Hello! I'm back again! Please enjoy this chapter! By the way, this Ubuyashiki Master is not Kagaya but his father. I don't know his name so he's just going by "The Master" for now . However, they are very much alike. Anyways, enjoy! :)

Harry's POV
Harry felt unusually comfortable as he slowly awoke the next morning. He snuggled under the soft blanket, wishing he had five more minutes before he needed to make breakfast. Suddenly, he shot up, breathing heavily. He looked down at his soft comforter in horror.

The Dursleys were going to kill him.

What was he thinking, lazing around in a soft bed like this?

Harry suddenly found that he couldn't breathe. He gasped, shaking as he clustered his chest with trembling hands. He didn't notice when the shoji doors slid open, and near-silent footsteps approached him. He did notice when he was suddenly grabbed, but he was so petrified that he couldn't do anything.

I knew it was too good to be true, the boy thought. I knew no one would really want me.

Hewas too out of it to notice that the hands holding him were strong, but gentle and kind. Not harsh and bruising like his Uncle Vernon. He also failed to hear the kind but concerned voice speaking to him, trying to calm him down.

When Harry finally gained some coherency, he was horrified to find himself cuddled up to Mr. Rengoku's chest. The man was holding him gently, running his fingers through his hair as he spoke softly to the frightened boy.
Harry was so mortified that he didn't register what the man was saying to him. All he knew was that he was way too close. There's no way a freak like Harry should be embraced like Mr. Rengoku would his own children.

It didn't help that he likely woke the man up with his temper tantrum.

Harry didn't dare move as Mr. Rengoku gently pulled back, looking into his green eyes. However, instead of looking frustrated and annoyed, he looked concerned and a little relieved.
"Glad to see you back with us, young one. You haven't been responsive for some time," the man greeted him.
Harry fidgeted, not knowing what to say.
How was he supposed to apologize for this grievous error?
Thankfully, Mr. Rengoku didn't seem to mind his silence. Instead he asked, "Are you alright?"
Harry was struck speechless again. He had just woken the man up, taken up the man's time with his tantrum, and now he was asking if he was alright?

Harry was confused.

He somehow found the strength to nod his head.
Mr. Rengoku smiled at him.
"That's good! You had me worried there for a second. Now, let's get you dressed! Kyojuro has some old yukatas that he doesn't wear anymore, so you can borrow one until you get your own."
Harry could only nod as he was stunned into silence for the third time.
Get his own? His own clothes? They were going to spend money on him?
But no, of course not. They probably expected him to work and earn his keep before they even thought about spending their hard-earned money on him.
From what he knew of the Demon Slayer Corps, the lives they led were not forgiving. There's no way they would give up the money they literally paid for in blood for a freak like Harry.
The boy mentally chastised himself for thinking that they would do that for him, and put those thoughts out of his head in time for him to get dressed.
He didn't want Mr. Rengoku to see his scars, so he asked to change by himself. Thankfully, Mr. Rengoku didn't pry and let him be.
Once that was done, the pair met the rest of the family in the dining room. Again, no one ever said anything to Harry about cooking or cleaning beyond a small amount.

As they ate, Mr. Rengoku looked at Harry.

"Once we're done here, we're going to meet the Master. Given that the Corps is unrecognized by the government, the Master is our usual liaison for legal matters. This meeting is, for the most part, a formality. The Master will make sure that whatever family you end up will treat you well. Don't worry. This happens all the time. Us Hashira often find orphaned kids who's parents were killed by Demons. We've yet to have trouble finding them a good home."
His words were likely meant to be reassuring, but they twisted the boy's stomach.

"Does this mean that he's gonna just give me up..?"

Harry was taken out of my thoughts as the man continued speaking.
"It's also not uncommon for the kids to stay with the families of those who found them. Some become Slayers themselves, and others try to pick up the pieces of their old lives."

"So there is a chance I'll stay here? What is he saying?"

The rest of the meal was spent in chatter about various topics. Harry didn't contribute much, having little knowledge of the goings-on of the village, and also feeling nervous about meeting the Master.

After breakfast was eaten and cleaned up, Mr. Rengoku said goodbye to his family, and we left. After we left the village, we had to find the Kakushi who would take us to the Master's Mansion.
Before long, we were deposited on the steps of a beautiful house.
"Follow my lead, and be respectful," Mr. Rengoku whispered to Harry.
He nodded.
They entered a room lit by a single lantern. Mr. Rengoku knelt on his knees, sitting on his ankles. Harry followed suit.
When a young man with shoulder-length black hair and kind, purple eyes entered the room, Mr. Rengoku bowed his head and greeted him, with Harry copying his every move and word.
The man chuckled and began to speak.
"I am glad to see you, my child. I see you have a new ward?" he peered at Harry.
Harry was immediately calmed by the man's voice. It was like a warm blanket had been draped over him. He found himself relaxing.
"Yes, Master," Mr. Rengoku nodded. "This boy is Harry Potter. Tengen and I rescued him from his relatives, who appeared to be abusive towards him."
The Master raised an eyebrow.
"Harry Potter, you say...?" he mused.
He looked at Harry.
"Your parents wouldn't happen to be named James and Lily Potter?"
Harry was in shock. All he knew was that his parents were drunkards who died in a car crash. How did this complete stranger know who they were?
Harry hesitated, but answered.
"I... yes. But... may I ask how you knew?"
It was a risk, he knew, asking a question. But he couldn't help his curiosity.
The Master smiled grimly.
"Based on what I've just heard, I can guess that you don't know the truth. Harry, what do you know about your parents?"
Harry dutifully told him the truth- they were drunkards who died in a car crash.
The Master gave him a grave look.
"I'm sorry to say this, Harry, but everything you've been told about your parents is a lie."
Harry blinked in shock.
"A-a lie?! But how?!"
The Master gracefully gestured for him to calm down.
"If I may, I might tell you two a story..."
Mr. Rengoku, who had fallen silent, chose that moment to speak up.
"I am honestly quite curious as to this boy's history, Master."
The man shook his head sadly.
"It's not the happiest tale, I'm afraid. But you deserve to know... but before we begin, Harry, you've likely experienced strange occurrences, yes? Ones that you can't explain? Perhaps you summoned something from across the room?"
Harry blinked in shock.
"I-I've teleported to the roof of my school before... and I turned my teacher's hair blue once... but what does that have to do with anything?"
The Master smiled, while Mr. Rengoku turned to Harry in shock. He was starting to realize that there was more to this boy than meets the eye.

"There is a reason why you have those powers, Harry. It's because you are a wizard," the Master continued.
Green and gold-rimmed red eyed blinked at him.
"I'm a what?" Harry gasped.
Mr. Rengoku just stared.
The Master continued.
"For several millennia, even longer than Demons, wizards and witches have existed. They are more or less human, but possess special gifts. One theory of mine is that Muzan Kibutsuji himself was a wizard, which is how he is able to turn other humans and develop a Blood Demon Art.

"But that's another discussion for another time. As for you, Harry, you were born during a difficult time in the Wizarding World. A Dark Lord, Voldemort, was on the rise. Your own parents were vital in the fight against him. It is rumored that a prophecy appeared, however, that caused him to go after your family in particular. It was thought to be about how you, only an infant at the time, would destroy him.

"When he found and attacked your home, your parents were killed. You should have died that day, but you survived with only a scar to tell the tale. Voldemort himself vanished without a trace.

"You yourself vanished after that night. Many rumors floated around about your fate. Only Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the Wizarding School of Britain, knew the truth until now. Although, I'm wondering if he quite knew what he was doing, given the family you were placed with... I'm surprised he didn't have a wizard nearby keeping an eye on you. The fact that it seems as though he didn't speaks of a great negligence on his part..."

"The spell cast onto Harry to kill him was the Killing Curse. Harry is the first to have survived it. It's considered a remarkable miracle in the Wizarding World. Harry was made famous just for surviving it, leaving only that scar on his forehead. They call him the "Boy-Who-Lived.""
As if Harry's head wasn't buzzing already. Not only did he survive when his parents (who turned out to not be drunkards) didn't, but he was famous for it? Just for being alive? For having a stupid scar? That didn't make any sense to him. He said so.
The Master laughed.
"I've never known what to believe when it comes to these things. A more likely story than you having incredible powers as an infant is your mother sacrificing herself to save your life. I've heard rumors that she was found by your crib. If she sacrificed herself, it's possible that her own life could have acted as a shield for you.

"But enough of that now. You are here, instead of in Britain where Dumbledore has kept you stashed. You have a few options now. You can stay here, in Japan, and either find your own way or train to be a Demon Slayer. We can reach out to Dumbledore, notify him that you've accidentally been left behind here, and return you to whatever destiny he thinks your meant for. Or, you can return to Britain in secret and find your path on your own. The choice is up to you, just know that I will assist you however I can in whatever choice you make."

Silence reigned over the room as Harry considered these things.
"M-Master? May I ask who Dumbledore is to me? Why does he control where I am to live?"
The Master sighed heavily.
"Unfortunately, your godfather was sent to prison. It was said that he had betrayed your parents. I have my doubts about this being true, as there was no trial, but that's what the general public believes. Your godmother was tortured into insanity along with her husband. Your father's other friends either died or vanished. Conveniently for him, Dumbledore was the last option. Everyone knows him as your magical guardian, although, if I'm being honest, I'm not entirely sure how legal his status is in your life. The fact that he sealed your parents' will makes it even more suspicious to me."

Silence enveloped the room again as Harry processed what he had heard. He knew that any contact with Dumbledore was out of the question. This was the man who sent him to the Dursleys to the abused. Harry was sure he didn't want the man involved in his life anymore.
He also couldn't return to Britain in secret. He was only a child. There was nowhere for him to go.
So, should he stay here, in Japan? He thought about having a normal life, with a normal family. He thought about the Rengoku family. About Demons. Could he really be content with a normal life knowing that Demons were out there? Knowing that he could help people?
Harry looked at the Master.

"You said I have magic... is there a way for me to learn how to use it without returning to Britain?"

The Master nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Yes. There is a magic school in Japan. They also know about the Demon Slayers. They are usually good at covering their tracks so we don't mistake a wizard or witch for a Demon."

Harry nodded. That made sense.

"Have you made a decision then, young Harry?"

Harry nodded, and met the Master's eye firmly.

"I want to study magic and become a Demon Slayer..."

Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore had just arrived at a little neighborhood in Surrey, England. He had come a week earlier only to discover that the Dursley family was on vacation.
But that didn't explain his alarms going off.
He knocked firmly on the door of #4 Privet Dr.
A pleasantly-faced Petunia opened it, which quickly turned sour.
"You! What are you doing here?!" the woman demanded.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. She didn't seem to be a hostage or in pain. What happened to Potter?
"I've come to check on Harry Potter. Fetch him for me, if you please."
It took a sharp eye to see how her face paled ever so slightly.
"No one by that name lives here! We are a normal family with normal lives! Now get out!"
Dumbledore stretched to his full height to seem more intimidating. It worked as Petunia took a few steps back. She glared at him, before huffing and crossing her arms.
"Fine! Some freaks made off with him in Japan. Who knows where he's at now. I'm just glad that freak is gone for good!"
Dumbledore discreetly drew his wand once she told him all she knew.
"If that's the case, I guess you are of no use anymore. Obliviate..."
With that spell, Petunia's memories of the meeting were erased. Just in case. He also erased the knowledge of Harry's whereabouts from her mind.

Once Dumbledore had apparated back to his office, he rushed to find a pen and paper. He quickly penned a letter to the Magical Ministry in Japan, explaining a brief summary of the situation (not in a way that made him look bad, of course) and requested assistance in searching for the boy. He reminded the Minister of the many favors he was owed, just in case. He sent the letter off, chuckling to himself. It wouldn't be long, he thought, until Harry Potter was back in his grasp...

I don't know how I was able to spit this chapter out at 2 in the morning! but I hope y'all enjoy it! We're finally getting to the good parts of the plot!
I also know it seems like a seven (almost eight I think) year old would not be mature enough to make these types of decisions, but for the sake of the story, Harry was forced to be more mature because of the abuse, so he understands a little more than other kids his age would.
Oh! By the way, if you have ideas about a good love story plot for Harry, please let me know! I was thinking of pairing him with either an OC or a canon Demon Slayer character... let me know what y'all think!
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