Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just Subaki and his family. I did some sprucing up and fixing grammatical errors and I hope that it's easier to read now. Enjoy please!
Chapter 1:
His sword cut through the enemies that were trying to invade the castle, and the colorful slashes of light formed of magic destroyed many more.
The final enemy fell and he turned to see his father smiling proudly at him for his success.
The scene changed:
He played chess with a small blond-haired girl that he knew was his sister, and grinned at the smile on her face. She always found it fun to play with her older brother.
He dramatically knocked her knight off the chessboard and she giggled as the knight started shouting and waving tiny fists at him angrily.
Their father walked in and grinned as he saw his children engaged in a tickle war, the Prince in the lead.
The scene changed once more:
He watched in horror as the sword carved into his chest in a spray of blood and he knew he was a goner. He choked on his blood, only wishing to see his sister's bright smile once more, before his body convulsed and blood came from his mouth as he spoke his final words, "Sorry, Alkea. I won't be coming home."
The traitorous man smiled at him in glee as he let the darkness take over. He could see through the haze of pain that the man was laughing as his body went limp.
He breathed his last breath and Subaki died.
Harry Potter shot out of bed in a cold sweat as the scenes played through his mind. He had been having flashes of scenes from someone else's life since he had gotten home at the beginning of summer. He was still grieving over the death of his godfather.
The strange thing about these dreams was that they all seemed to be from his perspective and it was starting to slowly affect him. He started acting like the man from his dreams in his demeanor and the way he treated others. His confidence had gotten higher and he was more willing to forgive the Dursleys for their actions against him.
His body had started changing as well. It had become more toned and his skin had gotten a slight bit darker, like a sun kissed peach instead of a ghost. His hair had also grown at a phenomenal rate and started changing colors. In the past four weeks, it had gone from pitch black to a dark maroon color that faded at the tips. He had started keeping it up in a leather thong he had found at a Japanese store downtown. His eyes had also changed. They had gone from the color of the killing curse to a dark turquoise blue that sparkled in the light and his vision had been repaired to perfection.
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It was the day before his birthday and he turned sixteen at midnight the next night.
He spent his day worrying and pacing in his room. He felt as if something big was going to happen on his birthday and he couldn't shake it. He had been in his room all summer in an effort to avoid the Dursleys. His uncle already hated him enough, and now his looks!
He tried to sit down and do homework, but found he couldn't concentrate and only stood to pace again. By the time midnight came around, he was a nervous wreck. Usually when he felt that something was wrong, he was attacked by Voldemort, and that was never a good thing.
He watched as the clock ticked down the minutes, midnight slowly approaching. Usually by now, he would be waiting for the presents that came at midnight from his friends, but he just couldn't concentrate!
He fingered his wand and the clock struck midnight! He waited for a few seconds, but nothing happened and he sighed in relief. Now that midnight had come, he realized his worry was silly and he looked out his window for owls.
None were coming and he frowned and sighed in disappointment. His friends had been avoiding him since the whole ministry deal where Voldemort possessed him. He had felt the strangest thing, though, after he was possessed. It felt as if something had been clouding his mind and causing stress and then it was gone! He couldn't explain why, but he had a hunch that Voldemort had put something inside him the night his parents were killed and the possession had drawn it out, like it was a poison.
Whatever. He set his wand on his bedside table and went to sleep.
As he was sleeping, he was hit with a huge wave of memories from sixteen years' worth of life. They were just like the dreams he'd been having, except they integrated themselves into his brain and body. The personalities and skills of Harry Potter and Subaki Tsuchishimi combined into one and one last memory played in his head.
Darkness took him as Tyrannius laughed at his fate. The darkness faded quickly after and turned to light. He saw himself speed away from the scene where the General was mutilating him and everything passed in a blur.
He found himself rushing towards a black-haired kid walking down the street and they collided, sending the kid sprawling.
He felt his soul slowly start to meld with the boy.
Subaki woke with a start.
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It had been a week since his memories returned and he was not happy. His relatives had forced him out of his room the day after his birthday and he had been doing chores since! Apparently they were going on a business trip to a foreign country (They hadn't said where), and the house needed to be spotless.
As soon as he'd awoken, he snapped the wand with the Trace on it and cast a glamour to his old looks, hiding even his longer hair and his muscular body.
He was washing the dishes when his aunt came in the room, "We're leaving for Japan tomorrow. Have your stuff packed. Your uncle doesn't want to leave you unattended in his home. Don't bring that damn stick!"
He looked at her coldly and reached into his pocket. He withdrew his hand to show her he broken wand and threw it at her feet, "Here, you can have it. I've no use for a thing such as a wand anymore."
She gaped at it and then looked at him in shock, "Why?! How did that happen?!"
He gave a smile that never reached his eyes, "I snapped it myself! I told you, I've no use for a wand. I can use my special talents without one and no one will ever know, Dear Aunt. I'll be packed tomorrow."
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He walked around the small festival that was going on in Tokyo's version of Central Square. Subaki looked around with a small smile on his face; it was nice to be home.
He had been separated from his relatives-not that he cared-and was wandering around the dango stands when he heard a very familiar scream. Alkea!
He rushed towards the sound of the scream and unconsciously summoned his battle robes and basilisk armor. Igdraf appeared in his hand as it responded to the call of his master. He arrived in an alley to see three men holding Alkea down and tearing at her robes. He saw red as he rushed at them, "Leave my sister alone, Gutter Scum!"
They looked up in surprise and he cut them down easily, as he protected his sister's honor. Once they were cut down, he calmed enough to realize that his glamour had dropped and that Alkea was staring at him with surprise.
He softly cursed, but realized that he couldn't leave her there in indecent clothing. He sheathed Igdraf and removed his outer cloak. He walked over to her and wrapped it around her shoulders, before he turned to walk away. He was stopped by a delicate hand grabbing his wrist and a small voice, "Brother? Is that really you?"
It was too much. He was brutally murdered by a man he once trusted. He had returned only to find his little sister about to be raped. Add that to Harry's side of the story, which was just as bad if not worse. He had seen the only man he really cared about die in front of him, and then he'd been possessed. His so-called 'friends' had abandoned him.
Before he could stop it, he realized there were tears going down his face. He looked at Alkea and he just collapsed. She grabbed him as he sobbed into her shoulder. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I got myself killed. If I hadn't, you wouldn't be in this situation. I'm a poor excuse for a brother. I should have come back immediately after I got my memories. I shouldn't have waited."
She took down his hair and brushed her hands through it as she whispered, "It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could do, Brother. I'm just glad you're here now. Mom and Dad thought that I was crazy when I told them that I felt that you just weren't dead. Now, you've come back. We caught Tyrannius, by the way. We found out it was him that killed you. Father killed him of course, but he's still empty inside. You came back. Now, you can fix their pain."
He listened to her and eventually stopped and sat up, wiping his eyes, "Huh, that was pretty pathetic of me. I'm glad you're here though. You're right about everything of course. We should probably get you back before they notice you're missing."
She looked at him with a pout, "How do you know they didn't allow me to come?"
He made a show of looking around and then turned to her and grinned, "Where's the guards then?"
She blushed and then stood, "You're right. Let's go. They'll be in for quite a shock when they see you."
He stiffened for a moment and she grabbed his hand. He squeezed her hand in thanks and relaxed a small bit. He swept her feet out from under her and grabbed her up bridal style before he teleported them to her room at the castle. He set her down and she went and grabbed some clothes, before she went to take a quick shower. He put his hair back up while she was gone.
She came out wearing her night clothes and sat next to him on the bed, "When are you gonna tell them, Subaki?"
He looked out the window and sighed, "I will tell them tomorrow, if they don't find out by the midnight check Dad always does on you."
She gasped, "He does what?!"
He smirked at her pout, "He checks on you every night to make sure you're safe and not with any strangers."
She sighed in acceptance and yawned. He leaned back against the headboard and she laid on his lap using his legs as a pillow. He brushed his hands through her hair after drying it and she slowly fell asleep on him. He gave a soft smile at her face and prepared himself for the inevitable. If he didn't want to wake her up, he wouldn't be able to hide when the King came in.
He internally shrugged and leaned his head back against the headboard and, after a while, he too fell asleep.
He wasn't woken until many hours later.
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Sakura sighed at her husband. He had gotten drunk again, lamenting on his son's death. She cleaned up the alcohol containers with a wave of her hand and covered him with a blanket, before she went to check on their daughter.
She crept down the hallway and opened Alkea's door, silently stepping inside. She closed it with a soft click and turned to see, not one, but two people asleep on Alkea's bed. One looked to be a male with a ponytail, a sword, and some type of armor. On his lap a female, she guessed was Alkea, was asleep. It was too dark to see their individual features.
She walked up, intent on asking the man why he was in her daughter's bed, but froze upon seeing his face. She cast a silent 'lumos' to make sure she wasn't seeing things. This woke the man up and he looked at her with deep turquoise eyes. They blinked once and then the sleep cleared out of them and they widened in surprise and an almost silent whisper was heard, "Mother?!"
She grabbed her heart and then reached out a hand, "Is this a dream?"
He shook his head and let her touch his arm. She grabbed it tightly, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go. He gently moved his sister onto the bed to avoid waking her and stood. He grabbed the Queen up in a hug and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry I left for so long. I should have beaten him and then none of you would have had to go through this."
She hugged him tighter and silently sobbed on his shoulder, "How?!"
"My soul survived and joined with another, imbuing it with my memories and abilities as well as keeping its own. I am both Harry Potter and Subaki Tsuchishimi at the same time."
She gasped in surprise and finally let him go, "You're Harry Potter?!"
He nodded with a frown, "That means it's my job to destroy Voldemort, which I will gladly do, if only for all the suffering he's caused of others."
She sighed in defeat and then looked him in the eye, "You need to go tell your father. He went down a bad road when you died. He's drunk in his study."
Subaki sighed and gestured to Alkea, "Will you watch over her for me? She had a hard time tonight with all this."
Sakura nodded and sat on the bed next to her daughter. At her son's still-worried look, she shooed her hands and he walked out of the room and towards his father's study.
He stepped inside and saw his father asleep in his chair, leaning in his desk with a blanket. He walked over to him and he saw many documents with the name Arlen Tsuchishimi only half-signed on them.
He cast a sobering charm on the man and picked him up, carrying him over to the couch with little difficulty. It seemed his father had lost weight. He once again felt guilt brew up inside of him, but he cast it aside.
Once Arlen was on the couch, Subaki gently shook him. His shaking increased in power until the man woke up with a start. The King didn't even look up at who had woken him, "I got drunk again, didn't I?"
"Well, you're sobered up now obviously, or I wouldn't have woken you." A voice said, and he snapped in that direction to see his 'dead' son sitting with his feet propped up in the chair. He rubbed his eyes and then blinked rapidly, before he delicately stood, like he was afraid loud noises would scare away the apparition.
He walked over and reached a hand out to touch the boy sitting in the chair. Subaki instead stood and grabbed the man in a hug, scowling fiercely, "This is what you do when I'm gone?! What about the Kingdom?!" Arlen just stood there, shocked that this apparition wasn't fading like his other ones had. Subaki's scowl disappeared and he sighed, "What are we gonna do with you?"
Arlen let go and looked at Subaki, "How is this possible? How are you real? How are you here?! We…We saw your body. It was…it was horrible. I didn't even recognize you except by Igdraf and the small bit of your hair that wasn't completely dyed in blood."
Subaki sighed, "I did die. My soul cried out one last request and it was granted. My soul was then led to a boy and melded with him completely. I am both Subaki Tsuchishimi and Harry Potter now." Arlen opened his mouth to speak, but Subaki interrupted him, "I know. I have to go kill some bastard Dark Wizard by the name of Voldemort. I also have to go to that horrible wizarding school in Scotland as 'Harry Potter' to get information from Dumbledore, seeing as he is the most knowledgeable on the subject."
Arlen sighed, "We just got you back."
Subaki suddenly gave a big grin, "And you'll have me for two to three more weeks before I leave. Don't worry about it. Tyrannius was the only actual person that was equal or better than me at fighting. Besides, from my memories of Voldemort, he's a weakling compared to me."
Arlen sighed again and then gave a small smile, "You're right. Right now, we need to focus on how to announce you're not dead."
Subaki gave a sly smile, "I already thought about it. We tell the public that Tyrannius had been working for years on a fake body that seemed real in every aspect. When we fought, he mortally wounded me and I fled in order to survive. He used the fake body in place of the real one when he couldn't find me. I found an ancient healer that healed me, before I made my way back from the mountains on foot. Alkea found me and brought me home."
The King smiled, "That only holds a few small lies, so it should work perfectly fine."
Just then a very tired looking snowy owl flew through the window and landed on Subaki's arm, holding out its leg. He took the letter and stroked Hedwig, "Good job girl. Here." He handed her a piece of sausage that he had summoned from the kitchens downstairs where the house-elves were working.
She took it gratefully and glided over to the perch on the King's desk, where she swallowed it and promptly fell asleep.
Subaki opened the letter and was about to grab the paper inside when he noticed the blue glow, 'It's a portkey! Why?!'
He instead levitated the paper and unfolded it magically.
Hey Mate,
Dumbledore noticed you and your relatives weren't home two days ago and asked me to send this. Happy late birthday and write Dumbledore back when you get this, wherever you are. Hope you're doing well. The Bumblebee's a'buzzing here.
Signed, Ron
Subaki read the letter through again and realized that Ron had written in their special code. Dumbledore was the Bumblebee and the buzzing part meant that he was interfering again. Ron was the only one who had even tried to contact him yet and he realized that Dumbledore must be behind it.
He turned to his father, "Dumbledore is being manipulative again. He charmed the letter into being a portkey. That man never changes. Oh well." He chucked the portkey into the fire and watched it burn into ashes, before he turned back to his father, "Where were we at…?"
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The next two weeks were spent hanging out with his family and announcing his not-death and throwing a ball in his honor. The public took it quite well that their Prince wasn't dead and there were parties all over town late into the night.
The ball lasted well until three in the morning. Subaki got his hair bracer back and wore it gladly; he had missed the familiar weight of the metal piece covering the top of his ponytail. He danced with every girl in the village nearby and then some, but he was glad. This was where he was meant to be, not Hogwarts. Even his Harry memories liked it better here where he had a family and people who didn't put the weight of the world on a sixteen-year-old's shoulders.
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A few days later, he was scrying through his crystal ball and discovered a few things that immediately raised his temper. He put the seer magic into the ball and watched as a form of Ron came into view, talking to Dumbledore.
Ron:
Dumbledore walked up to the red-head while he sat in his chair in his room, "Hello, Mr. Weasley, how are you?"
Ron looked at him, "Hello Professor, I'm okay. What are you doing here? I thought you were busy."
"I need to ask a favor of you?"
"What is it?"
"Mr. Potter has not responded to your letter. When he comes back for the school year, I want you to find out where he's been."
"Isn't that an invasion of privacy, Professor?"
"Yes, but I need to know where he's gone to. I'll pay you for it. 1,000 galleons a month."
Ron's face marred into a frown and he grew angry, "I'm not spying on my best mate! That's his privacy that you'd be invading! You've gone barmy if you think that I'd become your spy over Harry!"
Dumbledore frowned and cast an obliviation spell, before he got up and walked out of the room.
Hermione:
Dumbledore walked into her room and sat on her bad, next to where she was reading her sixth year potions book. "Hello, Ms. Granger."
She looked up from her book, "Oh, hello Professor, what do you need?"
He gave a grandfatherly smile, "Harry's gone missing and I need you to find where he's gone when he gets back for the school year."
She gave a sly smile, "Will you pay me like the other years?"
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, of course. You can't tell Ronald though, he refused and I had to erase the memory."
She frowned but then smiled again, "I'll find out as soon as we get back Professor."
Dumbledore smiled and walked out of the room.
Molly Weasley:
Dumbledore walked up to her, "Is the love potion ready?"
She smiled, "Yes, and I've already given Ginny her dose. All we need is Harry and we'll have access to the Potter vaults. Ginny won't know any better."
Dumbledore smiled, "Good, I need to get into those vaults to have the complete access of the Potter funds. We need them to fund the Order of the Phoenix."
Molly nodded and Dumbledore left.
Dumbledore:
He walked into Gringotts and pulled a note from his robes, handing it to the teller at the front, "I have a note from Mr. Potter to remove 10,000 galleons from his vault and transfer it to the Vault of the Order of the Phoenix."
The goblin took the note with suspicion and handed it to a nearby goblin after inspecting it thoroughly. The goblin came back five minutes later, "It is done, Master Grapplehorn."
Dumbledore nodded in content and walked out of the bank, chewing on another lemon drop.
Subaki stood with a roar of anger and stormed to his father's chambers, "I need to make a trip to the Gringotts in London today, dad!"
"You go back to London in two days anyway. Can it not wait until then, Son?"
Subaki took a few deep breaths before he calmed slightly, "You're right, dad. I just recently found out that I'm being stolen from by Dumbledore and my anger got the best of me."
Arlen smiled fondly, "Of course, would you like to go for a ride on Majesty to calm down?"
Majesty was a large black unicorn with a golden horn, meant for impaling, and large black wings. He was, more specifically, a war unicorn. They are very hard to tame and must trust someone explicitly to even let them near them. Majesty had taken an instant liking to Subaki and was dangerous to anyone else. Subaki loved her.
"Yes, I think I will. Thanks Dad. I needed a voice of reason. I would like, however, to go to London a day early in order to get everything sorted out. I suppose Sirius probably left a will and I haven't been there to hear them read it."
Arlen nodded, "That is acceptable, but I want you to go as yourself and not Harry Potter until you're getting on the train."
Subaki nodded and left to ride Majesty.
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He waved good-bye to his family the next day and then turned and teleported away, to right in front of the Leaky Cauldron. He was in Britain. What a loathsome place.
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