Turning Tides

Chapter Five: The Isles II

By: Saadie

Summary: And really, Harry has Voldemort to thank for this one. Being the first and probably only person to be a living Horcrux and survive its removal turns out to have more cons than pros. Now if only Harry can survive it and the new world he must adapt to in order to survive, he might just actually end up thanking Voldemort for helping him find a place to belong to.

Disclaimer: I don't feel very rich right now so I must not own Harry Potter or One Piece. Alas, that is the lot life has given me. I shall content myself with fanfiction.

He was startled out of his hysterics by the sound of the door opening and forced himself to stay calm long enough to see who came through the door. His eyes widened, eyebrows flying into his hairline and breath catching in his throat at the sight of a face he thought he'd never saw again, "Lu-".

He choked up, biting back the rest of the name before he could finish it. This wasn't Luna. There were black curls, not pale sheets of straggly blonde hair, framing this Luna's face and the same long eyelashes and gently arched brows were darker. But everything else was the same. Those startled light grey eyes, that stubborn chin, pale skin, bow shaped lips. She finished her conversation with the lady and turned to smile at him.

Bloody hell she even had Luna's dimples. He swallowed again shakily, "Calm down Harry," he told himself, "this isn't Luna, at least not the Luna you know. Maybe this is some freaky alternate universe where people look the same as other people you know. You're not in Hogwarts anymore, heck, you're not even on Earth anymore. This isn't Luna."

"Hello stranger, how are you feeling?"

He starts a little again and flushes, embarrassed for being so lost in his thoughts again. He's surprised that he can understand her until his brain reboots itself and he realizes that she was speaking to him in English. "I'm err, alright I think. I'm a little disoriented still, and confused, but I think I'm okay."

She smiles wider, emphasizing her dimples (Luna's dimples his mind whispers), "What's your name, stranger?"

He takes a moment to take in her lilting accent the fact that her voice was firmer than Luna's dreamy tone before realizing she's waiting for an answer. "Er, Harry, Harry Potter," he stammers; Merlin she probably thinks he's an idiot now.

She looks at him, lips twisting slightly in amusement, "Well then, Harry, Harry Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Dia."

He's still staring, he knows it, know he should stop but he can't. It's too bizarre sitting here talking to her when she looks so much like Luna except she's not but she seems to be the only one speaking English in this place so there's really no one else to speak to and he's kind of thirsty and his head is still pounding and he's certain it's because of those weird strings of pearls and seashells woven into his hair, that Luna had woven into his hair and blast it, he's back to thinking about Luna again and the not-Luna is still the one across from him, laughing lightly.

"You're distracted," she says.

He nods slowly.

"Do I remind you of someone you know?"

She phrases it as a question but they both know it's a statement. He finds himself nodding once again, puzzled as to how she would know.

"You're a wizard, aren't you? You went to Hogwarts and there you met a girl by the name of Luna Lovegood. I look almost exactly like her and now you're confused. But the most likely person to send you here would be her so she should have told you she had a sister over here. Didn't Luna tell you that we were twins?" she cocks her head to the side exactly like Luna does and Harry shivers.

But suddenly everything clicks and the whole bizarre night comes back. The fact that Voldemort had gotten the last laugh after all, that the horcrux had done more damage than anyone else knew, that his soul was damaged, that he was going to lose pieces of himself and forget everything. And her sister, Luna's twin sister Diana – the young woman standing across from his now with curious eyes was the sister that Luna had told him about. The girl who had been in the same situation as him long, long ago.

"Yo-you still remember her?" he croaks.

"I remember that I had a twin sister named Luna. I remember that my mother was Selene Lovegood and my father was named Xenophilius Lovegood. I remember that we lived in Ottery St. Catchpole and that our house was called "The Rook". I remember a great number of things and I have forgotten an even greater number. You are here for the same reason then? A damaged soul?"

He finds himself suddenly pouring out all the bizarre events leading up to the day. She walks over and takes a seat next to him on the bed easily. She lays a gentle hand on his as he rabbles on about how it's just not fair that even after everything his bloody soul was all messed up and why couldn't this all just happen to someone else for once? He doesn't notice Dia nodding to the woman as she quietly eases her way out of the room with a soft smile. He goes on and on about his worries, of how he's scared and how he misses his friends already and how he worries about things back home even. It was as if everything was finally sinking in and the severity of his situation was hitting him all at once.

Later Harry would look back in embarrassment and wonder why he had told everything to a complete stranger like that and why he completely broke down over something like this when he'd lived through a war. Right now though he let Dia guide his head down onto the pillow, not even bothering to fight his exhaustion. He drinks the lightly flavoured water she hands him and falls asleep to gentle hands brushing his hair away from his face.

Dia stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her quietly with a tired sigh. She's had years to put everything behind her but none of that had involved being ready to face it all again. And then suddenly this man appears washed up onto their shore speaking English of all languages, sent here by her sister. Her younger, not-twin sister. After what she had done, Dia wonders if they're even considered sisters anymore. But either way her little sister had sent this man over so he much have been important enough to her.

"How is he?"

Dia looked up from where she had been studying her shoes with a wiry smile, "High Priestess Rhia-nu. He is fine, exhausted both physically and emotionally, but fine. I took a cursory glance at his soul after he fell asleep; Mother has already begun her work on him, his soul shouldn't suffer much. "

Rhia-nu smiled at her, "Well done Dia. I'll have to ask if you'd mind him moving in with you until he's got his bearings about him? You are the one who'd know best about his condition."

Dia blinked once, twice, and then sighed. "Of course. Although I feel a sudden urge to chuck my shoe across dimensions at this little sister of mine. I will need some help preparing a guest room for him, perhaps I'll borrow Jaco from Aunt Siiva for an evening or two. Have you other duties for me, High Priestess?"

"No dear, it's getting late. And it's Rhia when we're not at the temple child, I've told you this many times before," chided Rhia-nu softly.

Dia grinned cheekily, "Yes, Ma Rhia. I'll head on home now then. Sohi has gotten permission to stay over for a few days, will you join us for dinner?"

"Of course dear, I'll be over after I finish up with a few things at the temple. Now go on and pick up little Sohi, she'll be bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement waiting for you."

They parted ways and Dia ambled down the beaten old path to pick up her little bundle of sunshine.

"DIA-NEE!"

Dia braced herself as Sohi launched herself into Dia with a flying tackle, catching the five year old with an ease the spoke of much practice. "Good evening Sohi-chan, how was your day?"

Dia walked home slowly, eventually setting the excitable five year-old down on the ground and taking her hand as Sohi chattered excitedly about everything she'd done that day. They went along at an easy pace, joking and laughing, greeting the other villagers who were on their way home from work. At Sohi's insistence, they stopped by to pick up a small cake for dessert.

While the five year old was busy oo-ing and aah-ing over the different cakes, the door to the small bakery opened again and Dia turned. A young man with tousled sandy blonde hair ducked into the bakery, trying to balance more than he could carry properly. "I'm got the delivery from Ma here, Tanaki-san!" he called.

Dia smiled and made her way over the relieve one of the larger baskets the blonde was laden with, "Hello Jaco."

Jaco flushed slightly at the realization that she had witnessed his less than graceful entrance and mumbled a greeting. Quickly, he moved off to the side to drop off all the produce his mother had insisted he bring over. Tanaki-san bustled out from the back room, thanking Jaco with a warm smile before turning her attention to Sohi. "Why hello there little lady, have you made up your mind yet?" she asked, wiping flour covered hands over her apron absently.

Sohi looked up at her with wide blue eyes and shook her head furiously. She pressed her nose against the glass, face screwed up in intense concentration, drawing a low laugh out of the baker.

Dia smiled softly at the adorable picture Sohi made but looked up as Jaco tapped her shoulder. "Sorry about that, Ma wanted me to bring everything over tonight so she doesn't have to rush in the morning. How've you been?"

"Been busy," she shrugged, "the whole temple's rushing to get ready to the festival next week. Honestly, I love the festivals, but this stress once a month is something I could really do without. It keeps us busy though, that's for sure."

He laughed, rubbing the back of his head, "Yeah, those are always fun. I always forget how much busier you guys are at the temple for these things; Ma runs me ragged already with deliveries the days before, I can't imagine that the High Priestess has you lot doing. Did you hear about the stranger that washed up unto our shores? Not some pirate this time either, Dani's been running from house to house telling everyone."

Dia snorted, "Of course the little tyke would. If Sohi hadn't been in for a check-up, I'm sure she would have raced down the streets with him. As a matter of fact, I have seen him. I just came from Lavender House's Resting Room, he's there, disoriented and he doesn't speak a word of our language."

Jaco's eyebrows climbed past his fringe, "Really? How'd you guys figure out what's wrong then? Actually, where the heck is that guy from to not speak our language?"

She hesitated for a second before shaking it off, really this was Jaco, they grew up together and he knew where she was from. "He speaks my language."

"Why would he speak your language? I thought you only know that because – oh!" he cut himself off, smacking his forehead in his 'duh' moment, "so he's from there? Your world? Arth?"

She rolled her eyes fondly, slapping his arm is exasperation, "It's Earth silly. And yes, he's from there. My," she swallowed thickly, "my sister sent him here. He's sick too, like I was."

She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed before looking up with a wiry smile, "You busy tonight? I know your Da's out with the crew for the week, why don't you and your Ma come over for dinner? Ma Rhia's promised to head over after wrapping some things up and Sohi adores your mother. And," she added with a knowing smile at Sohi's direction, "with more people, we could get a bigger cake. Like the chocolate-razzleberry torte Sohi's been staring at for the past five minutes."

The five year old let out an excited squeal before pouncing on Jaco, "Oh yes! Please, please, please come! I haven't seen Auntie Siiva for a week now! Oh, you just have to come, Jaco-nii! You have to, you have to!"

Jaco laughed and detached the excitable little girl from his left leg, "Alright, alright! I'll go home and tell Ma we're coming over for dinner then. I'll see you in a bit."

They said their goodbyes and Dia handed the money for the cake over to a very amused Tanaki-san. Sohi complained that her feet were tired and so Dia ended up balancing the five year old on her right hip and carefully carrying the cake with her left hand. She thanked the Goddess that Sohi clung to her like a limpet and that the distance back home wouldn't take more than five minutes to cover or she would never have made it home.

Once there, she set Sohi on a stool across the counter and started on dinner, relaxing to the familiar motions and the toddler's endless stream of chatter. She was just starting the last dish when there was a knock on the door. Before she could respond, Sohi had slipped off the stool with a cry of, "I'll get it!" and ran towards the door. Rolling her eyes in fond exasperation, Dia switched the fire to low and followed Sohi to the front door.

She arrived just in time to see Jaco sweeping the child off her feet and placing her upon his shoulders with a grunt. Sohi squealed her delight and yanked at Jaco's hair, prompting a pained hiss from the boy while his mother, Siiva, tried to convince the child to loosen her grip. Dia greeted her guests with a quick hug before making her way back to the kitchen, confident that her young charge was in good hands. Siiva followed her and set a small basket of fresh fruit on the counter, "I know you always tell us not to bring anything but really, the harvest this season was just so wonderful, you have to try some dear!"

"Oh Aunt Siiva, you really shouldn't be giving away money like that!" Dia laughed.

Siiva waved her off, "Nonsense dear, you're always asking us over. Now, does that pot need stirring?"

Dia could only shake her head at Siiva's insistence to help out and settled on shatting with her while they both set about finishing up with dinner. Sohi kept Jaco busy, demanding his attention and clinging to him like a favourite toy. The two women laughed as he struggled to keep his footing while the little monkey used him as a replacement for a jungle gym.

Soon Rhia-nu arrived with a jug of the islanders' favourite wine and they sat down to dinner, savouring the spicy and fruity drink. Sohi whined a little about her cup being heavily watered down but otherwise dinner was a quiet affair, relaxing and very much welcomed after the long week.

And if Dia managed to wheedle a promise out of Jaco to help prep the guest room for their mysterious guest tomorrow somewhere between appetizers and dessert, it was nothing more than a lovely coincidence.

Even if she was going to be put through hell trying to put Sohi to bed after she consumed too much cake, it was worth it.

Harry woke to the sound of soft chatter. He strained to catch the conversation before realizing that it was pointless – he still didn't understand a word of the language and falling asleep hadn't magically given him the ability to learn the language overnight.

The conversation stopped, almost as if they could sense that he had been trying to eavesdrop. A few moments later, there was the sound of approaching footsteps before the screen beside the bed was pushed aside and he was greeted by the smiling visage of a cherubic blonde. She greeted him brightly, not minding that he didn't answer and instead spent his time gaping at her. Or more specifically, gaping at the strings of pearls and seashells in her hair.

She handed him a warm wet cloth and when he didn't react, she simply plucked it out of his hand and started to wipe his face for him. He sputtered and snatched it back, cleaning his own face while blushing up to his eyeballs. The blonde only smiled wider while rocking back and forth on her heels.

Next she handed him two cups, gesturing to the dark blue one, miming that he should drink that first.

Harry eyed the murky liquid skeptically before shrugging internally. If these people had wanted to hurt him, they would have done so long ago when he was unconscious and defenseless. He raised the cup towards her in a mocking toast before downing it in three large gulps. For medicine it was a heck of a lot better than potions ever were, it was still bitter but more in an herbal-tea way than the whole 'I-think-I-know-where-Ron's-rancid-socks-went" way. It was also a major plus that the consistency remained that of water and hadn't mysteriously transformed into a gag reflex inducing sludge during its creation.

Once that was done, she nodded encouragingly towards the other cup and he took a sip of the water to clear the rest of the taste from his mouth. She took the cups back and then gestured for him to settle against the headboard of the bed.

He was surprised and pleasantly so by the tray that she placed on his lap after he leaned back into the pillows that were now acting as cushions. There was a plate with some sort of salad, a grilled wrap with some kind of meat and a lumpy yogurt-like substance on it, as well as a white cup containing a deep yellow juice.

The salad was delightfully refreshing, the wrap was spicy – he had nearly choked after the first bite- but delicious and the odd yogurt-like side dish did wonders for putting out the fire in his mouth. His drink turned out to be some sort of sweet nectar that reminded him slightly of mangoes but was completely novel otherwise. He doubted he'd ever see bangers and mash around in this place and if the cuisine was anything to go by, he didn't think any of the food native to Earth could be found here.

The blonde had left sometime while he was gorging himself but returned with a set of clothes that she left on a chair next to the bed. She waved at him in a bubbly manner before miming something and closing the door. Harry figured she had work to do and finished up his lunch before gingerly getting to his feet and examining the clothes.

They were beige, one dark and one light, plain enough to suit either gender.

What was surprising, however, was that they weren't a simple set of shirt and trousers. Instead, he was faced with was looked to be a pair of flowing pants with a series of ties to hold them up. The lighter fabric looked like nothing more than a large square of triangular patterned cloth.

Harry must have stood there for a good ten minutes staring at the pieces of cloth in his hand. Finally he decided, to hell with it all, he'd just try and pull them on and hope to Merlin he didn't come out looking like a complete idiot. He thanked every god out there that the boxers slipped in-between the pants looked exactly like boxers.

He was just wrestling with the pants – he had no luck with those ties at all, the moment he moved on to the other side, some tie seemed to undo itself – when there was a sudden knock on the door. Without thinking, he tossed a, "Come in!" absently over his shoulder (he was used to living in an all-boy dormitory and he was pretty sure camping out with Mione for a year had led to them seeing each other in awkwardly naked moments so many times he had all the sexuality of a Ken doll to her).

The door creaked open and then an amused voice sounded, "Well, you're certainly not body shy, are you Harry, Harry Potter?"

Harry whirled around so fast that he tripped over his pants and fell into a graceless heap on the floor. Groaning, he stared up into Dia's laughing face.

He just had all the luck with first, second, and third impressions, didn't he?

AN: So exams caught me up waaaaaay more than I thought possible. And then I had all of what? A week before summer term started? I love summer term though; I'm only taking one course, but honestly? It should be illegal for school to be this much fun. I'm getting up at the crack of dawn to commute down five times a week and I'm still enjoying myself. There has GOT to be a rule against that somewhere.

Anyone notice that utterly lazy and uncreative title? I sure did. And really, I'm really, really sorry about that. If anyone can come up with a better title, pretty please tell me so I can change it? "The Isles II" is so bland. This chapter was originally supposed to go on longer but there's this part of my brain just screaming at me to post something already goddamit it! So I gave in and things drew to an abrupt close. Hope you guys like it, the plot should start moving more and you'll actually see One Piece characters we all know and love starting next chapter if it all goes well. Not an awful lot of Harry this chapter either, I know.

Also, happy belated Mother's Day to everyone out there. I think I'll be missing the day by a few minutes by the time I'm posting this.

To everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I'm so sorry I didn't manage to get back to you guys. I read them and I loved them. Heck they make my day and I was smiling because of one while simultaneously freaking out about that exam I had to write an hour later, so thank you to all who reviewed!

To Widar, the "small error" will be fixed tomorrow, I'd do it now but I really need to get to sleep if I want to be awake tomorrow morning.
To Red Crow, I was going to slip in a description this chapter but it ran away from me! I'm sorry, I'll try for next chapter though, along with his new clothes and everything.

Still shamelessly begging for reviews (when do I not?)

Saadie