I´ve wanted to read a story like this Shaman King and Harry Potter.

Kuroshitsuji and Harry Potter. Since I didn´t find such stories, I decided to have a go at writing it myself.

If you happen to find such a story Shaman King/Harry Potter or Kuroshitsuji/Harry Potter, and its finished, please let me know! Thanks in advance!

Most people relate to God according to what they learn at home. Their family traditions and what their elders hold dear. But when you grow up with an ever questioning and wandering brain, an endless curiosity and an insane drive. Well… truth is you questioned everything and never believed in something as unbending as "absolute truths". It didn't exist in your dictionary because you were ever wondering about this or the other. People had it right but at the same time they had no idea. They really could be ignorant and self-centered bastards trapped and limited by their beliefs and what they wholeheartedly thought it was unavoidable. No one could really boast to know all of Gods will. This world was the creation of more than one God and you never really know who's listening. For rationalists and sceptics. People who believed in science holding all the answers, for those individuals it was an eternal compromise to believe in destiny or something as fickle as "Gods will" and not to roll their eyes whenever someone else used that as an argument in a completely rational conversation.

You just couldn't believe that things happened for no reason or for someone else's will. You believed in cause and effect. And that's the kind of girl that right now was kneeling with the moonlight and wilderness as her only witnesses. Crying her eyes out and begging to get back what she had lost. Desperate and consumed with grief, without hopes. That's how you were left when you lost your anchor to this world. When you lost something you wanted to protect more than anything.

Half if not all her world was lost and she just found out about it. The unfairness of it all hit her full force. Here on her own, miles away from home with no friend or foe or even a convenient stranger that might take pity on the poor broken girl.

Maybe it was something about the place she was right now, you see. This place was considered sacred for all native inhabitants of this country and even renowned internationally.

Ayers Rock, most recently named Uluru-Kata.

The place where her parents had died.

The start and the end, the beginning of a new chapter she couldn't have prevented even with all her knowledge.

…

After the war she just had one goal, go to Australia and find her parents.

The Ministry and people were back on their feet and proceeding with trials, the repair work needed at Hogwarts, Hogsmeade and the Ministry. Pay respect to the deceased… the world didn't stop for even a minute. There were things that needed to be done, she understood that. But at the very least she expected her boyfriend to go with her on this. It was important.

As it was, Harry and Ron wouldn't be able to travel with her anytime soon. Harry had to attend all sorts of things or at least that's how he felt about it. He really hated anything that put him in the spotlight, he never recovered from the shock of discovering his fame all of a sudden, he didn't feel all that important or like he should be a celebrity, but now more than ever people saw him as The Chosen One, they revered him and it was unnerving. She really felt for him and wanted to help in in any way she could, he was like a brother to her. But in this scenario he really couldn't understand her. He didn't have parents. She wanted to go and look for her parents as of yesterday. But she really had reached an understanding of why Harry felt he had to attend all sort of events held after the war, even if he hated the spotlight.

With someone less level headed than her best friend, she feared the consequences of such open devotion by anyone that crossed his path. People treated him almost like… a God.

So, Harry felt he had a responsibility he couldn't shirk. Not even for her. He was willing to go with her… but if Hermione was willing to wait for at least a month. And that was too much for her. She wanted her parents back by yesterday.

On the other side, the Weasleys had lost Fred in the war, they had buried him but still mourned him deeply. The family had suffered this heavy lost and Mrs. Weasley took it badly. She wanted to have all her kids nearby, Ron was of age and could up and go if he so wished but he didn't want to upset his mom. Hermione could understand where he was coming from. Really. But it wasn't as if they will stay in Australia for the rest of their lives. They just had to be there for the time it took to find Hermione´s parents and bring them home, back to England were they belonged. She really dreaded her parents' reaction to all this. They most assuredly would be pissed and she didn't want to face them alone, but she will if she had to.

Why should she wait longer? Sacrifice more than what she already delivered?

She didn't want to wait, not even a day more. She sent her parents far away for their protection. But she certainly didn't do it for any other reason. She knew her parents would be beyond angry, she feared and longed for the reunion.

Half of the time she feared it, how they might react and the things they'd surely have to say about her decision. She just acted without asking them, she knew they wouldn't let her go with Ron and Harry on the wild hunt for the horrocruxes, if they had to hide, they certainly wanted her with them. They wouldn't have listened to anything she had to say… because they loved her.

And she just messed with their minds and sent them away…

It was a measure taken out of desperation, but nonetheless she had done it and had to face the music.

She waited 10 days, alone with her thoughts, holding onto hope that maybe Ron or Harry might show up and agree to make the journey with her. They ought to understand, right? How she wanted her family to be reunited again. Ron more than Harry. But nonetheless, they both had people they held dear. Even if Harry didn't have family anymore that didn't make him less loved. But he never will understand them completely.

After the 10 days were up she gave up any hope of her friend and boyfriend signing up for Australia, they still visited her and invited her over to their houses or to one of the many events they had to attend, she got away with not attending since she really had to make preparations for the travel.

Most people looked at her without understanding and questions were written across their faces but… she didn't want to travel the magical way. It felt… wrong.

She knew her parents enough to know that they will be angry beyond believe or beyond any other time she had seem then upset. This wasn't your everyday misdeed. She messed with their minds and send them to the other side of the world. If weighed on her more than ever after the war ended and her distractions faded away. Her parents had been a constant light dimmed at the back of her head while she searched for Horrocruxes and ran for her life on the merry wild chase.

It hurt that her best friend and her boyfriend wouldn't be able to go with her. But she had to.

So she decided to travel the muggle way and use magic when she didn't have another option, as a way to start atoning for her sins. Maybe that might help mitigate her parents' wrath. Or at least she hoped so.

It was a start to make amends, even if it seemed of little relevance.

…

Someone knocked on her door early and Hermione stumbled out of bed and went for the door without even taking her wand. In retrospective that wasn't her brightest moment, but she was half asleep. She certainly didn't expect to see Ginny on her doorstep with a determined look on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. That's the look she had on when she was determined to be heard and was about to deliver a message that was bound to end up in a discussion. That infamous Weasley temper was renowned for a reason.

_ I came to get you- she told her as if it was obvious and with a cheerful tone. But then again. Get her for what?

With sleep at the edge of her mind, Hermione didn't get her meaning straight away and Ginny passed through the door dedicating an assessing look at her surroundings before strolling as if she owned the place.

A twinge of irritation started to form but Hermione set it aside.

_ It's nice to see you Gin. Get me for what, exactly?

_ Ron´s being a jerk and sulking. He didn't want to come or write and I figured something happened, especially since Harry won't tell me anything. He's awful at lying, thank Merlin for that! We waited to get a letter or something but finally I decided to come and get you. You've lost a lot of what's going on while being cooped up here. And even if Ron won't say it you're always welcome at the Burrow, you don't have to stay here all alone even if you're mad with my idiot brother or even if you decided to dump his ass.

_ That´s really sweet of you. – Hermione actually felt guilty about her earlier irritation and set about making them some tea, the muggle way. - But I told the guys I had to go and get my parents, you see. The war is finally over and I can't bear to have them that far any longer. They'll be pissed as hell with me for the one I pulled, and I want to get it over with once and for all. I asked them if they could come along but they told me that I had to wait… I really don't feel like I can.

Ginny was looking at her as if she had gone crazy.

_ Don't get me wrong. It just surprised me that you were planning to travel. News travel fast and even more so news about you guys. The Ministry wouldn't have missed the chance to exploit positive publicity. I bet they might have sent you with a diplomatic portkey or something- Ginny said, as if choosing her words carefully and that completely blew her cover about "not knowing anything about what happened" she was here to intercede and dissuade her. Hermione´s irritation came back with a vengeance. - I'd want my parents back too if I were you but, they are safe. Sending them away was for their safety in the first place. What could possibly happen over there? Right now… you'd lost almost every event after the war. You even came here instead of staying at Grimmauld Place or the Burrow, it's important to recover the stability here and you guys are war heroes. Harry can hardly get any free time now and Ron got roped on it with him. They are covering for you the best they can. But it's a fact that people are asking about you. They are worried but don't want to write or show up here because a journalist or someone dangerous could follow them.

Everything sounded completely reasonable and sensible, but Hermione didn't want to be reasonable. She wanted to go and get her parents and she wouldn't wait. End of discussion.

_ They told me they couldn't come along and I accepted. I even waited for a bit in case one of them could make it. I'm ready to go and I won't wait any longer. Sorry if this worries you guys. But I won't change my mind. - she kept a level tone. But she wouldn't accept any attempts to dissuade her.

Ginny seemed to get it since she accepted defeat about taking her anywhere. At least, not for a long stay. Hermione accepted dinner at the Burrow and even dealt with Mrs. Weasley's attempts to pry on her trip to Australia.

She didn't try hard enough, consumed as she was with Fred's death, and the dinner was a smooth affair. But she felt… detached.

Somehow something had snapped and things wouldn't be the same.

…

Once in Australia she started looking through clinic records and government offices, she remembered the fake names she made them adopt but that was of little help. There were millions of people that shared that family name and she hadn't stuck around to notice any side effect of her magic. They could have changed their names… she tried not to think about any wild possibilities as to not be consumed by panic. But it wasn't easy.

Her parents could be anywhere for all she knew. But of course she started on the city she had chosen for them to live in. she visited dentist consults and browsed through phone books… even being constantly worried about finding her parents she felt better than she had been in months. With a fresh perspective even. Many things came to light now that she was alone and couldn't scape her thoughts. That nasty voice at the back of her mind kept bringing to light all the dirt she had buried on her "later list".

When she finally found them she felt her heart almost bursting from her chest.

Their office couldn't be more different than the one they had in London, not even if they tried. It gave off a carefree vibe. And when she entered the receptionist was a boy, with enormous headphones, dressed in dark colors, wearing sport clothes…. She thought she had the wrong place after all.

Even so, a picture of her parents hanged on the reception room, they looked so… young.

Younger than they had looked when they lived with her, that's for sure. Her mom had dyed her dark hair to a chestnut brown and had a bob haircut, and her dad… he was dressed to the nines.

_ Hey! Can I help you?

She stared at him, incapable of reconciling this boy to her parents' old receptionist back home, Mrs. Gabbles.

_ Yeh. I wondered if Dr. Wilkings had available appointments. - she said meekly. Taking in his black clothes and pale skin, his dark eye liner and ice blue eyes.

_ They are on vacation. They were supposed to come back a week ago. But so far they haven't called. Sorry. I'll get back at you as soon as possible when they´re back…

In retrospective, maybe she had to try and talk to him before trying with magic. But panic had a tight grip on her. She had to know. And he wouldn't give up the information willingly. No receptionist or secretary revealed their boss information to strangers. That's common sense.

A little dive into his mind let her know her parents had decided to go on a trip to a resort. They went to see Ayers Rock, registered on the closest resort that offered guided tours on all rock formations.

After making sure the receptionist was fine, she left. It was easier than she had expected, maybe Ginny was right and she should've waited for Ron and Harry, but now she didn't want to think about it anymore, she was excited and terrified in equal parts. She was meeting her parents after a year without seeing them.

To Uluru.