mothers younger than me."

"You're a ghoul and he's human…"

"I see no reason why that should matter."

"Do you even have any idea how to raise an infant?"

"No…" her eager gaze fell on his own hesitant one, "but I'm sure you do. No one interacts with humanity better than you."

"No, absolutely not."

"Come on, Yoshimura! Give a girl a hand here."

"You're too much trouble."

"I'll stop hunting in your territory."

That brought the older man up short. Keeping the binge eater's murders off his front lawn sounded fantastic, and say what you would about Rize's lack of self control, she was a girl of her word. And what would really happen if he turned her down here? Worst case she grew bored and ate the boy. More likely was that her own general lack of knowledge would cause him to die of malnutrition in a week. Could he live with himself if he allowed that to happen?

The answer was readily apparent and he said, "You'll start work in the shop next week."

"Work?"

"A reason needs to be provided for why you are here so often. If you are a part of Anteiku, that means a steady paycheck for you, a safe place to live, fresh identification papers that will fool the best eyes, and a shop full of coworkers that can help keep an eye on the little one as he grows and gets more active. I will make sure we have enough food to keep him healthy."

Rize thought about the offer, and grew more than a little pensive. "H-He's still my son, though. Even if you help us, right?"

What was going on? Yoshimura had never known this girl to sound so… out of sorts. "If that is truly what you want, then yes. My only goal is to make sure he lives. That doesn't mean you can't be his mom." The old man looked closer and added, "He looks like a westerner. It must have been some feat of magic that sent him all the way over here."

"My boy is already a prodigy."Rize proclaimed, rocking the happy child into an easy snooze. "If it's what is best for my son then I'll take your deal."

"Good. Pick out a room upstairs and get settled. I'll send a uniform in to get tailored while I show you the ropes."

"Excellent. In the meantime I'll start looking into some local pre-schools." The purplette was smiling in a way that Yoshimura had never seen.

"You really are serious about this 'mother' thing aren't you?"

"Of course. I don't know what it was, but the moment his eye looked into mine it was like there was this… connection between us. I just want to protect him, guide him, teach him everything I know, and see what he becomes. He is mine now!" The last was spoken with a menacing growl deep enough to even impress her aged host.

"I don't know whether to be happy for you for finding this joy or terrified at what you're going to become because of it." The shop owner noted. "Come along, the stairs are over here."