Harry Potter/Kaede (Lucy)

Disclaimer: Neither of the stories belongs to me.

Warning: Contain violence, language, and lot of death (possible implied/realistic sex scenes in the future)

What if Harry Potter learned to control magic before he was trained to be submissive? "Abandoned" by Vernon Dursley in Kamakura at the age of six, Harry is not worried at all. He can protect himself. The young girl with pink hair and horns doesn't seems to be able to though. Hmmm…Seeing that she isn't part of the human that he hated wholeheartedly, he would tolerate and protect her…for the time being.

Kaede always knew she was different, unique. Now if she can only just prove that to the new boy at the orphanage…

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Author Comment: sorry 'bout not updating so long, I know I promised to update once a week but…got kind of caught up between my life and 2 online courses…_ Review, review to remind me to update peoples!!! And for the people that I have told I'm going to update this weekend, I didn't lie, I was planning to update then until I knew I had 2 finals coming up on Monday, yes, today. I just finished the tests and immediately started typing, as many can see, this is a pretty long chapter (spent more than four hours on this), so I better see some good reviews or I'm going to get depress. If there is plenty reviews and all goes well, tomorrow would be the second chapter.

A fluffy chapter made as an apology for the angst and whatnots will happen to them soon. In here, Lucy, as how girls mature faster than boys, will realize her true feelings. Their first kiss will be…initiated in the next chapter. But for hopeful individuals, that's as far as the relationship would go. Sorry, sorry, I look forward to it as well, but as the plots demands it, their relationship would never been given a chance to fully develop until much, much later... I know that this may just makes their separation even harder to bear but…the guilt would be necessary to push the plot along and enhance Lucy's maturity. And they do deserve a short break before thrown back into Harry's chaotic life. Lucy deserves a chance to see how deep their connection goes and how much she really loved him.

Did this in a hurry, if you can say four hours as a hurry…but, anyways! Tell me if you all catch any bugs!!

Best read along with 'Could this be love' by Victoria Acosta and 'Everytime we touch' by Cascada in Youtube. Enjoy.

Review you all. Whenever I found fifty valid reviews, I'm automatically going to renew a chapter to show appreciation for your support.

Ah! Shoot, forgot about this: Voting about whether Kouta should die or not. Ends tomorrow. For people reviewed already, sent me a message.

Chapter 6

The road between their new home and market place is not short due to Harry's insistence on living further away from civilization, saying that it has always been his dream to live in a secluded location with large amount of land to do whatever he want. When he is saying it like that with those puppy dog eyes that just seems to say 'you are the only one I want in my life', and the winning look of 'I will be very, very, very happy if you agree'. Well… let's just say Lucy's resistance was neither long nor serious.

But at times like this…Lucy sighed yet again and shift the bag a little for the tenth time on the trip in order to see where she is going. She really hates how he can make her agree to anything he wants with a look.

She took a deep breath to calm her temper and marched on. Just a little…further…

Once she is sure that no normal human beings are in the range, Lucy immediately released her grip on the heavy luggage.

The overflowing bag of goods never even touch the floor.

It remained still, unmovable, suspense in mid-air, defying every single law of gravity known to earth as it stayed floating in place eerily, seemingly unsupported by anything in sight.

Lucy smiled.

After weeks of training, she has finally got her 'invisible hands' or vectors ,as her 'imaginary friend' calls it, under control. It is like riding a bicycle. Once you get it, you just do. It has soon became a function as natural as breathing to her after several difficult practices, and now…Lucy seeks to exploit its usage in every single possible way, thrilling in every discovery. It quickly became her pride and joy.

Lucy has found this to be the happiest days in her life. Able to do whatever she want with Harry by her side. This…is the joy of having someone supporting you with every step…

Lucy thanks every deity known to be given Harry. He…gave her everything. What will she ever do without him? The mere thought of the question cut through her heart like a blunt knife. She never thinks about that, avoiding it whenever she can, he promised, didn't he? Harry is just always…there. Her pace continuously slowed to a stop as she stood there, thinking.

She simply cannot imagine a Lucy without Harry. Would she have become the same person? Lucy thought hard for a second and shakes her head, no, probably not. Harry is everything to her. He is teacher, older brother, younger brother, father, friend, everyone that should be, but not in her life, mixed together. He is…the only one she have.

He is the first one she sees in morning, the one that would care after her health, the one that will cheer her up and give her a hug when she is down, play with her when she is up, calms her anger. The one that would scold her when she do things wrong, draw her out of her shell, stops her when she is out-of-control, comfort her when she is frightened. The one that stay up for her when she can't sleep, the one she says goodnight to every night, the one that she sees sunsets with, the one that would cook for her, tell her to eat everything on her plate and don't be picky, the one that would laugh at her cooking and eat it all despite of that.

When was the last time she truly looked at another human being? Lucy don't remember. All faces beside his blurred in her memory, she don't remember a single name or faces aside from his. He is the only constant reality in her life, the sole light shown in her grim life.

Somehow, when she didn't notice a thing, living in her own little world, Harry Potter has already taken over her entire world.

He taught her love, care, power, control, joy, pain, worry, fear, inferiority, self-confidence and so much more that she have never known of before. He made up her world. He put color in her world, painted her sky when she was nothing more than a blank piece of paper. And now…she can't live without him.

Lucy's eye widen on its own record at the truthful rang of her evaluation. She can no longer live without him. She depends on him like no other. She has got use to him like air she breath, a drug she can't get rid of.

She…loved him.

Lucy loved Harry Potter. The first person ever to reach out for her. The first person to care for her. The boy that protected her and taught her that she too, is pretty, that she is not nothing but a freak. The first person who saw her as a living individual and befriended her. The boy who also have strange abilities and taught her, show her how to love herself. Who have given her the name, Lucy.

Lucy loved Harry Potter, for all that he is, has been, and will become.

The proud boy that staggered into the Cafeteria that she look up to and admired, the lonely emerald eyes that stared at her from across the room that she felt kinship with, the cold-blooded murderer that once frightened her, the powerful individual that once intimidated her, the caring boy who begged her on his knees for her to say a word, who cried, for her. She loved all of them - because it is all of them, combined that made up the Harry Potter that she loved.

How can she possibly not love him?

Now that it is out in the open, Lucy wonder how did she remained ignorant of her true feelings for so long. It is so bloody obvious! She don't just want to be his best friend! She can feel jealousy roaring forward, face twisted into a snarl by just the thought of him looking at another with the look that belongs to her.

Yeah, definitely in love.

Because. Otherwise, Lucy can't really explain the urge to tear the person, who even dare to look at her Harry the wrong way, into at least 10 pieces while they are still alive and use their own guts to choke them half to death and…(long bloody torture, use your imagination)…before crashing their still-beating heart right in front of their eyes.

…She refuse to think that she can possibly be crazy.

…Well, not to that point at least…

All in all, now she got herself figured out. It feels like a large burden off her shoulder. Lovely, really.

Sun seems brighter, air seems fresher, you get the idea, Lucy felt all the things only a love-sick girl can felt and raced home happily with the help of her vectors. She can't wait to see Harry again after her epiphany.

Ah~ the joy of youth, felling in love for the first time...

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Her pace increasingly dropped as Lucy approach their home.

Her heart is beating like a drum, Lucy realized. Several unlikely scenarios race through her mind and suddenly, she felt fear and doubt that have long abandoned her to rise up again. She dread to face Harry face-to-face.

She took a step forward and wipe her suddenly sweaty hands on her jeans. What if he don't like her that way? Colors drain completely from her face. Lucy licked her dry lips and swallowed hard as she took another shaky step forward, what if he refused and don't even want to be friends with her anymore?

She can't answer that question. Lucy stood there, eyes squeezed shut and fist drawn tight. She don't want to lose his friendship…

"Lucy? What are you doing standing still at the front porch?"

The surprised familiar voice startled her out of her reverie and her face immediately turned into beet red. She didn't expect to see him now.

What to do, what to do?

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Harry laid on the roof of the house and sighed in pleasure. This is exactly the kind of life he had always wish for since he was a child. Living out in the wilderness with no one but Lucy has been nothing but bliss for him.

He laid there, watching the sunset as he waited patiently for her return from the grocery store.

As time stretches on, he started thinking random thoughts.

Lucy was really a better student than he had hoped. Not to his extent, of course. But nonetheless, seems to process a natural grace and understanding that allow her to process and channel her power almost on an instinctual level.

He chuckled softly with gentle eyes and stretch out to the best of his ability on the tiles before settling down.

Of course she does! It is Lucy, after all.

Harry took a deep breath and smiled again. He feel satisfied living here. Even his inner beast purr with contentment without the usual bloodshed necessary.

Now, If only this would last…

He put his arm under his head as pillow and began assessing different forms of clouds in the steadily darkening sky absently.

She should be back any time now…

Harry sat up in a flash as he spot the still figure on the porch out of the corner of his eyes.

"Lucy?" he began cautiously, afraid of provoking her on accident, "What are you doing standing still at the front porch?"

She looked up and eyed him strangely. Harry watched her curiously as Lucy repeatly opened her mouth as if to say something and snapped it back shut. He jumped down the roof and drifted to the floor, "Something wrong? What do you want to tell me?"

As soon as he landed gently on the floor, he began strolling forward. When he got close enough to notice her conflicting expression, trembling body and beet-red face, he knew exactly what is wrong.

Harry rushed forward.

"I knew what was going on with you!"

Lucy snapped her open mouth shut and ask him in a hopeful voice, "You, you do?"

"Of course I do! We live together!" Harry directly grabbed her elbow to prevent her from moving once she is in the range and put their forehead together, eyes to eyes, nose to nose.

Lucy's face is so red right now that she can faint, he is so close, and those eyes…She can nearly feel herself melting.

"See! I knew it!" Harry cried in triumph and immediately started dragging her back into the house.

It is impossible for her to think right now, in such close proximity with the boy she just confirmed to love, "Harry…where are we going?"

Harry looked back with a surprised expression, "I am taking you to bed, of course!"

"To- to bed!?" Lucy's eyes widen, so quick!?

"Well, yeah!" Harry answered without hesitation, "Of course I'm going to take you to bed!"

Lucy really feels like fainting right now, "but- but…"

"No buts! I'm taking you to bed and that's final." Harry dragged her into her room already. Is he really gonna…

Lucy suddenly found herself tucked in, right in her bed, when her mind finally returned to her. What the…?

Harry didn't stop there. "You are obviously having a fever, Lucy! I keep telling you not to take a shower and step out the house wet when it is so cold at night! See! You just never listening…"

Lucy listened silently as he rambles on and on as she remain dumbfound by the fact she was just tucked in by the boy she loves. He-he thinks I'm sick! Her eyes narrowed in rage and immediately went and punch him on the head, "Stupid Harry!"

"OWW!!! What is wrong with you!?" Harry crutch at where he got punched and demanded angrily.

Lucy screamed right back at him, directly in his face, "NOTHING! I just DON'T want to see you right now! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!!!"

Harry immediately cowered under the sight of her angry look, all previous anger of being attacked unreasonably gone and forgotten, "Alright! Geez. I'm out, I'm out. No need to get upset. Just make sure you stay warm, alright?"

Lucy watched angrily as the boy with brilliant green eyes retreated out of her room tactfully and shut the door behind him. The fit of rage soon abated and reason soon returned. Panic bubbled. Why the heck did I scream at him? Oh god! He has to hate me now! I just hit him on the head without any reason and kicked him out of my room as he was trying his best to help me! Oh, Harry…

She really wants to apologize right now but is too afraid to…Tomorrow! Tomorrow, she will explain everything and tells him that she didn't meant to yell and that she really love him, Lucy thought hopefully as she closed her eyes, laying on the bed. She just don't …feel up to anything right now…

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Little did she know, it was the last day of their peaceful days and she has ended it with a way that she has regretted every single day for years afterward…

Would things have been different if she gathered enough courage to tell him everything that night? Before everything began? Perhaps. But as things goes on, questions remained as question that would never be answered as fate spun on.