Inspired by : • " Our Pure Hearted Romance" by " The Eternal Scribe". • " Unlikely Friends" by " A chance to fly". • " Junjo Flame" by " Sun'sMoon". • " Cooking Lessons" by " Kurenohikari".

Author's Note : combined chapters and did a slight Revision to Harry's talk about college.

• 10 Years Ago :

"Are you REALLY my brother?" the little boy stared up at the taller man, in a near awe.

Takahiro forced a smile. Trying his best not to be sick. The English constables had called him, and asked him if he wanted custody of his little brother... their cousins... had not been kind to the boy.

"That's right," Takahiro assured, "The wizarding government decided to separate us, on account I'm a squib."

The little boy blinked. "Squib?"

"It means my magic is repressed," Takahiro informed.

Unlike some pureblood families, that would cast out any child, as soon as it was confirmed they didn't have magic... Takahiro's parents, or Jasper, if you go by his birth name. Anyway, they had loved their son, even set him up with a nice sized trust fund.

During the war, to keep him safe. They sent him to a boarding school, in Japan. But they still talked every night. And the boy maintained his duel citizenship.

One of Takahiro's deepest shames was how resentful he acted, about them calling him all the time... if he had known...

"Magics not real!" Harry insisted. Only now registering the man said "Wizard".

Takahiro gaped, "Of course magic is real."

Harry scrunched up his nose. Before snapping, "You're trying to trick me! Just like Uncle Vernon." Waiting til the boy said something about magic, then sock him one.

Takahiro grew quiet. "I'm not like our Uncle, Harry."

"Prove it!"

• 1 Year Ago :

"Misaki..." Takahiro found his little brother, once again, at the troll market. At one particular dive bar. That had no qualms selling Sake to underaged psychics. There were various magical beings, all around.

Harry looked up at him. Takahiro had the boy's name changed, in an attempt to hide him from the Wizards... as their parents had for himself, but that hardly made a difference. The wizards still found him, brought him to Hogwarts... and used him as a bloody child soldier.

Oh Harry had returned, every holiday and break... that is, until last year. When he had gone missing, for an entire year. Turns out he had been fighting their war for them... and had been drowning himself in Sake ever since returning home. All his friends had died, every magical he ever cared about. All the boy had left was Takahiro.

"Takahiro!" Harry grinned, before downing his glass. He always was a happy drunk. "I was just (HIC) talking about you!"

The Yokai, behind the Counter, gave Takahiro a nod. Which the squib returned. The being had contacted the human. As he usually did, whenever Harry stepped in here. He kept an eye on the boy. Making sure no one tried to eat him... which the boy might be hoping for, coming to a place like this.

Takahiro slipped the Yokai a few golden coins, in appreciation, before squaring the bill.

Turning to his little brother. "Come on, Misaki," Takahiro helped the boy stand. "Let's go home."

• Present Day:

"You want me to go to university?" Harry blinked.

Takahiro smiled, in his usual Takahiro way. "Well, since you never actually graduated, first you need to get your GED, then pass an entrance exam to university. But I think school would be good for you. Give you something to focus on. Besides, I had you studying all those muggle textbooks, while you were at Hogwarts. It be a shame to let that go to waste."

Harry sighed, "Yeah I get it." Knowing what this was really about.

Due to being Lord of both House Black, and House Potter, Harry had more money then he knew what to do with. A degree in economics, wouldn't hurt. Even if the Goblins were managing everything.

Well, maybe he should look into something else. Goblins weren't like human bankers. They might be more violent, but they were also more honorable. Embezzlement was unheard of, and giving anything less then a truly fair deal, was near sinful to them.

Harry would never need to work, a day in his life... school would purely be something to distract himself. However, a distraction might be just what he needed. Especially now that he was trying to stay sober.

Takahiro had never steered him wrong before... and in fact, the one time he disregarded his brother's advice... had been to keep out of the war. Harry might have led the wizards to victory... but not without scars.

Harry had always respected his brother, tried his best to be obedient and helpful. The man had saved him from their abusive relatives. It was the least the boy could do... then, he went a step further, and helped keep Harry sane, as he grieved. Harry owed him a lot.

"Alright."

"Excellent!" Takahiro grinned. "I already hired you a tutor."

Harry shook his head, a slight smile on his face. "Of Course you did."

• 1 Week Later:

Harry was Holding down the taller man, twisting his arm, the sound of bones cracking bringing him out of his haze.

He slowly remembered where he was. He wasn't in the field. Wasn't surrounded by Death Eaters... wasn't fighting for his life.

Beneath him WAS Akihiko Usami, famous novelist... and Takahiro's best friend.

Harry panicked, he released the man, and jumped out of the room.

Usami groaned, picking up something... and Harry realized it was a book... the Yaoi Manga, Harry found downstairs... the one that clearly showed Usami fantasized about his brother... but were fantasies justification for attacking him.

Harry was breathing hard, and the older man sat up, and-and just sat there looking at the book.

"I would never take advantage of Takahiro." said the man

Harry vaguely remembered screaming something about that... then Usami had made some quick movement... and the Child Soldier took over... Harry was angry, and lost control... he should know better... he was dangerous...

"These fantasies, are as close to tainting Takahiro as I will allow myself."

Harry looked at the man, at the way he nursed his shoulder... while caressing the book.

Harry just attacked a man... for having a crush... Harry ran.

• 5 Hours Later:

Usami found Harry in the troll market. Although it wasn't exactly a safe place for non-magicals.

The Magical Ministry of Japan, wasn't part of the ICW. So most non-magicals were aware of the supernatural. Such spiritual creatures were considered near holy... though acknowledged as dangerous.

Stepping into a dive bar, Takahiro told him about, Usami was relieved to find the boy... less relieved to see the boy had already down three bottles of magically enhanced Sake.

The boy was laughing, and flirting away with a succubus... whom looked strangely terrified.

Usami approached, before casually sitting next to Misaki. As the boy looked at him, the succubus took the opportunity to flee. The boy cheered, as Usami ordered another bottle of Sake.

"Ya know," Misaki smiled, slightly slurring his words. "Takahiro thinks Ah ca'me here, because Ah have a death wish." He laughed. "He really is far too naive... death is just the only thing I'm good at."

Suddenly, every monster in the bar, burst into flames, their screams echoing for miles. Misaki looked down at the burning monsters, wearing a strangely innocent, if not out right goofy, grin... a half mad look in his eyes.

The bartender sighed. "You know, business always slows to a trickle, for at least a few months, after you kill all my patrons."

Harry grinned, before upturning a coin purse. A few dozen platinum coins, poured onto the counter. With Harry catching one that was about to roll off.

Putting it back in the pile, Harry cheered, "That should hold you over until they respawn."

Usami was relieved to hear this bar had a respawn point. That resurrected anyone who died here... it would make sense why the more aggressive monsters favored this bar. This way, they could legally kill each other, without fear of facing murder charges.

"It only takes a few hours to respawn," The Bartender sighed. "They simply become too skittish, to come back here, anytime soon."

Misaki snickered, waving off the bartender's concern. "With the amount of money, I invest in this bar. You hardly need customers." Then took a drink, straight from the bottle, as the bodies vanished.

"Takahiro will be disappointed you fell off the wagon," Usami informed the most dangerous teenager he'd ever met.

Misaki froze, the effect that sheer phrase had, being almost as frightening as the boy's power.

Placing the bottle down, Misaki lost his goofy expression.

"He's all I have," Misaki whispered. Then looked at Usami. "What he tell you about me?"

"Everything," Usami confessed. Taking his first drink, from his own bottle. "I know about your hard childhood. Your years as a child soldier, when you should have been safe at school... your disappearance for a year, only for Takahiro learn you'd been fighting a wizarding civil war, back in Britain... how proud he was, when you finally decided to get sober."

Misaki sighed, then looked at the bar tender. "One sobering potion," he ordered.

"Those give a hell of a hang over," Warned the bartender, but reached for the vial.

"I need it," Misaki insisted.

Getting the potion, Misaki downed it. Then gave a shudder, as it took affect.

"Thanks Shippo," Harry told the fox demon, before squaring his tab, and leaving with Usagi.

• 3 Hours Later:

"You're an entitled brat," Usagi calmly informed. Then took a drag from his cigarette. They were now sitting in the Muggle's pent house, drinking tea.

"I beg your pardon," Harry glared.

"You'll find I'm unlikely to give you one," Usagi indifferently declared... and it took Harry a moment to connect the literal meaning of the saying... this guy must think himself witty.

"You never put any effort into your education, unless it was something that interested you. After a life of poverty, when you came into your trust fund, you decided to half ass your studies. You're only returning to school now, because you want something to distract you... you have no idea what you actually want to study, because you don't see yourself actually working in any field. You are a lazy, entitled, brat."

"What the hell do you call this nonsense!" Harry raged. Gesturing at the lush penthouse. "This might as well be a PALACE!"

Usagi took a calm puff. "I may have a trust fund, but I actually worked for everything I have. I studied literature, multiple languages, history, sociology, and psychology. I worked my ass off to become a great novelist. A dream I continued to follow even after my father cut me off to try to get me to follow his dreams for me.

"You... could never do that. Everything around you, I gained through my own blood, sweat, and tears."

"I was a bloody child soldier from age 11!" Harry snapped. "I never had a Choice of what to do with my life! My entire purpose was to die on command!"

"And yet you survived," Usagi calmly took another drag. "But you still let that time define you. You're not living, Misaki. You drowned yourself in a bottle, and still surround yourself by death in that bar. You want to die a soldier? Join the army. There is no point in you going back to school, if you're going to half ass it. If you don't want to do anything with your life but fight and kill, the military is an honorable way to do that."

"..." Misaki slouched. "Takahiro... would be disappointed."

"He'll get over it," Usagi took yet another puff. "But this isn't about Takahiro... what will make YOU happy, Misaki? I can tell you, it won't be this degree in economics. You haven't a head for numbers."

Holding up the practice sheet, "You don't even understand the equations... this won't make you happy."

"My happiness isn't particularly important," Harry muttered. "I... I just want Takahiro to be proud of me..."

Takahiro had a Masters in Economics. Thanks to his own Potter trust fund. He worked for a premiere bank, as an accountant for multiple billionaires, which he was one of... with Usagi's family as clients. He went to college, while Harry was at Hogwarts... thinking the boy safe.

Harry never told him half the shite that went on there... not until he got back from the War.

"Surely you realize," Usagi smiled. "You make Takahiro proud just by breathing... what about culinary school?"

Misaki blinked.

"You're brother tells me you're quite the chef. You could take some classes to perfect your trade, and teach you how to run your own business. Then open your own restaurant."

Misaki... felt something... he hadn't in a long time... he didn't recognize it, at first. The emotion puzzled him, until he realized... he was... excited? The idea of running his own restaurant thrilled him. Frankly he was in love with the idea. After all he could always get a Goblin to run the books.

Maybe he could experiment with enchanting foods... like the Weasleys taught him to do. The thought of them hurt, but it be kinda like honoring his second family.

Molly Weasley, the closest thing to a mother he could remember, taught him how to cook with magic. She said all the food at Hogwarts, was made this way. So the body would get all the nutrients it needed, no matter what sweets, the children decided to substitute, with their dinner.

Where the Weasley Twins, showed him how to get specific effects, through alchemical cooking. Which taste better then Potions.

Misaki believed Wonka had a magical cooking school, here in Japan... it was actually near This penthouse.

Maybe he could try out for their Quidditch team. Japan had a few screwy rules about Quidditch. Like the Snitch was a mere 30 points. Enough to pull a victory, but not if you're getting stomped.

Maybe he'd join the air show, instead. Do some tricks on his broom to impress the Muggles. Japan was a free state. Muggles saw magic everywhere here, outside the tourist areas. They might like to see some of his favorite tricks.

There were... so many things he could do... and he suddenly realized... he wanted to do them all.

Be the eccentric magical billionaire... and actually start living his life.

"You have an idea?"

"Yeah..." Misaki slowly smiled. "I... I think I'd like to... get into Wonka's Magical University."

Usagi smiled, "Now that's an ambition I can get behind. It will be hard work, just to get accepted. They are the leading University for magical crafts. That means they require you to have a firm understanding of magic and science, and where they intersect. But if you work hard, I'm sure you can qualify."

• The Next Day:

"Did you know there is a spell, that makes you feel such incredible, echoing, bliss, you're compelled to obey whatever the caster wants. I can fight it off with ease... because the feeling of happiness, is so foreign to me, my mind actually panics at feelings of bliss... joy... feels wrong to me, downright unnatural...

"How dare you compare your life to mine. From what I've seen, you are the entitled brat. So you're parents weren't around a lot, so your half brother has an inferiority complex. I was a legitimate slave for the first 8 years of my life. I have a pet tarantula because my only friends were the spiders under the stairs... where I lived with the rest of the cleaning supplies...

"I should have said that," Harry sighed, feeding his pet, inside his room at Takahiro's place. "What you think Merlin, too much?" the teen asked.

His spider friend seemed to give him a "Ya bloody Edge-Lord," look. Tarantulas were very expressive, for spiders, but Harry's more so. As this spider was magically bonded with his wizard.

If nothing bad happened, a magical's familiar, could live as long as their wizard. That's the full 257 life expectancy, of a magical human.

Even Takahiro would live that long. He might have limited magic, but he was still part of the Wizarding Subspecies. He could still see magic, even still make and use magical crafts.

Harry sighed, letting Merlin eat his frozen fruit flies, while he collapsed in bed.

The boy kept thinking about Usagi, re-playing their conversation in his mind... how could the man call him spoiled? Harry had never been spoiled a day in his life. He was "The Chosen One", "The Saviour of the Wizarding World"... he'd lost more then most people could comprehend having.

Harry was only rich, because all his dead loved ones, left him their own fortunes... he'd rather have the people.

Usagi was the one who was spoiled, Takahiro told him the man had a family that loved him, but felt neglected because the butler mostly raised him. WHILE AT LEAST HE HAD THEM! At least they loved him, even if his parents weren't around a lot. They were working their billion dollar empires, so the spoiled boy could continue playing the latest Nintendo.

"Talk about Spoiled," Harry huffed, rolling onto his side. "... I'm not like that. I'm not spoiled."

His Spider friend practically snorted, and Harry could sense he ment, "Takahiro spoils the hell out of you."

"Who asked you?"

The Spider twitched his mandibles. As if to say "You did! Ya brat!"

Harry sighed, sitting up. "You didn't see what my life was like, before Takahiro."

"No," the spider expressed. "But i was here to pick up the pieces." and he was. Soon after Takahiro learned 8 year old Harry loved spiders. The goof of a big brother, got the little boy a pet tarantula. Even paid for the familiar ritual... so Harry could communicate psychically with his pet, and be able to live with him... forever.

"I'm sorry," Harry sighed. "I don't get why, I let this stupid muggle, get under my skin."

"Because you're used to people worshipping you... and appreciate when they aren't cowed by your title. It's the reason you like Ron so much, cuz he was always mad at you, and you know how to handle that. Even why you had a crush on that poor Draco. You would have pulled his pigtails if he had any."

Harry blushed and fidgeted. He knew wizards were all bi, because the males could get pregnant... but that just made the idea even more embarrassing to him.

He'd never really had the opportunity to do more then hold a girl's hand... and never dared do something with a boy. Due to his muggle upbringing.

Some months passed, with Usagi continuing to tutor Harry... although it was clear, he just saw him as some snot nosed kid... which was... kinda nice.

Usagi knew about Harry's past, even about his years as a child soldier... but... he didn't treat the boy with pity, or contempt. Harry was... he got to be just Harry...

Usagi found the boy in the bar three more times, never telling Takahiro when he fell off the wagon... Shippo even started to call Usagi whenever the boy showed up... like tonight.

But Harry... wasn't drinking tonight. Just staring at the bottles behind the counter. wanting desperately to feel numb.

Usagi calmly took a seat beside him. But seemed to notice Harry wasn't drinking, as he didn't order anything.

Shippo had warned him it was bad tonight. Harry wasn't looking to get drunk, and blow off steam... he was looking to die...

"Do you know what day it is?" Harry spoke, in an empty voice.

"It's the day you lost everything," Acknowledged Usagi.

Harry gave a hollow chuckle. "Takahiro really did tell you everything..." he trailed off, and went completely silent for several moments.

When he finally spoke, he seemed to not even realize he was talking. "Today is the anniversary of the Battle for Hogwarts. The day the British Wizards declared a national holiday... they cheer and dance in the streets. To the point the muggle authorities, coordinate a football game that day. To explain away the merriment. They celebrate the day... All my friends died...

"Hermione, this know it all muggle born... that never hesitated to help me with my homework... she would even help me study the muggle text books, Takahiro would make me bring to school. Although I never took it as seriously as her... I actually miss her nagging me to study... just the two of us, reading over my text books... She actually learned Japanese, so we could gossip in our own secret language.

"Ron, the best mate a guy could ask for... he never hesitated to tell me exactly how stupid he thought I was being. Wearing his heart on his sleeve. Bloody hell, would he and Mione fight... Never thought I'd miss their constant bickering.

"The three of us... talked about getting married, after the war. Ron said it was normal, for a fine upstanding Wizarding family, to have a Husband, Wife, and Consort...

"Of course he wanted me to be the consort, and Hermione the head of the family... although he did backtrack when i told him 'no', said I could be the husband 'if it was that important to (my) fragile ego'.

"I got so flustered, said some hurtful things about not wanting to date them, much less marry them... despite wanting it more then anything. I should have done it... they died thinking I didn't want to marry them... I was just scared by the idea of things changing... and all that bloody muggle prudishness... I bet we would have been happy... never been happy before... i hear it's nice..."

"Hagrid is dead to... Neville... Luna... everyone, everyone I ever cared about... I was ready to die! Bloody walked to my death! WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE STILL HERE!?"

Harry looked at Usagi, and pleaded a single sincere word. "Why?"

"That's a dangerous question, Misaki. One you know has no answer. Don't let 'Why' destroy you."

Soon after, Usagi brought Harry home to Takahiro. Once the boy was in his room... Usagi glared at his best friend. "You need to get that boy a shrink."

Takahiro flinched. "I'm sure I'm enough to help Harry through this."

"You're not!" Usagi snapped. "Takahiro, I'm giving you my professional opinion. As a trained therapist. That boy has textbook PTSD, with a strong helping of survivors guilt, and don't get me started on his martyr complex. He needs HELP... and he'll only accept it if you order him to...

"Getting outside help doesn't make you any less of a Guardian. It doesn't mean you failed... it means you love him enough to set your damaged ego aside."

Takahiro sighed, letting the words sink in. "What would I do without you, Usagi-San."

The famous novelist almost melted at the declaration... then wanted to cry at, "You're a great friend." But decided to go for stern strength... as Takahiro needed him to be... and he was okay with being what Takahiro needed... and nothing more...