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AN: Sorry for the delay, but I just started university and will be juggling studies and word. Also my new fic "Harry Potter and the World of Shinobi" is up. Please go read it after reading this.

Edit 03-11-15: I noticed a lot of mistakes, on top of my forgetting to include an extra after a chapter solely made of fluff. So, at the bottom I am including a little extra I planed to add on the next one, but that I will be putting on this one instead since it kind of matches the fluff of the chapter.

Betaed by: Ivanoma

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Chapter 7: Doeable

Harry-doe watched as Yoshino and her lazy husband made their way outside the Nara complex in a haste and, to be honest, the doe wasn't all that sure why they were leaving in such a rush… not that she wasn't grateful, for Harry-doe most certainly needed time to calm down.

In less than 10 minutes she had bumped into a Malfoy (or someone who looked just like one) making Harry react in the most ridiculous manner, then the doe he had become got busted by Yoshino as a being who possessed intelligence beyond that of any deer in the complex, then Shikaku entered the picture and demanded a game of shogi, then they left "her" alone while running faster than Harry had ever seen people run in his past life and this one combined.

Yep. Those sure were an eventful 10 minutes.

Normally, Harry would have considered staying put and agonize about how the very nice status-quo that 'she' had been enjoying the last few days might come to an end. However, there was something in the way Yoshino looked behind herself that made Harry know that the woman was heading towards danger.

Harry's doe instincts were yelling at her to huddle in the shadows of the forest, maybe even find a cave to stay in until Mama Yoshino came back to tell her everything was safe again. On the other hand, his inner Auror was yelling at him to give chase to the one person who had become family in this shitty second life. Harry imagined his old self giving chase, wand in hand, with a dozen or so of his officers covering his back as he blasted through enemy territory. Yes, that was him, alright? Gryffindor through and through. But her doe instincts... Goddammit, was she a doe or was he a man? Yes sh-HE was a man. He was Harry Potter, Man-Who-Conquered, and HE would be damned if he let his new furry body get the better of him and spoil it.

So Harry took initiative and jumped, somehow managing to leap out of the window with little effort. His doe-muscles felt stronger than ever as his focused will gave shape to his new body's magic. The magic pumping around his cuadruped female body felt foreign and oddly orderly. His-her new magic lacked the chaotic nature of the one he had grown so used to in his life of a wizard. Thankfully, though, the principle of will being the most important component of getting magic to work remained a constant, allowing him speeds a deer should never have been able to posses; albeit Harry knew he must have been slow as a snail compared with the two ninja that made their way outside the compound minutes before he did.

Harry-doe rushed through the forest, making the world around him become as much as a blur as it had done when he was riding his Nimbus 2000 for the first time (albeit he knew his speed now was not beyond the standard school broom the likes of which he rode in Professor Hooch's class all those years ago). The doe figured the blurriness must be because the eyes of a doe weren't meant to endure the speeds he was traveling at... Probably getting glasses to protect his eyes wouldn't be such a bad idea? After all, he had worn those twice what most people lived, so he was sure he would have no problem getting used to them in this body. Even if the idea of a doe wearing lenses was so ridiculous it was almost funny.

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The boost of speed wasn't enough for Harry-doe to catch up. Not to mention that after a while the reincarnated wizard realized he didn't know where he was going, or which road the Nara couple had gone through. Had Harry been reborn into a dog, he might have been able to follow Yoshino's scent but, as things stood, his body was not fit for tracing... at least not yet. Magic could do a lot of things, and he was fairly sure he would eventually be able to figure out a way to adapt the Point Me spell. But that was neither here nor now. Truth is, Harry became aware of the fact he had no chance of catching up, but was against turning back because it would feel like he would be abandoning Yoshino and, worse still, he would be failing himself.

Besides, Harry Potter always ended up in the middle of all things dangerous, whether he intended to or not; so if Yoshino ended up in mortal danger, Harry might end up at the same place, then try to help her. Even at the cost of his life with... well, he wasn't too reluctant to lose. Honestly, if he ended up getting killed he would live on in some other universe or whatever, but if Yoshino died she would be leaving behind her family and home. He could say in good authority that losing family sucked big time. Besides, Harry didn't have a home anymore. And the closest thing to home he had was Yoshino. If she died he would be drifting again with nothing to hold onto.

It was incredible how strongly attached he had become to the woman in such short span of time, but since she was the closest thing to a mother he had ever had, it was no surprise he loved the sweet but strict woman above any other being in a world where even children were trained to become murderers... plus he had a good record of lifelong friends made on the spot: point and case, Ronald Weasley.

As the doe's body got pushed to keep runing, energy on Harry's body was rapidly dwinling, like his magic was running out or something, leaving him weak-legged, forcing him to move at a more sedate pace. It was after 5 minutes or so of going at a normal doe speed that Harry found something that made him stop in his tracks: a hurt kid.

A kid in hideous green tights, but a hurt kid nonetheless.

Harry felt that he had to stop, he just had to. Even his desire to follow Yoshino so he might be of help (not that he had figured how exactly) could not rival his chivalrous l need to stop and help someone so obviously in need of assistance… and a new wardrobe, but that was beside the point.

'Hey, kid, are you alive?' Harry mentally prodded, restraining himself from making any out-loud comment in case it came out in Parseltongue. Almost as if the kid had heard the unsaid words, he unburried his face from the dirt, then looked up to doe-harry. Harry-doe, on the other hand looked down at him with mild concern, then surprise, when the Boy-Who-Became-a-Doe noticed the unusually thick eyebrows the kid had. They kind of reminded Harry of Hagrid's.

"A… deer?" Eyebrow Kid asked dazed, chocking a bit at the words. Harry continued to stare, feeling kind of awkward that his doe-vocal chords left him utterly unable to respond.

The kid shook his head to thoughts only he was privy to, before he got up and picked up a crutch. Harry had expected the kid to use the crutch he picked as a support to start making his way back to the village so he culd get some help to re-wrap his dirty bandages, least his muddied woulds got infected. So imagine Harry-doe's surprise when Eyebrow Kid, with a face full of pain, dirt and blood, started kicking the air over and over… Harry might not be an expert on ninja culture, but he was pretty damn sure that even Shinobi would not approve of a child so badly hurt he was in need of a crutch doing exercise in the middle of a forest when ruckus was going down in town.

Someone needed to stop Eyebrow Kid before he hurt himself.

With a mix of Gryffindor courage and stupidity, Harry stepped closer to the kid, who, upon noticing Harry-doe, aborted a kick that might have beheaded the green-eyed quadruped, putting a lot of extra pressure on the leg he was using to pivot himself into the kick. This lead to the spandex-wearing youngster falling into the ground with a wince and a growl of frustration.

Harry looked at the kid with the poker face all does are born with as the kid cursed. Then Eyebrow Kid started to weep and punch the ground until blood started to damp the already stained bandages around his hands.

The sight of the distraught kid pulled Harry's heartstrings. Harry's body was screaming at him to get away from someone capable of cracking the ground with his fist, but the idea of any of his children,grandchildren or great grandchildren suffering like that made Harry feel centuries old again. And old Harry knew better than most about how a bit of human (even animal) warmth could go a long way to soothe a bleeding heart.

The Nth punch to the ground was stopped when Harry-doe's nose softly bumped the side of the child's head, snapping Eyebrow Kid of his self-harming trance. The kid turned to Harry-doe, earning himself a face full of tongue in a gesture that was usually reserved for dogs.

Eyebrow Kid looked at the doe with mild surprise, which was an improvement on Harry's book, so the doe decided to do a repeat of the face-licking despite the awful taste of sweat and mud courtesy of Eyebrow Kid's early face-plant and kicking practice. The second lick registered better than the first one, and the kid let out a small smile. "Are you trying to cheer me up?" Eyebrow Kid smiled and moved his hand to pet the fluff of hair on Harry's head. Harry stayed put, letting out a soft whine in response as he pressed his head into the kid's palm.

Harry's approach was rewarded with a sudden hug as the kid sobbed into his frail doe-body, then, chocked words came out as the kid let out bottled up feelings the same way a small kid would confide their nightmares to their teddy bear.

And of course, Harry listened, because even if he didn't understand half the words the kid was speaking, sometimes just having an ear to hear you out made the pain a bit easier to bear.

To Be Continued.

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Extra: First meal

Yoshino looked to the small baby doe as she came back from the bushes, head down and giving her a shy look she recognized from the time Shikamaru was still wetting the bed. How one deer could be so cute to her, who had dealt with newborns of the species for years, was a wonder.

There was still something that worried her though: the little doe was really underweight.

She mentally went over the list of reasons her doe might have for not been feeding properly, which lead to Yoshino to check Rai-chan's teeth to see if she had gotten something there that would hurt (like a broken teeth or a splinter). Rai-chan had nothing out of the ordinay in her mouth, neither she saw anything in the feces she noticed the doe had left behind the bushes.

Maybe she caught some sort of sickness? But the doe was acting healthy and cheerful, unlike sick deer usually acted.

It was a puzzle.

But thankfully that one solved itself when she saw the doe eat for the first time. And despite deer not being the most expresive of animals, it was easy enough to see the reluctance to eat because green eyes would glare to the grass, then bit only the unmudied tips of the grassblades, and pretty much swallowed without chewing. That couldn't be good for digestion.

A crazy thought crossed Yoshino as she got back into the house to prepare a deer-friendly vegetable soup, a recipe that was long since perfected for older deer that lived long enough to loose teeth.

The moment she was done with the (admitedly hastly made) soup, Rai-chan looked at her with the ever so cute tilt to her furry head as she slowly lowered the plate to floor. Cerefully the doe moved closer, looking up at her as if to ask permision, at which Yohsino noded, and Rai-chan gave the liquid an experimental lick. Soon enough the plate was empty and twing green eyes begged for more food.

Yoshino served Rai-chan a second bowl, then a third, and when the doe was finally full she cuddled into her leg. Kami was that doe cute.

If Yoshino had entretained that she would be keeping this doe for herslef before, now she was possitive her son wouldn't be getting it back. Ever.

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AN: Ok, this chapter was cheesy and fillery, but I couldn't imagine it going any other way since I put Lee in the last one. After all, if Harry met a hurt kid he would stop to help, period. And even a youthful youth such as Lee was bound to cry sometimes.

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Don't forget to check out "Harry Potter and the World of Shinobi after reviewing... and review that one too. Also, I will be posting a new fic soon "Dreading the Sunshine" deeply inspired by "Dreaming of Sunshine" by Silver Queen. Keep an eye open for future updates (^.^)/