A/N: ok, sorry about the format of the chapter last time,hopefully its fixed now. this is a femHarry story where she is left in japan and finds her way to Nammimori somehow. takes place after her third year.

Disclaimer: Dont own Katekyo or Harry Potter.

Harry silently panicked as she walked quickly down the streets of nammimori. The Dursleys had brought her to Japan for something to do with her Uncles job. She hadn't really paid that much attention since she was just excited to be going to a new country. They had been in Japan for a week, staying in a hotel, the Dursleys spending their time sight seeing and attending her Uncles work functions while she wandered around Tokyo, occasionally taking the train to other nearby cities. It was coming back to the hotel after one of these trips at the end of said week that she was informed by the receptionist that her family had checked out and left at noon.

"They left?" Harry asked blankly. The receptionist nodded, staring at her with a touch of pity.

"Did they leave a trunk?" Harry questioned, her stomach rolling at the thought of not having her things.

"Yes, it's here behind the desk. Would you like me to call the authorities for you?" The woman asked, placing her hand on the phone. Harry shook her head frantically.

"No thank you. I can figure something out." She really didn't want to think about what would happen if the police were told, being sent back to the Dursleys or being put in an orphanage among her biggest worries.

She accepted her trunk, thankful for the built in feather light charms and promptly got out of Tokyo when she noticed the woman calling the police anyways. Thus, she had somehow found her way to Nammimori, where she was now wandering while dragging her trunk around.

She came to a bench and sat down tiredly. She had been dragging her trunk around for the last two days with almost no sleep, and she still didn't know what to do about her situation, especially with Hedwig staying with Sirius for the trip.

"Excuse me? Do you need help?" Harry started at the kind voice coming from a dark haired man. Harry stared at him warily.

"A-ah, yes please." She stuttered out, while the full immersion into the language had certainly helped her, she still wasn't very good at the language. Still, the man waited patiently as she tried to find her words before she slumped "sorry, not good language yet… do you speak English?" She asked hopefully. The man blinked in surprise and smiled brightly.

"I do speak English. How may I help you?" He answered in very good English.

"I need to find a cheep place to stay and somewhere that might hire me for a job." She explained. The man frowned as he eyed her with concern.

"Where is your family Miss…?" He trailed off, looking at her expectedly. Harry jumped to her feet in surprise and embarrassment, bowing slightly to him.

"Potter, Harriana. Pleasure to meet you."

The man laughed brightly and gave a small bow back "I'm Yamamoto, Tsuyoshi. Pleasure to meet you too." He looked around them before looking at her critically, making Harry nervous.

"Where is your family, Potter-San?" He repeated.

Harry shuffled nervously, looking down at her feet as she tried to think of what to say. Finally she reluctantly decided to tell the truth, she was well aware of the lack of lying skills she had and didn't want to test her luck.

"They… they left me here." She whispered, saying it for the first time aloud, and despite the mutual dislike she held for the family she couldn't believe they would just ditch her in a foreign county, and tears sprung to her eyes.

She struggled for several seconds, not wanting to cry in front of a stranger before the weight of the last two days combined with lack of sleep took its toll and she started crying in earnest, crouching down to place her head on her knees. After a moment, she felt the the man crouch down next to her and rub her back gently. She tensed in surprise at the touch and he removed his hand.

She sniffed, whipped her eyes and nose on her sleeve and gave him a watery smile. "Sorry." She whispered.

Tsuyoshi just smiled sympathetically and ushered her back onto the bench and sat with her. "Your fine." He replied. They sat for several moments in silence before Tsuyoshi spoke again.

"You are welcome to stay with my son and I in our guest room until you figure out your situation."

Harry thought about it for a moment before nodding slowly. "What about payment?"

"No need, if you really feel the need to pay me back, you can help out in my Sushi restaurant on Wednesdays and weekends." He told her.

Harry smiled shyly at him. "Thank you, I hope you don't mind, but since I'm trying to learn Japanese, I'd like to have total immersion, so could you speak only in Japanese unless it's really important?"

Tsuyoshi agreed and helped her to her feet before grabbing her trunk and leading her to the restaurant she had been sitting in front of. He led her to the area behind the shop that was obviously a house and got her set up in the guest room before saying.

"My son, Takeshi, should be home from his friends house soon. Make yourself at home."

After a moment working out what was said, Harry nodded and smiled at him as he left. She looked around the room before sighing heavily and dropping on the bed, deciding a short nap was in order before anything else, and promptly fell asleep.

When she woke up, she felt groggy and confused for a few moments before she remembered what happened. She ruffled her hair, attempting to detangle it with her fingers and after failing miserably, she chose to riffle through her trunk to put on something other than her cousins old things. She quickly found her school skirt and shirt and put them on before actually brushing her hair. Once she was done she opened the bedroom door and almost ran straight into a boy who looked just a touch older and like a younger version of Tsuyoshi.

"Ah! Sorry!" She said frantically at his surprised expression. He just laughed while rubbing the back of his head.

"It's fine. Tou-San sent me to ask if you would like to join us for dinner." To Harry's relief, he spoke slowly and clearly but not so slowly that it was condescending.

Harry nodded, "yes please. Are you Takeshi-San?" She asked, trying to remember if that was his name or not. His eyes lit up and he nodded as he led her to the kitchen table where Tsuyoshi was putting a wonderful smelling meal on.

"Yes, and your Haiderianna?" He asked, saying her name slowly to try and wrap his mouth around her name. She smiled at him,

"Call me Hari. It's what my friends call me." She said, watching in slight confusion as he positively beamed at her.

"Alright Hari." They both greeted Tsuyoshi.

"I hope you enjoy the food Potter-San."

Tsuyoshi said as he put her plate in front of her. She eyed the food in delight and smiled at him.

"I bet tastes great." She said in her stilted way, "Please, call me Hari." She responded, giving him a shy smile. The older man nodded while laughing before turning to ask his son about his day.

Hari tried to listen as well, but once Takeshi got to rolling he started talking to fast for her to catch anything but every couple words. After he finished what he was telling his father he turned to her and asked

"Would you like to come visit my friends tomorrow, Hari-chan? I think they'd really like you!" Hari stared at him uncertainly, glancing over at his father who just nodded in encouragement.

"A-ah, ok. If you sure." She said, feeling a bit better when he beamed at her.

"Excellent! Than you can meet some more people your age." Tsuyoshi said as he started to clean up the empty plates, waving Hari off when she offered to help. " why don't you two go get cleaned up and ready for bed? That way your rested and ready for tomorrow."

Takashi and Hari both nodded and left, Hari following Takashi as he showed her to the bathroom she could use to get cleaned up in. As she got ready she found herself looking forward to the next day.