Country Road

Summary: Learning that she wasn`t a Potter by blood won't have happened if she hadn't taken Divination. And in the end, Harry ended finding more than her biological family. FemHarry-is-FemTsuna.

Beta: CeresNamikaze (No one is perfect, so maybe you can find an error here and there!)

Just a warning: FemHarry, FemHarry-is-FemTsuna, AU, Good!Dumbledore, RainFlames!Neville, LightningFlames!Hermione, CloudFlames!Luna, MistFlames!Twins, StormFlames!Sirius

Just so you know (Timeline): I think you will notice it, but I will say this anyway. There a few changes in the timeline; simple things like Harry/Tsuna date of birthday (Which, by the way, is now in July 31 of 1993) and etc. If there is any confusion with the timeline, just ask and I will explain.

I forgot to put this on the last chapter so…

I don't own Harry Potter and KHR, J.K Rowling and Amano Akira does!

Chapter One

Harry sat under one of the several trees surrounding one of the sides of the Black Lake. Next to her was the box Dumbledore had given to her and in her hand, she was holding a picture the old man thought that should stay with her. The picture had been taken a little after her parents had adopted her and showed Lily holding Harry in her arms while James held his wife close to him with a big and proud grin. Dumbledore had said that this picture had been taken a little after they officially adopted her.

She wasn't one to throw tantrums when things weren't going as she wanted, but learning that she wasn't a Potter by blood had broken her heart just a little and made her want to start doing as Dudley and breaking everything she saw until her anger disappeared. But if she hadn't even done so when she learned about the Prophecy in her First Year and it wouldn't be now that she would let her negative emotions loose.

In her parents' will they had simply said that everything would be left to her and how much they loved her, but there was a paragraph that instantly made her traitors mind create a few doubts about this and was also the reason why Harry had asked Dumbledore's help in finding her biological family.

The Potters' had written in that small but detailed paragraph, how they started having doubts about her having been abandoned. The couple had trusted their own instincts enough to believe that Harry had actually been kidnapped and left to death.

That wasn't something necessarily bad… But Harry couldn't help but doubt the love her parents' claimed to have for her because they had been looking for her biological family. She knew it was stupid of her thinking like that. But could she be blamed for this type of thought after everything that had happened to her since she was one year old?

Harry's green eyes glanced down at the Will, which she could see under her birth certified inside the box. She sighed and turned her attention back to the picture.

"Hello, Harry."

Harry jumped a little before she turned around. When she saw Luna, who was wearing a pair of blue rimmed glasses which one lenses were orange and the other pink, she smiled and patted the place next to hers.

Luna tilted her head with a smile and sat down.

They stayed in silence until Harry spoke the first thing that came to her mind.

"I am not Harry Potter."

"Of course you are Harry Potter, my Sky." At the familiar nickname, she turned to look at the smiling silvery blonde. "This is the name given to you by the parents who loved you more than life itself, isn't it?"

Harry had to bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying and nodded. Dumbledore had said something similar in his office, but hearing it from Luna – who had never been wrong before – made Harry believe that no matter who she had been born from, she would always be the daughter of James and Lily Potter.

Luna started humming and laid down on the grass, staring at the clouds with that dreamy and serene expression of hers. Harry observed her for a moment before placing her parents' picture back to the box and laying down close to the blonde.

"Thank you, Luna…" Harry whispered. "I needed to hear that."

The blonde giggled. "My pleasure."

Harry smiled and stared at the darkening sky. It was almost dinnertime, but she wasn't in the mood of going anywhere near the Hogwarts' student population. By now, everyone must have learned about what happened at Divination and Harry had no doubt that everyone is calling her a Necromancer or something similar. She wondered if all wizards around the world were as gullible and sheep-like as 98% of the British Wizards were.

Thinking about others parts of the world reminded her that she had been born in Japan. That created some questions. For example; was she a muggleborn? Were her biological parents' magical? Why hadn't she been invited to a school in Japan? And would… Would her biological parents' accept her magic or would they be like the Dursleys?

"You shouldn't think so much, Harry." Luna said beside her. Harry looked at her by the corner of her eyes receiving a knowing look in return. "The answers will come to you in time." Luna smiled. "Focus on the present, that is what matters now."

Harry sighed and placed her hands behind her head, huffing in fake annoyance. "Do you always have to be right and always have the right things to say, Luna?"

Luna simply giggled in response.

"Harrykins!" Harry blinked at this and rolled a little so she could look who was walking in their direction from the castle.

Fred and George waved to her with identical grins in their faces. The twins seemed excited about something and Harry couldn't help but fear what they wanted. As much as she loved the duo, Harry always tried to stay away from their insane and mischievous plans.

She sat down and waited until they sat down in front of her to ask what this was about. Luna ignored them, too focused in humming to herself, but she did acknowledge their presence by waving a hand lazily. They grinned at the long haired blonde before staring into Harry's eyes.

"Dear, sweet, Harrykins!" Fred started.

George continued. "How could –"

"– you have not –"

"– told us about –"

"– your little talent with spirits!"

"We could have had so much fun together!" They said together. George made a dramatic gesture with his hand, placing it above his heart, while Fred sniffed and wiped an invisible tear from his eyes.

Harry blinked at them before she started laughing.

Those twins, she thought while shaking her head fondly, they had the incredible talent to make her laugh no matter what.

Harry's happiness was short lived as she stopped laughing when she understood what they had said.

"My what?"

"Your little talent with spirits." Being the helpful girl she was, Luna was more than happy to repeat what the twins had said.

"It was a rhetorical question, Luna." Harry deadpanned.

"I know."

Harry held the urge of facepalming and looked at the twins. "What is this about?"

Fred folded his arms. "Professor Trelawney has been telling everyone that wants to hear that you had summoned a ghost in her class today."

"And she is certain that the only one who could summon something as solid as you had done was a Necromancer." George waved his hands.

Harry groaned, but since she had been expecting such reaction, the girl simply decided to sigh in resignation.

"Now we have been hearing people ask if you drink blood while –"

"– doing sacrifices to the gods of death and if –"

"– you can summon an army of zombies!" Fred stopped at this and rubbed his chin in thought. "Which, by the way, would be pretty cool."

George nodded sagely at his brother's words. "Very cool. Brilliant, if I can say so myself."

There was a pause. They shared a look, blinked and looked at Harry with wide, teary and pleading eyes.

The girl folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Don't even ask." She wiggled a finger at them. "Even if I could summon an army of zombies, I would never do such thing just because you guys think it would be fun."

The twins pouted. "Aww."

Harry rolled her eyes in amusement and smiled at them. She opened her mouth to ask if they had seen Hermione or Neville around when one of the Gryffindor's First Years approached them, saying that it was dinnertime. They, of course, said that they would be heading to the Great Halls, but instead, the foursome moved to the kitchens where they were welcomed by a bunch of excited little elves who simply loved it when Harry and her friends visited them, especially when one of them brought a new book of recipes for the elves to try.

It was one hour after that the group headed back to their respective dormitories. When she reached her room, Harry's lazily waved to Lavender and Parvati – who along Hermione – were the only girls there who didn't cower away from her the moment she opened the door of the room. Hermione was too focused on her Potions essay to pay attention to Harry and simply threw a half-hearted wave in the green eyed girl direction so Harry decided that it was a sign that there would be no interrogation from the bushy haired witch that night. 'That night'being the keywords. Nothing would stop Hermione from making millions questions the next morning.

The night, Harry dreamed of orange flames and a tall and slim blonde haired man with kind green eyes that were too similar to her own. She dreamed of orange flames which brought nothing but warmth and safety to her. She dreamed of the blonde man – who was wearing a cloak, strange gloves and was holding a golden pocket watch with a strange crest – having those strange but beautiful flames in his forehead and hands along light orange eyes when the flames appeared.

Unfortunately, she didn't remember much aside from that since Hermione woke her up. Harry also only knew that this had been one of the only nights since the term started and her encounter with the Dementors on the train that she hadn't been tormented with nightmares of the night her parents' were murdered.

"Harry? Are you ready?!" Hermione asked from the door.

Harry placed her mother's scarf around her neck (which was an indispensable part of her usual attire, she was always using the scarf) and nodded, "I am coming, Mione. Hold your horses."

The bushy haired witch folded her arms and sent her an odd look while Harry grinned.

"Where did you learn that?" Hermione asked as Harry shouldered her messenger bag and walked with her out of the room. They had eaten breakfast in their room that morning since Harry wasn't in the mood of having the whole Hall staring at her and muttering about her.

Harry shrugged, her lips twitching into a smile. "I have no idea."

Maybe she heard it from a movie once, but Harry couldn't be sure. Last time she saw television was when she was nine. She had been cleaning the floor and watching it over Dudley's shoulder until Petunia caught her and ended her short lived form of entertainment. She was, of course, punished for doing something that only normal and decent people could do. But that wasn't important.

Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Whatever you say, Harry." Holding a book against her chest, Hermione walked with Harry to the library, listening to her friend talk about her newest personal project.

It was Hogsmeade day, but none of the girls were going. Harry couldn't go because neither Petunia nor Vernon had signed her permission and Hermione had stayed in the castle because she, as well Harry's other friends, thought that the green eyed girl could never be alone. They didn't want to take risks in having Sirius Black – the first man to ever escape from Azkaban – finding her and killing their best friend.

Harry had been a little annoyed in being followed by her friends. But she knew that they were worried about her. After all, from what she had heard about Black, he had been Voldemort's right handman and had also been the reason her parents had been found and killed.

It made her a little bitter to think about it because hadn't Black, who was her godfather, been made into the Potters' Secret Keeper and had her parents accept Dumbledore offer of using him then they would have been alive right now.

"Harry! Are you listening?!" Harry blinked as Hermione slammed her book on their usual table at the back of the library which had a view to the Forbidden Forest. She hadn't even noticed that she was daydreaming or that they had even reached the library.

Hermione didn't wait for her to answer before the bushy haired witch started repeating what she had been babbling about. And if Harry wasn't hearing wrong, then Hermione was complaining about Ron Weasley and his pet rat – Scabbers (She thought it was its name, she couldn't remember) –. Apparently, Hermione's cat – also known as Crookshanks (Don't ask about the name! Please, just don't ask) – had been hunting the rat for a while now and it was making Ron pick more and more fights with Hermione. Honestly, Harry thought that the cat should simply eat the rat already and be over with it. He wasn't even allowed at school. The list on their First Year had made it clear that the students could only have Cats or owls or toads as pets (Never mind the fact that Lee Jordan has a Tarantula).

"Do you want me to buy the rat from him?" Harry asked, interrupting Hermione's rant of how ridiculous Ron Weasley was.

Hermione looked at her. "What?"

"Do you want me to buy the rat from him?" Harry asked again, calmly. "Like that, he could buy himself a decent pet and he wouldn't have a way to accuse Crookshanks of being a monstrous murder just because the cat wanted to be, well, a cat."

Did Ron even know that cats were on the list of the rats' natural predators?

Nah. She doubted it.

"Harry you can't simply –" Harry raised an eyebrow. Hermione looked into her eyes and sighed, more or less throwing herself in a chair. "Can you please? I will pay you back later."

Harry waved a hand, dismissively. "Nah, don't worry about it." She stopped to think before grinning. "Although I won't mind it too much if you could finish my Potions essay."

Hermione narrowed her eyes.

Ok, that clearly had been a bad idea.

"Or maybe you could help me finish it?" Harry suggested a little nervously.

"That's better." Hermione huffed, making Harry sigh in relief.

The two of them started doing their homework or simply talked about anything and everything. With Hermione's help, it didn't take long for Harry to finish her Potions essay and start her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. With the presence of the Dementors at the school grounds (even if Dumbledore had been completely against it), the essay was about them, how one protect themselves from them and what exactly happened when one had contact with the disgusting creatures.

Professor Lupin was the best DADA Professor that Harry ever had. She knew that he was a good man, but there was something about him that made her very uncomfortable. She didn't like the way he looked at her, as if she was a puzzle he was trying to solve or how her instincts kept warning her over and over again that under that weak and sickly façade, Lupin was dangerous.

A little after their lesson with the Boggarts, where her biggest fear was shown to be the Dementors, Lupin had been kind enough to offer to teach Harry the Patronus Charm, which was the only defense available against them. But Harry refused to be left alone until she learned why he was so dangerous. And since she hadn't wanted to be rude, Harry simply said that she had already been learning it from Professor Flitwick when he wasn't busy. That, of course, had been a lie until she asked the tiny Professor to teach the Patronus to her.

Harry, by using all the happy memories she had gotten in Hogwarts, had finally produced a corporal Patronus after several tries.

Although her friends, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick thought her Patronus was a big and majestic Lion because of her inner Gryffindor, Harry thought that there was more to the story behind her Patronus.

She had been teaching the Patronus to her friends and from the five of them, only Luna got hers. The blonde girl's rabbit was rather fitting if Harry could say so herself.

"Hullo, ladies!"

Harry looked up from her book to see Fred and George along Neville. The three of them were a little pink on the face, mostly because of the cold wind outside, and their arms were filled with packages, some of them being presents for the girls, including Luna who was somewhere in the castle . The blonde, Harry thought, must have gone to visit the Grey Lady again.

Fred and George gave Harry three of the packages while Hermione received two. The other two that Neville was holding must have been for Luna.

As Harry placed her presents inside her bag, she would see what they brought to her later, and turned her attention to her three friends who were talking to Hermione about Hogsmade. Although the twins had already talked about the village with them before, it was good to hear Neville's point of view of it.

Harry smiled a little before joining the conversation, making a few questions and also commenting about some things like how she thought that if the twins couldn't stop saying that Zonko's Joke Shop was so boring, then why didn't they simply create their own joke shop?

Harry couldn't be sure of it, but by the expression they did at this, she thought that they would be definitely trying to do just that in the future.

Well, she thought, Mrs. Weasley would be having one of those harpy-worthy tantrums when she heard about this.

"Ahem." They jumped turning their attention to Madam Prince.

The librarian was standing not too far from their group and like with how she always looked at them, the woman's eyes weren't so stern and cold. She was pointing to her pocket watch in her hand.

"You will all be late to the feast."

Hermione and Herry checked their watch at this.

"She is right." Hermione muttered as Madam Prince walked away from them. "The feast will be starting in five minutes."

Harry sighed. "Let's go then."

As much as she would have preferred to skip the Halloween feast, she couldn't. Professor McGonagall would have a fit and then scold her for lack of responsibility or something similar, although the woman would then pat her shoulder sadly and say something about how she understood that Harry didn't want to celebrate anything on the day her parents had been taken from her.

Harry would have sighed and agreed even if it wasn't the real reason why she had been trying to avoid the Halloween feast since her second year.

Did Harry mourn her parents on Halloween? Of course she did. But she would have liked to avoid the Halloween feast because she preferred to celebrate the Samhain, much like all her wizarding raised friends and Professor Dumbledore. The old Headmaster had, actually, been the one who had given Harry the book on Wizarding Traditions and taught her everything she had to know about her place as the Potter Family Heiress.

Harry really didn't understand why the muggle celebrations happened in a magical school of all places since it made all the Purebloods hate the Muggleborns even more. After all, no one – from any country – liked it when a foreign appeared in their home and simply ignored their history and traditions and tried to replace it with their own.

"Hello, everyone." Luna smiled as she encountered them in the way to the feast.

"Hey, Lulu!"

"Hi, Luna."

"Where have you been, Luna?!"

"Leave her, alone Hermione – Hello, Luna."

Harry and the others greeted her before they all reached the entrance hall and crossed into the Great Hall.

Harry wasn't too surprised when she noticed that the whole place had been decorated with hundreds and hundreds of candle-filled pumpkins, a cloud of fluttering live bats and several flaming orange streamers, which were swimming lazily across the stormy ceiling like brilliant watersnakes. Honestly, Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick decorations were always impressive.

No one said anything about Luna sitting with them on the Gryffindor table, last time someone tried Hermione had grabbed her copy of the Hogwarts Rulebook and started reciting all the rules that showed that there was no problem in Luna being there, even if she was a Ravenclaw.

The food had been delicious and at the end, the Hogwarts ghosts had provided the entertainment. And while she didn't like Halloween all that much, it had still been a pleasant event. And as they left, Harry couldn't help but be suspicious of how much pleasant and calm that night had been so far.

She was pretty sure something would happen sooner or later.

And she was proved right after her group separated from Luna and followed the rest of the Gryffindors through the way to the Gryffindor Tower. But before they reached the corridor that ended with the portrait of the Fat Lady, they found it jammed with students.

Neville frowned. "W-What's happening?" He asked, quietly.

"No idea." The twins shrugged.

Harry jumped several times to try and see over the heads that were blocking her view (She really hated being so small). If she wasn't wrong, the portrait seemed to be closed.

"Let me through, please," It was Percy Weasley's voice. He was the arrogant older brother of the twins and was also the Head Boy this year, something that he was always more than happy to remind everyone about it.

With his head high, the red haired boy bustling importantly through the crowd.

"What's the holdup here? You can't all have forgotten the password – excuse me, I'm the Head Boy –" Harry and the twins rolled their eyes at this.

There was a moment of silence as Percy stood in front of the portrait. Harry could feel the tension in the air.

Suddenly, Percy spoke in a sharp voice. "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."

Now that got everyone attention, especially those who were standing on the back who were now on tiptoe (Harry being one of them).

After what seemed to be hours, but were nothing more than four minutes, Professor Dumbledore appeared, walking toward the portrait with wide and hurried steps. The students squeezed together so he could pass and Harry and her friends used the opportunity to try and see what was the problem with the portrait.

Harry's eyes widened at the sight while the twins muttered something under their breath and Neville and Hermione gasped.

The Fat Lady wasn't on the portrait; which had been slashed so viciously that strips of canvas littered the floor; great chunks of it had been torn away completely. Dumbledore took one quick look at the ruined painting and turned. His face was serious and his eyes somber, as he looked at Professor McGonagall, Lupin, and Snape who were hurrying toward him.

"We need to find her!" Dumbledore said. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr. Filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

There was a cackle at this. "You'll be lucky!"

Dumbledore, the Professors and the students turned to see Peeves the Poltergeist. Harry frowned a little at Peeves who was bobbing over the crowd and looking down delighted, as he always did, at the sight of pure wreckage or worry. She really disliked the Poltergeist.

Dumbledore looked at Peeves, narrowing his eyes. "What do you mean, Peeves?"

Peeves' grin immediately faded a little. He wasn't stupid to try and taunt Dumbledore, instead he adopted an oily voice. In Harry's opinion, that wasn't even a little better.

"Ashamed, Your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying something dreadful." The little bastard seemed happy with this. There was a pause before he added, unconvincingly. "Poor thing."

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Oh yes, Professorhead," said Peeves, with the air of one cradling a large bombshell in his arms. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see." Peeves flipped over and grinned at Dumbledore from between his own legs. "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."

And as if it had been combined before; everyone turned to look at Harry because they all knew who he was after.

The girl internally groaned.

Why it was always her?

00

Weeks passed since Black had almost succeeded to enter into the Gryffindor common room. Black had gotten the password from a forgetful Neville who had lost the paper which he had used to write the password. Fortunately, him having Harry and the others with him was enough to keep the furious Gryffindors away from him. No one wanted to mess with the best DADA student, the Demon Twins of Gryffindor and brightest witch of their generation.

And since Black's appearance some things had changed.

For one, the Fat Lady's ripped canvas had been taken off the wall and replaced with the portrait of Sir Cadogan and his fat gray pony. And honestly, no one was very happy about this. Sir Cadogan spent half his time challenging people to duels, and the rest thinking up ridiculously complicated passwords, which he changed at least twice a day (Harry was certain that the lunatic man had been the one to inspire the story of Don Quixote). The problem was that he had been the only one who accepted the job to protect the Gryffindor common room because none of the other pictures wanted it. They were all too frightened with what had happened to the Fat Lady.

The second thing that changed was the fact that now, more than ever, she was being followed no matter where she was going! Her friends, the Perfects, Percy and the Head Girl, the portraits and even the ghosts were following her around!

Harry was going crazy and was almost reaching the point of doing a tantrum of Dudley proportions (And no one wanted to see such thing happening!).

And the last thing that changed was the fact that the Gryffindors lost against Hufflepuff in the most recent Quidditch game. Most of her classmates blamed her for that since she had given up on the game at the end of her Second Year (Harry didn't really care about the game since she was more interested in flying). Harry, on other hand, placed the blame on the Dementors that had invaded the game. Why they thought Sirius Black would be there or that she was hiding him (Since they came after her, sending her to the Hospital Wing after she passed out) was beyond Harry's understanding.

This wasn't important though, Harry thought as she sat down across Professor Dumbledore. The old Headmaster had called for her after she left the Hospital Wing and Harry would be lying if she wasn't nervous about why she was in his office. She was there alone since Fred and George had detention with Snape, Luna was helping Professor Flitwick with something and Hermione was helping Neville with his Potions essay.

"Lemon drop, dear?" He asked, offering his little basket full of sweets. She recognized the basket as the one which had the candies laced with Calming Draught, which Dumbledore used mostly on Molly "The Harpy" Weasley (The Twins' mother), and she really needed such thing.

"Yes, please…" Harry grabbed a candy and threw it in her mouth.

She took a deep breath, feeling the effects of the candy not only after that.

Dumbledore placed the basket along the others he had. And the two started a small talk about the Dementors. She had never seen the old man so furious as he looked when he told her about the amount of Dementors who had come after her on the Quidditch game or when she told him about how she kept hearing echoes in her head of her dying parents every time a Dementor was near her (She would hear, especially, the last moments of her mother's life, her attempts to protect her from Voldemort, and Voldemort's laughter before he murdered her mother).

At first, the Headmaster couldn't really do much to keep those disgusting creatures away from the school before it ended killing someone, but after the attack on her, he had decided to fight harder and use his political power to bring Aurors to the school and send the Dementors away. Now, after a talk with several parents' of his students (those parents' being the most powerful and influential ones), Dumbledore told Harry that she didn't need to worry about the Dementors because after the end of the term, they will all be back to Azkaban.

After that they talked a little about what she would be doing in the holidays, to which Harry said she would be staying in Hogwarts like always, and Dumbledore hummed in thought. He nodded, as if assuring himself that he had made a good choice, and summoned a box, which flew to them from one of his bookshelves.

Harry watched with wide and confused eyes as he grabbed a map of the world from the box, pacing it over the table. He tapped the map with his wand and it simply changed.

The map glowed and it started to zoom in Japan until all Harry could see was a detailed map of Tokyo and it the surrounding cities. She noticed that there were even the trails of train, paths used by cars and bus, name of shops and others places.

"I had been thinking of how helping you to find your biological family." Harry looked at Dumbledore who took a dagger from the box and a book. He placed the dagger beside the map and opened the book in a marked page as he spoke, "The first thing I thought about doing was this. A location spell."

Harry blinked. "A location spell?"

He nodded. "There are two purposes originals to this spell. This spell was first used and created by Aurors in America to find the location of their criminals or the location of a criminal group. After that, families noticed that they could use this spell to find and locate their loved ones who were either missing or had been kidnapped." His face darkened a little. "Of course there are other uses for this spell – Well, it doesn't matter right now. Let's start…" He shook his head and gave her the dagger and pointed to a point on the map, more specifically an alley in Tokyo. "Your parents found you right here."

Harry licked her lips and simply listened, not finding strength enough in herself to make any type of comment about it.

Dumbledore smiled at her, as if trying to give her courage. "Now, I need you to simply pick your finger with the dagger and let seven drops of blood fall in this point."

Harry did so. She didn't even bother to ask why it was seven drops of blood since she knew, from Arithmancy, that Seven was a very powerful magical number.

Professor Dumbledore read something on the book before he nodded and closed it, placing the book back to the box along the dagger after he cleaned it. He then placed Harry hands, with palms down, on the each side of the alley. With his hand over hers, the old Headmaster started to mutter a spell in Latin, but it was too low for her to understand the words used by him.

Harry was a little confused to what should be happening when the blood moved, creating a trail. She followed the trail with her eyes, watching as the trail of blood extended to another town not too far from Tokyo called Namimori. The trail then stopped and Harry noticed that her blood had stopped exactly in a street that gave access to the South and West part of the Town.

"It can't do more." Dumbledore said when he noticed her expression. His lips twitched into a smile. "Nothing is perfect, Harry. Not even magic."

She nodded, understanding what he was saying and, staring at the map, Harry wondered if she really wanted to find her biological parents all that much.

Her instincts though, didn't really give her a choice about it.

"Right here." Harry pointed to a street on the West side of the town.

Dumbledore gave her a look. "Are you sure, dear?"

She nodded, her voice was nothing more than a whisper as she answered. "Yeah… I am…"

There was a moment of silence between them before Harry noticed something.

"Sir?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Why are we looking into it right now? I know you said you would help me, but I was thinking you would wait for a while…" Harry felt herself frowning unhappily and sadly when the old man's face suddenly showed all his hundred years.

Dumbledore sighed as he looked at the child. He had several reasons for doing this right now and not later. The first was because he knew that Lily and James would have wanted to see their daughter happy with a family, even it meant to give her back to her biological parents.

The second reason was because he wanted to help Harry have the family which would give her the love she had been denied by Lily's sister's family. Part of him had hoped that Petunia would have had let go of any resentment toward her younger sister and treated Harry as the daughter she never had, but he had been so wrong (He had only left her with the Dursleys because he couldn't take care of a child, Sirius was in Azkaban, the Longbottoms were in St. Mungus and no one would let the Girl-Who-Lived live with a werewolf. Also, if he hadn't left her with the Dursleys, the Ministry could have taken control over Harry because of the lack of options for guardianship).

At Harry's First Year, it hadn't been difficult to learn of the abuse the girl suffered at Petunia's house. It didn't matter how much the girl tried to deny it, there was no doubt that she had suffered both physical and mental abuse in that house along starvation and being treated like a slave (This was why he had decided that it was better that she stayed in her friends' house over the Summer. At First Year she stayed with Miss Granger – he had warded the young witch house – and in Second Year she had stayed with Mister Longbottom).

It was a wonder how much the girl managed to remain pure, kind and retained the ability to forgive and the ability to see good in others when anyone else would say that they were a lost case.

The third reason was because Dumbledore knew that he had, unfortunately, a hand on the Potters' death. The family had lived in peace and happy until Harry was four months old, when he had done the interview with Sybil Trelawney.

After he had heard the prophecy given to him by the rather crazy young woman, he had immediately informed both the Longbottoms and the Potters. Even though he knew that the first couple was the one more likely to be the parents of the prophecy child (Prophecies were fickle things and he couldn't be sure, after all, it was impossible for young Neville to be the only child born in their country at the end of July), he had to take into account that no one aside from him and the Potters knew that Harmony "Harry" Potter was adopted.

Dumbledore knew that if he had insisted more to the Potters for them to use him as their Secret Keeper then they would have never been betrayed by the young Sirius Black and then died by Tom's hands…

And, finally, the fourth reason was because –

"Professor? Are you alright?" Harry's voice brought him out of his thoughts. Dumbledore blinked and rubbed his temple, sending a trembling smile to the green eyed girl who was looking at him with pure concern in her eyes.

"I am fine, dear." He waved a hand.

Harry didn't believe him, not even a bit, but she knew that he wasn't going to explain why he was so sad and depressed.

Dumbledore called a house-elf, asking for some tea and treats for them before he looked into Harry's eyes.

"One of the reasons I did this now is because I think you will be safer away from Hogwarts for a while. At least until Black is found."

Harry froze in her place. "What do you mean, sir?"

"He almost entered into the Gryffindor's common room and I know that the boy knows this castle more than even the twins –" Now that made her gasp in surprise. Harry never thought that there was anyone alive that could possibly know more about Hogwarts and its secret passages than Fred and George. "– and he won't be caught until he gets what he wants."

"Which is me." Harry muttered.

Dumbledore nodded. "Christmas is almost here, so we can use the opportunity to have you going to Japan to both to look for your biological family and stay safe from Black."

"And if I find my biological family?" Harry shifted in her place a little uncomfortable, looking at her hands. "What if they didn't abandon me? And if so… What if they want me to stay with them?"

He smiled. "That doesn't mean you won't be able to come back to Hogwarts. You will always be welcomed, Harry."

From his place, Fawkes' sang. Harry turned to in the direction of the mythical bird and smiled happily. Turning her attention back to Dumbledore, she smiled to him.

"Thank you, sir."

"It's nothing" He shook his head gently.

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Days after her talk with Dumbledore and two weeks before the end of the term, it was possible to find Harry and her friends using the library more often than they ever did. All of them agreed with Dumbledore reasoning and were helping Harry study Japanese so she could at least know the basic when she met her biological family. And to Harry's surprise, all her friends had somehow convinced their parents to let them stay in Japan with her for the holidays along Professor McGonagall (The woman would be acting as their Guardian while, in her absence, Flitwick would take her place as the Deputy and Professor Sinistra would be acting as the Head of the Gryffindor House).

There was another Hogsmeade trip on the very last weekend of the term and since was the only third year staying behind this time (She had convinced Hermione in going with the others since she would be staying in the Library and nothing would happen to her there), Harry hunted Scabbers down with Crookshanks' help. She was already tired of all the fights Ron Weasley kept picking with Hermione because of their pets and decided to do something about it.

Giving a fish to Crookshanks, Harry told him to take a note and a small bag with elevens Galleons (She was pretty sure that this amount of money was enough for the boy to buy another pet) to the boys dormitories and leave it under Ron's pillow.

After he finished her little task, Crookshanks didn't take long to find Scabbers. Harry stunned the rat and levitated it to a charmed cage (There was no way she was going to touch that thing. Can you imagine how many diseases it was carrying?). Crookshanks seemed really pleased when he saw the rat inside the cage and although she was certain she had been imagining it, Harry was sure that the cat had been smirking.

"Well, we just need to see what we will do with this thing." Harry said to Crookshanks.

The cat seemed to shrug.

She deadpanned. "Thanks. That's was just helpful."

The cat lifted a paw as if saluting her and purred.

Harry snorted in amusement. "Come on, furball. Let's walk around for a while. If I am lucky, I will find what we will do with this rat before everyone is back from Hogsmeade."

Harry grabbed her scarf and gloves walked out of the Gryffindor Tower with the cage in her arms. Crookshanks walked beside her dutifully as Harry wandered through the corridors of the castle, watching the snow fall outside the windows.

She only stopped when she heard her name.

"Harry! Harry!"

She blinked, turning around to the twins walking in her direction.

"Fred? George?" She asked. "What are you doing here? Weren't you at Hogsmeade with the others?" Harry looked at them with growing worry as she noticed the expression on their faces. "What's wrong?"

Silently, they showed her an old, worn out parchment. Harry raised an eyebrow while they looked at her with serious expressions.

"We found this on out first year –" Fred said.

George continued and much like his brother, his eyes were filled with confusion and worry. "– and while it doesn't look much –"

"–, this parchment is a map."

To prove his brother's words right, Fred took out his wand and touched the parchment lightly. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

And then thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that Fred's wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present

THE MARAUDER'S MAP

The map was showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable things were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing.

Gaping just a little, Harry bent over it. A labeled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing in his study; the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room. Harry froze when her eyes traveled up to where she and the twins were. Just close to her was the name of a dead man.

"Peter… Pettigrew…?" She asked.

That was simply impossible.

From the old articles of the Daily Prophet that she had read to try and learn more about Black, Peter Pettigrew had been one of her parents' friends. Black had killed him along thirteen muggles when he was trying to stop Black from escaping after her parents' were murdered.

"This is wrong."

"It isn't." The twins said. "The map has always been right."

But there was no ghost here with them, only Crookshanks and…

Slowly, Harry's eyes moved to the cage where she had trapped Scabbers. The twins followed her eyes and stared.

"Why do you have Scabbers?" Fred asked.

George shook his head. "This isn't important right now. We came here because we were worried about you! Now we have to find out how Peter Pettigrew is on the map and where –" She interrupted him.

"There is no need." They turned to look at her with questioning eyes. Harry didn't say anything else for a while, too busy in trying to find the right words to explain her thoughts. "How long you said that Scabbers have been living with your family again?"

"Twelve years." George immediately answered. "We found him on our backyard."

Before they could ask, where she was trying to go with this, Harry continued.

"And everyone knows that rats can't live for over a decade." The twins' eyes widened. They clearly hadn't thought about this before. "Also, twelve years ago Pettigrew died. Now, tell me what was the only thing that they found of the man after Black killed him?"

"A finger." Fred paled as did his brother. They were starting to see where Harry was going with this.

"Pettigrew didn't die." George said.

"No. He had been living as an Animagus all this time." Harry said coldly.

The only reason for someone to hide like that for so long was the fear of being discovered. Only a guilty man would gave up everything he had to live as a rat.

Quickly, Harry summoned her wand and transfigured the simple cage into a glass container and charmed it to be unbreakable. She narrowed her eyes when she noticed the rat stirring. The animal woke up, shook his head and seemed to panic when he noticed where he was.

When Harry lifted the now glass container to have a better look of the rat, it seemed to look at her with panic. But Harry didn't care.

If there were things that she hated it was injustice, liars and betrayers.

"Hello there, Mr. Pettigrew."

No one but the rat noticed it (although, if asked, the man hidden under the animal skin would say it had all been a trick of light) but as she looked at him, Harry's green eyes changed to a vivid and powerful shade of orange.

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Whatever he had been expecting when Harry and the Weasley Twins – along Miss Granger's cat – appeared in his office in hurry, it certainly hadn't to be given an Animagus trapped in a glass container.

"Children? Are you certain of this?"Dumbledore asked as they finished their tale. Instead of answering, Harry handed him a familiar piece of parchment. He blinked at it. "My dear, where did you find your father's map?"

The twins gaped and yelled in disbelief. "Her father's?!"

At the same time, Harry pointed to a spot on the map. "Look here, Professor."

Dumbledore looked at the map and his eyes widened. Quickly, he moved to the fireplace and threw fool powder on it. He called for Severus, much to the children dismay, and called Remus and Madam Bones (The aunt of the young Hufflepuff Susan Bones and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement).

"Why is he calling Snape and Lupin?" Harry muttered, frowning a little.

"Who cares?!" One of the twins yelled. Honestly, Dumbledore didn't know which was which.

Harry was the only one who could tell the difference between the Weasley Twins. Not even their parents or their siblings could do such thing. Maybe that was why they were so protective and caring toward her. They could never trick her in one of their 'Which one is Fred/George?' game. Harry, though, never told how she knew which twin was which and when asked she always had that amused and mysterious smile of hers that could make anyone frustrated or annoyed while trying to make her talk.

"Your father was the old owner of the map!" Fred said.

George had stars in his eyes. "He could have been a Marauder!"

"That would make you the Marauder heir!" They were in such state of awe that Harry started backing away nervously.

"Er…"

"What did they do now, Albus?" Snape sneered as he stepped out of the fireplace

Dumbledore didn't have the time to answer when Lupin also stepped out from the fireplace, being followed by Madam Bones.

Lupin, Harry noticed, inhaled sharply before he turned his attention to the glass container. The rat – Pettigrew – cowered in a corner and started to tremble under the heavy and animalistic gaze.

"Peter." The DADA Professor growled, too lowly for anyone but Dumbledore and Harry to hear since the two were the closest to him.

That stopped any complain Snape had about Harry and the Twins. The bitter man's head snapped to the rat before he turned his attention to Dumbledore.

"What is this about Albus!"

Madam Bones folded her arms. "I also would like to know." She narrowed her eyes, dangerously.

Harry, Fred and George shared a look. Madam Bones wasn't someone you wanted to cross with. She was also popular, fierce, intelligent and very respected. It was a wonder why she had yet to try and take the position of Ministry of Magic. And honestly, she would do a great job in the position.

"It seems, Amelia, that we made a mistake by sending the young Sirius Black to Azkaban."

She frowned a little but kept her mouth shut, waving her hand in a motion to show that he should go on because she was listening.

Dumbledore waved his wand to the container making it grow to the point that a relatively tall human being could fit there. A spot opened on the container and the rat tried to run away but Dumbledore wasn't known to be the only one Voldemort feared for nothing.

There was a flash of blue-white light, which had erupted from the Headmaster's wand, and for a moment, Scabbers was frozen in midair, his small gray form twisting madly. Before the rat fell and hit the floor, Dumbledore waved his wand again and the rat was sent back to the container, which the entrance disappeared.

There was another blinding flash of light and then…

Harry's nose wrinkled at what she saw.

A head was shooting upward from the ground; limbs were sprouting and a moment later, a man was standing where Scabbers had been, cringing and wringing his hands.

Beside her, Crookshanks was spitting and snarling; the hair on his back was standing up. And really, Harry couldn't blame the cat.

Pettigrew was a very short man, especially since he was only a little taller than Harry who was not too much taller than a first year (Years living in a cupboard under the stairs and living with the Dursleys did it to a person). He was disgusting and looked like some sort of mutant rat-man.

He looked around at them all, his breathing fast and shallow as he backed away until his back hit the glass of the container.

Madam Bones gasped. "Peter Pettigrew!"

Lupin looked like he had eaten something sour and it looked like he didn't know if he wanted to be angry or if he wanted to be sad. What an odd reaction, Harry thought with a suspicious glance at the man. Snape, for once, didn't look like he knew what to say.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at Peter before he turned to looks at Snape. "Severus, please go to your lab and bring some Veritaserum for us, please."

Veritaserum, Harry immediately recalled from one of her Potions essay, was a potion which effectively forced the drinker to answer any questions made to them truthfully.

The sour Potions Master nodded seriously and used the fireplace to move to his lab. Madam Bones muttered something before she also used the fireplace and came back a little after with a strange looking bracelet, a Quill and parchment in hand. Snape appeared not too after her.

Dumbledore conjured ropes and a chair, trapping Pettigrew to the chair before moving the man from the container and reducing the improvised glass cell to its normal height. He handed Harry the container and smiled a little. She blushed as he praised her transfiguration work and then turned his attention back to Pettigrew who was trying to keep his mouth closed. But Lupin had been more than happy to force it open as Snape administered the potion under the watchful gaze of Madam Bones. Harry also noticed, blinking her eyes in confusion, that Pettigrew was now using the bracelet Madam Bones had brought with her.

Harry's hands trembled as she heard the group interrogate Pettigrew. The twins, who hugged her and rested their chins above her head, was the only comfort she had and the only reason she hadn't yelled out and started to attack the disgusting and cowardly man.

He had turned on her parents for nothing more than the so called security that Voldemort could give him. He had been sure that the snakelike man would have won the war and it wasn't difficult for him to betray his parents, even when they trusted their safety by making him their Secret Keeper (It seemed that Sirius Black had been the original Secret Keeper, but had thought it was better to change it because everyone knew it was him. And by the adults' expressions, no one had known or had any idea about the change).

By the time they were finished, Madam Bones said she would take the Dementors from Hogwarts and make an announcement of Black's innocence since the Quill she had used to register Pettigrew's interrogation was the official one used in all trials (The woman had frowned at this word and cursed under her breath before muttering something about incompetents).

As Dumbledore took Pettigrew off the chair, but still keeping the man trapped by the ropes, Harry watched as he struggled, falling to the floor at the process, and tried to get free. If she wasn't wrong, he was trying to transform. Maybe that was the purpose of the mysterious bracelet.

Pettigrew's eyes widened in horror as he noticed that he couldn't transform in his rat form. He raised his head and looked up to see Harry staring into his watery blue eyes.

And before Harry kicked his face with as much force as she had (Breaking his nose and jaw on the process as well as damaging his right eye) and he blacked out, he couldn't help but think that somehow, that small and frail looking girl was scarier than Voldemort would ever be. And she wasn't even trying.

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"Ronald's rat was a what?" Hermione gritted her teeth as they finished telling her about happened. She and Neville had just come back from Hogsmeade while Luna had finally decided to appear from wherever she had been.

Harry looked up from her Japanese Made Easy book and looked at Hermione. She was so exhausted, both mentally and emotionally, that she didn't even bother to answer. Instead, she closed the book and laid her head on the table.

Hermione frowned at being ignored, but when Neville placed a hand on her arm and shook his head, she decided that it was better to leave Harry alone for now. The girl needed time. After all, she had just learned that she had a godfather and that the reason her parents died had been sleeping for the last two years not too far from her.

"So what will happen now?" Neville asked gently after a moment of silence.

"About what?" Hermione asked.

"About… Well… About Harry's search for her biological family." Harry raised her head a little to look at him. "Will you still look for them now that you have a godfather?"

Harry stared into his eyes before she thought about it.

"I will…" She said, surprising even herself. "That ghost had a reason for wanting me to look for them and… And although scared, I still want to meet them… Sirius Black being my godfather or not."

"Speaking of Sirius Black –" Fred grinned.

"– how do you think he escaped from Azkaban?" George hummed, thoughtful.

"Maybe when we see Sirius Black, we could ask!" Fred suggested.

George nodded. "Maybe we should invite him to have some tea with us and ask, Fred!"

"My dear brother, what a brilliant idea!" Fred grinned back. "Do you think he prefer sugar, milk or honey in his tea?"

"He sounds like the milk type of guy."

"Really? With a name like Sirius Black, I would have thought that he would be more inclined to use sugar."

"Dearest twin of mine, if the name had anything to do with tea, then the man would end drinking it with salt. Sirius Black is such horrible and strange name."

"Point taken."

Harry couldn't help it; she threw her head back and laughed at the twins. Luna stopped drawing and giggled. Neville shook his head in amusement and mid-terror and Hermione snorted in a very un-ladylike manner. None of them doubted that if the twins ever saw they finally saw Black that they would invite the fugitive (or was it ex-fugitive now?) to have some cookies and tea while they talked about the joyous adventure that was jail-breaking.

"Your mother would have a fit if you ever invited Sirius Black for tea." Hermione pointed out.

Harry snickered. "That won't stop them."

They grinned widely as if confirming the statement and shared a high five.

Hermione scoffed. The twins' relationship was so similar to the one Harry and Neville shared that Hermione couldn't help but wonder if the two red heads had been the ones who influenced her best friends.

"Harry, you have a visit." Luna's singy-song voice made Harry look at her. But seeing that the girl's eyes were focused on something in particular, Harry turned to see what this was about.

Standing between Lupin and Dumbledore was a strange man. If he hadn't been standing and if his eyes didn't glow with so much happiness, Harry would have thought the man had been a corpse. That was Sirius Black, she thought. Funny how not even Azkaban and the mass of filthy, matted hair hanging to his elbows had taken the pureblood looks from the man.

When he noticed that she was looking at him, he grinned widely and tears formed in the corner of his eyes.

Dumbledore whispered something to Black – Sirius – who frowned but dropped his shoulders in defeat. The man looked like a kicked puppy as he waved to her sadly and walked out of the library along the Headmaster and Lupin who had also waved to her.

She watched them go, pursuing her lips a little. She wasn't sure why, maybe it was her instincts speaking, but Harry was certain that that man would be important to her just as much as her friends were.

They would be going to Japan in two days and Harry wondered what would be of Sirius Black.

"And with the addition of the Storm, the magical set of Elements of my dearest Sky is finally complete." Harry heard Luna muttering with a sweet smile. "Now it is only a matter of time before her destined Elements appear before her, one after the other."

And if that hadn't sounded like a prophecy, Harry didn't know what would.

Chapter One

Finished! My back is killing me for having written this, seriously. I am using the internet of my little sister's kind friend and sitting on the floor, with my back to the door, is not a good position to stay still for two hours or so.

Well, whatever…

This was a introduction chapter in a way… Actually, the next chapter was part of this, but I wanted to publish something so I cut it in half and divided my work in two. *snort and roll her eyes* Duh!

Harry will have two set of "Guardians", her official ones will be the ones we all know and love from KHR, but her magical ones (The ones who will be dealing with the magical world) will be her friends from Hogwarts and Sirius. Also, it will be explained later. But Harry and her friends, plus three more characters are the first wizards/witches to have both the Flames and Magic in eight centuries or so – either you have one or the other. Also! You may have noticed on the warnings, that I didn't place the Magical Sun Guardian. Well, Harry has already met this Guardians, it will just take a chapter or two for you guys to learn who is it.

And before I forget, a review asked for Harry/AdultReborn, another asked to pair her with Mukuro or Bel. I rather like those pairings, but I am not sure with who Harry will end. So if you want, be free to make a suggestion about which pairing or pairings I should put on this story (I rather like Hermione/Gokudera and Sirius/Tsuyoshi).

Anyway! I hope you liked this chapter and please, don't forget to:

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- Cissnei