Jarno




Dit is mijn tweede verhaal. Het is in het Engels omdat ik het later ook op fanfiction.net ga zetten. Maar die site doet weeral raar en aanvaard geen uploads.

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Disclaimer: I’m not British and I’m not a female so I’m pretty certain that I do not own Harry Potter. I don’t own Samurai X as well.

This is my new story called Harry Potter and the coming of hope. It’s a completely AU fic that is a small crossover with samurai x. Only a few names are used though so you do not need to know anything about it. I don’t think you could even call it a crossover. 

Small summary: In this fiction Harry didn’t grew up with the Dursleys. Instead he grew up in japan where he lived under the tutelage of an old samurai and was taught how to use magic in both western and Japanese ways. He will return to Hogwarts in his seventh year and that is also when this fiction is situated.
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Meetings of a different kind



Another battle, another mindless killing. Harry, the battousai, was turning sick of it. Sick of the killing, sick of the gore. 

The man run towards him with his sword held above his head. Yet the cramp in his mussles told Harry that his opponent was no master of the sword. His muscles were to tense to attack fluently and rapidly. He just had to wait for the right time. He did a step forwards with his left foot, his sword flashed and a splatter of blood coated his face and sword. All that was left now was to clean his sword and get his pay. Another battle, another mindless killing. 

“Have you done the job?” An old man with a scar that ran from his eye all over his cheek asked Harry. “Hai, now pay up.” Harry replied with a steely glint in his eyes. He did not like dealing with scum like him. The man was a crime boss, a member of the yakuza.  Harry was an assassin only because he had no other choice. He needed money to live and this was what he was best at. 

Harry was the only still living master of the Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu, he was the hitokiri battousai.  The greatest of all assasins. 

He had been trained by a man named Kenshin Himura who was the former master since the age of four. He was trained in both swordplay and magic. The Japanese wizards had a completely different system of using magic then the wizards. Instead of using wands, they used their swords. The legendary katanas.

 They say that a samurai’s soul was inside his sword, well in some cases that was true. Many wizards tied their soul to their swords because it improved the connection between the wizard and his swords yet some dark samurai went as far as to put part of their soul inside the katana.

The man Harry had just met with was one of those wizards. A crime boss of the yakuza. 

*INTERSECTION*

“Please keep quiet!” Dumbledore said rather softly yet his voice commanded such an abundance of respect that the mutterings stopped within seconds. Yesterday there had been another attack and while they had been able to push them back they had been able to do so just barely.

The public was loosing hope. Dumbledore was still able to fight Voldemort to a standstill yet they lost on every other front. The light side was fractured in two groups. And sadly instead of working together to beat Voldemort they would rather fight with themselves. 

“Has anyone had any leads on Harry Potter?” Dumbledore asked with a faint look of hope on his face.

“Always Potter! Maybe, instead of focusing on Potter we should focus on the war against Voldemort.” Snape spat.

“That will be enough Severus. We all know your feelings on this but you know as well as I do that it is imperative that we find Potterrrr” Dumbledore tried to say before his voice hitched at seeing a hand rise.

“Yes Mudungus.”

“I’ve seen the Potter boy.” He spoke with a ruff tone of voice.

“Are you certain of that?” Dumbledore asked with a soaring hart.

“Aye, I am.”

“Where? When? How?” Sirius cried out desperate to see his godson again.

“Ya know how I was in Jap’n for some dealing. Well there was this one guy, about 17 years old with black hair and green eyes. I wasn’t sure at first but when é took of is bandana I saw the scar. It was Potter, no doubt about it. 

“Then why didn’t you persuade him to come here?” Dumbledore asked.

“Fat chance I had. I spoke to some of his mates. Apparently é is some kind of battousai. An elite assassin. I ain’t bringing him back without you Dumbledore.”

“Do you have a way to contact him?”

“Aye”

“Could you set up a meeting between him and me?”

“That I can do, Dumbl’dore.”

*INTERSECTION*

“So this is the famous Dumbledore. I must say it is a pleasure to meet you.” Harry said with just the barest hint of a smile displaying on his lips.

“I believe I could say the same thing if not for the Dumbledore.” Dumbledore replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Why are you here?” Harry asked rather abruptly.

“I want you to come to my school, Hogwarts.”

“You want me to fight Voldemort.” Harry replied with a glint in his eyes.

“Indeed so, if you are willing that is.”

“I will come to your school and I will fight Voldemort. Not because you asked, not to help those supposed innocents but because he killed my parents. I will fight him but it will be on my terms. Not yours nor anyone else’s.”

“That is all I can ask. Here is your letter with information about the school and the items you need to buy. I suggest you buy them at Diagon Alley but you will be able to buy them here as well.”

A pop so quiet that you wouldn’t hear it unless you were expecting it filled the air and Dumbledore disappeared.

Interesting man, Harry thought. Dumbledore was by far the strongest wizard he had ever met. His raw power and control of it was simply put astounding. Perhaps going to Hogwarts would be interesting.

Unbeknownst to him Dumbledore was thinking the same. 

*INTERSECTION*

“Aegis” Harry called out and with a crack of thunder a Quetzalcoatl appeared. A Quetzalcoatl or a thunderbird was a feathered snake as powerful as a Phoenix yet more aggressive. Both however stood for the good in people. Both of them could carry immense loads, had their own means of teleportation and could heal people with their tears. Yet where part of the powers of the phoenix lied within its song, a thunderbird could attack with lightening. Only one of them lived at any given time and their lives were tied to their owners. They would not die until their owners did. 

“Diagon Alley” Harry said and with a bolt of lightening he disappeared to appear thousands of miles away in a cobblestone alley filled with wizards. 

Harry looked on in awe. Diagon Alley was, as corny as it sounds, simply put magical, in both meanings of the words. Magic simply filled the air. 

Harry might be one of the strongest wizards in the world, he still felt a bit intimidated. He looked around a bit before he saw the sine of Gringotts and made his was over to there. 

“Do you have your key?” A goblin asked looking rather mean. Then again, which goblin didn’t?

Harry took the key from the chain on his neck and gave it to the goblin.
Only the barest widening of the eyes displayed the Goblins surprise at Harry’s name.

“Everything seems to be in order. Griphook will take you to your vault.” The goblin said indicating to another, smaller goblin.

“Good day Griphook.” Harry said trying to be friendly. The goblin only replied with a small smile that looked more like a grimace. 

When Harry reached his vault, he nearly feinted. Here he was, playing assassin to get by when he had a vault filled with money.

“How…how much money do I have exactly, Griphook?” Harry asked baffled. 

“I do not have the exact numbers here yet judging from what I can see, the Potters name and the investments they made I expect this easily puts you in the top ten of our wealthiest clients. I’m guessing somewhere in the millions.”

“Oh” was the only thing that escaped Harry’s lips. 

Still baffled Harry scooped a generous amount of Galleons in his bag and made his way over to the cart. They spent the return back in silence. 

“Griphook, is there any way that I can pay greater amounts without having to carry a whole bag of galleons?” Harry asked when he had regained his wits.

“Of course. You only have to take out your key. The shop owner will cast a spell on it that will take the right amount out of your vault, after you have given your consensus that is.

Harry decided he would get his want first. He still had his wand made by Katsumoto and his katana but Ollivander was the best wand creator, far better than Katsumoto and he would rather not whip out his katana if he could avoid it. 

He walked towards the end of Diagon Alley and stopped before a dusty little shop. 
Ollivanders, creator of wands since 382 B.C. was all that the sign read. With his senses alert Harry entered the little, dingy shop.

“Ah, Mr Potter. You are late. I expected you much sooner than this.” A voice behind Harry spoke up.

Harry turned around so fast he believed he sprained some neck muscles.

“I believe you are here for a wand?” Ollivander asked peering creepily into Harry’s eyes after he had cast a quick glance on Harry’s scar. 

“Indeed.”

‘What is your wand arm, Mr Potter?”

“I’m ambidextrous.”

“Trained or Born?” Ollivander asked curiously.

“Trained.”

“Then what hand did you originally use the most?” Ollivander asked looking rather down after hearing Harry was a trained ambidextrous.

My right” Harry replied just noticing the string that was measuring every length, even the one between his nostrils. For the second time this day Harry was baffled. 

“Try this one. Willow, 14 inches with a unicorn hair as its core. Rather bendy.” 
Harry took he wand in his hand and waved it around. Nothing happened.

“You need to let your control over your magical power loose, Mr Potter”.

Harry waved the wand again and a vase nearby exploded.

“Definitely not. Try this. Yew, dragon heart string, 10 inches and good for charms.”

Harry again waved the wand only to let some boxes to the left fly of their shelves.
“Again not a match. Hmm, why not this one. Mahony, Griffin core and good for transfiguration.”

Harry took the want in his hand only for it to be snatched away again.

After going through piles of wands Harry was starting to think he should stick with his Katsumoto wand and his katana.

“I wonder, do try this one. Holy, 11 inches, supple with a single phoenix feather as it’s core.”

Harry waved the wand and a stream of red sparks filled the air.

“Close but yet not a complete match. I am however certain that this is the wand for you.”

An idea suddenly struck Harry. “Aegis” He yelled out. 

Aegis appeared with a crack of thunder above the wand and let a couple of tears slip. The tears fell down on the wand and crystallized around it giving it a glassy and shiny look. 

It was now Ollivanders turn to be baffled. 

“How much for the wand?” Harry asked wanting to get out of this shop. The lack of light and the atmosphere was getting to him.

“Seven galleons.”

Harry quickly took them out of his bag, grabbed his wand and left the dingy shop. He took a deep breath of fresh air before fastening the wand in his holster. 

The next shops he decided to visit were the cauldron shop and the apothecary. Harry didn’t like potions; in fact he hated it with a passion. It was just so boring, so slow. So he wanted to get them out of the way. Afterwards he could visit the book shop to look at some interesting defence books. Maybe some transfiguration books as well. The quidditch store was a given too as he was dying to get the new firebolt. He had already looked for it back in Japan but they were sold out. 

“Miss, do you know where I can find ‘Duelling for Dummies’ by A. Jackson? I would ask the clerk however he seems to be rather busy.” Harry asked a bushy brunette that seemed to be 
his age.

“It’s over there.” She said pointing on the shelf behind them. “Are you joining Hogwarts this year?” Hermione took a moment to look at the young man in front of her and liked what she saw. The young man was about 5 feet 11 with a lean and muscled physique. He had long black hair that was tied back with a green ribbon. His face was unblemished if not for a scar in the form of a lightening bolt on his forehead. What she noticed the most however were his striking green eyes. She didn’t think she had ever seen a shade like it. 

“I am. I’m Harry Potter by the way.”

“So you’re the guy I’m supposed to show around. I’m Hermione Granger.” She said without even casting a look at his scar. She seemed to be more interested in his eyes. 

“Hermione, would you tell me about your experiences about Hogwarts?” Harry asked starting to turn red.

“Sure but only if you buy me an ice-cream.” Hermione replied with a grin like a Cheshire cat. 

“Okay”

“Alright. If you want to know something about Hogwarts I suggest you buy Hogwarts a history.” Hermione said while scooping u her ice-cream.

“I’ve already bought that.” Harry said with a small smile.

“Finally someone who has sense.” Hermione said with exasperated sigh.  “About Hogwarts. Hogwarts is with one word magical. That’s the only explanation you could give it. You can feel the magic in the air. It’s just so beautiful, especially at night when you look at it from the lake. It’s a view you will never forget. Then there are the ghosts, enchanted suits of armour, moving stairs, the giant squid… Its chaos, but a lovable kind of chaos. Hogwarts will be your home away from home.” Hermione finished with a dreamy look in her eyes. 

Harry was about to reply when he was interrupted by a loud cry.

“Deatheaters!” 

In just a second Harry’s demeanour completely changed. His eyes took on a steely glint and went from an emerald green to a dark forest green. Magic was starting to fill the air and a shimmer of air could be seen around Harry. 

With a flick of his wrist his wand flew in his hand and a spell had already flown from his lips before the first deatheater was able to make a move. 

“So we have a hero in our midst.” a deatheater spoke up with a sharp tone of voice. “Avada Kedavra!” He yelled and a sickly green hex flew towards Harry.

Harry enchanted cobblestones to protect him from the unforgivables with just a small flick of his wand. Destructo, Harry thought and an angry red spell flew towards the deatheater. 

The deatheater that had spoken up earlier was fast enough to get a shield in place yet Harry’s spell just tore through it sending a couple of deatheaters through the air until they crashed against a wall with a sickly thud. 

“Crucio” A voice from behind Harry yelled up. Harry whipped around with a spell already forming on his lips. “ Stupefy” Hermione yelled out and gave Harry a small smile. She may not have Harry’s raw power but she wasn’t going to sit down. 

“Get those children into safety Hermione. I’ll handle the deatheaters.” Harry yelled with only the barest of tremor into his voice before he had to jump to the side to avoid a purple flame.

Ignis! Harry yelled and gave his wand a sweep upward. The air crackled and three balls of fire flew towards a couple of deatheaters that had cornered a child. 

From the corners of his eyes Harry saw five jets of lights fly towards him. He pivoted on his right food  and jabbed his wand towards the spells. “Protego Maximus” Harry yelled out and a gold shield with a griffin on the front of it appeared before him. The spells hit the shield with a loud gong yet didn’t do anything else. Another flick of his wand and the shield flew forwards and took down an unsuspecting deatheater.

A cry of retreat filled the air and the deatheaters that still stood apparated away. Harry was glad to see that of the 20 deatheaters that had arrived only four ran away. 

Another crack filled the air and Harry disappeared as well not wanting to get more fame for this. It would be hard enough being the boy who lived, he didn’t need anything added up to it.  

Authors note:
I tried to write Mudungus his accent however I’m not sure if I succeeded in it. Tell me what you think.


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