AN: So! A new story! I just needed to get this out there, it's been in my laptop for like forever! It also helps that having a distraction from my other story helps with getting me motivated. I work best when I multitask, I have about a dozen or so stories just rotting in my laptop, I've started writing after the couple of months I've been hooked to ff, so that's like years ago.

Anyway hope you guys like it, It's actually inspired by Cardcaptor Harry from LunaStorm, go give her love!, and though I didn't exactly get any permission, my story is different from hers, for one, Harry is fourteen here and there's romance and he'll probably go to Hogwarts. Two, I'm not really stealing any ideas, I just got inspired to write a crossover of this two, I would never have thought of it if i didn't read her story.

Do review, yes? Give me some acknowledgement or reassurance that the story is not crap :D I like constructive criticism, mindless flaming will be fed to Watery and electrocuted by Thunder. On the other hand, compliments are always lovely and welcome it's a bonus to writing and a good motivator :)

Warnings: There might be cursing, so language warnings and I made it M just to be safe for later chapters. Harry will be a teenager and teenagers are horny most of the time, so expect some steamy scenes (not that I have any idea of how to write it but I'll try) and the cards will be used in any kind of situation even if to kill, so gore there and there will be war people. Oh and the most important one of all, if you haven't read my other stories yet, I'm a slash lover so this story will be SLASH, boy love, gay couples and maybe even a gay harem so be prepared. If you don't want to read it then don't no one is forcing you, I don't want to read about someone complaining on it, not when you have the option to just leave the story, MY story.

Disclaimer: None of the two works is mine, I just wish to play with the possible scenes and what ifs, so I'm not making any money out of this either.

Harry Potter was the smallest member of the Dursley household, seven years old and yet still manages to look like a four year old. He was thin, painfully so, and lightly tanned, he would've been pale if not for his chores outside the house. He had dark red hair, burgundy in shade that lightens to crimson when hit with the sun. It was messy and was the source of frustration for his Aunt that after a while just did not care anymore. His eyes were a clear, emerald green that shone brightly in his too thin face and was covered with cheep ugly glasses.

Clearly, he was quite the boy who stood out. Unfortunately, his relatives did not allow it and for the years he stayed with them, he learned to be looked over. Though he could never really just blend in to the background, he never understood why, he learned to just go with the flow and be less noticeable, be forgettable, direct the attention elsewhere and be mostly unassuming.

He had learned it the hard way when he was grudgingly entered in school and all anyone ever talked about was him. A favorite of others and popular, he received his first ever lashing right after. It did not help when he, in a bid to gain favor, learned hard and became top of the class. When the report card came and a meeting was held for the guardians, all anyone could talk about was him again.

He received his most painful punishment yet and the longest time he was ever held in his cupboard.

The next year, he was wiser and learned to lower his grades. He was surprised to learn that setting his grades to a specific limit was harder than getting as high as he could but he persevered and eventually was rewarded when he was lower than Dudley's, his cousin. It did not mean however, that he was any less smart. He just learned to hide it.

He set up his own pace and learned at his leisure, short as it was. There was nothing else he could do after all, specially when the 'friends' he made last year turned on him and became his tormentors. He learned their fickleness and sheep mentality, a label he learned from reading.

Fortunately, though he never thought he would say so, he was a reader way above his age group. His relatives had never found it prudent to teach him anything aside from what he needed to know with his chores, so he, again, in a bid to gain favor, had learned to read and write to be useful and please his guardians. Unfortunately, in a household that at best ignored him and at worst hurt him he received none but scorn and more difficult tasks, like being made to cook by a cookbook for example.

He thought it would be this way until he could move out but a blessing came in form he had not yet recognized and his life changed.

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"Pet! I have good news!" Vernon said his voice practically booming in pride as he kissed his wife and thought to twirl her around but stopped in the last second. Those were ever only done in television and his family was quite normal, thank you very much.

"Vernon? Something from work?" Petunia exclaimed, smartly guessing the probable reason. Though it probably had something to do with Vernon just coming home from work.

"Yes! I got offered a promotion! I'll be sent to France, Paris specifically, to work! All expenses paid; a place ready to move in to, a school already paid and an allowance given! I'm practically the envy at work!"

"Oh Vernon! Tell me you accepted it!" Petunia gushed.

Vernon however coughed, "You want me to accept?"

Petunia almost glared but refrained and almost but not quite snapped, "Of course dear! Imagine, my Dudleykins in a foreign school, Paris no less! And me! All the stores available for my perusal, why, I'll be the envy of our own neighborhood!"

Vernon nodded and beamed, "Yes, yes, you're quite right! I'll accept tomorrow and we'll be ready to move!"

So happy were they that they actually forgot about one detail.

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'France! I'll be going to France!' Harry thought in disbelief as he packed his meager belongings in the two boxes he was given.

Though the Dursley's had thought to just leave him here they did not count on the fact that Vernon's company knows about their nephew. He was included in the lodgings and expenses and they were left with no choice but to bring the boy.

Harry was ecstatic by the company's 'mistake' however, a new place to learn about and this time, maybe Dudley won't be able to find company to bully him with. Not to mention, with the looming medical setup and maybe annual inspections, he was fed better than ever, and bought actual clothes and proper glasses that were just for him.

He knew though, that the Dursley's would only probably find new ways to torment him with but for now he would milk it for all it was worth.

He just had to be ready with how he'll tackle life in France.

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Harry murmured slowly different words in French as he browsed the different items in the attic. He had been trying to learn all he could of the language and he was picking it up slowly but surely. Already, he knew basic questions to get by and simple greetings. He just had to work on getting real experience with it to truly be capable of speaking it.

He sighed as he wiped his face with his shirt and wiped down yet another box. He had been excited at first to exploring the space and items, never having been allowed in here. The Dursleys however had their hands full with packing and trying to convince Dudley of what he could and could not bring to pay attention to what they were ordering him to do.

He came across the first trunk within the clattered space and eyed it curiously. Wiping it down, his eyes widened at the name elaborately carved in it. Reading it, he mouthed the words.

Lily Anne Potter nee Evans

'It's from my Mom!' He thought, and almost hungrily, he memorized the features of the trunk and carefully and more thoroughly wiped it down till it was as clean as he could make it.

He had no memories of his parents and the only thing he knew about them were their names and nothing else. Not even their features he knew. So this trunk of his Mom's was worth more to him than he could ever imagine.

Opening it gently he was surprised to find a letter addressed to him. Reverently holding it, he practically devoured the words.

Dear Harry,

Son, I hope this letter would not be needed but I felt that it would not be so. I have always trusted my instincts and it screamed at me to prepare for the possibility that I might not reach your second birthday.

So first of all, I want to say, I love you so much and I always will even if I might not be by your side anymore. The times are not good. So many people are not safe, not from others and not even from themselves. I'm sure you'd understand when you're older, though I hope you won't, unfortunately that might not be so too.

Our family is in the midst of war, my son. And a bad man is after our family. I fear we might not come out okay, though somehow I'm always certain you would live.

I do not know what will happen to you, though it is my hope you'd be raised by your Godfathers Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. You have Godmothers too; they're Minerva McGonagall and Alice Longbottom. I hope you'd never know Petunia but my instincts are not very reassuring, but in case you do, she's my only sister and we have never gotten along after I discovered Magic. I think she was so jealous she had practically hated me and in turn Magic as well. You would not have been treated all that well by her.

I made this letter and urged your father to write his too in the effort that you'd have pieces of ourselves with you even if we're gone.

This will be in my trunk, which has three compartments. It has all my personal belongings and I enclosed another letter that has instructions and explanations in it. I want you to read my journals, and maybe you'd get to know me even in this way.

I want you to know too, that I'm proud of you whatever you do as long as it is what you really want to do. Just live your life to the fullest, baby. Do everything you enjoy and make the most of what you have. Never take anything for granted and most of all don't ever let anyone else dictate your life for you. I will always be beside you every step you take.

With utmost love,

Your Mom

Harry was crying by the time he finished reading it and clutched it close to him. He had never believed what the Dursley's said about his parents but there had always been some doubt. Now, however, with this evidence any shred of belief he had on the Dursley's shattered. He'd never believe them anymore and he'd do what his Mom advised him to do.

He'd live and enjoy it as much as he can.

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He found his father's trunk too and the subsequent letter in it, crying himself a river at the words. His father's letter had been far more lighthearted but just as sincere and he found out that his trunk had three compartments too.

He ended up spending his time perusing his parents' trunk and found to his disbelief that it did have three compartments and Magic really was real. Though he accepted their belief in it in their letters he was still a bit skeptical about it but the proof had certainly brought out his enthusiasm.

All this time, the unexplainable things he'd done were apparently accidental magic. Something completely normal with children of his kind and not at all freakish like the Dursley's said. Then again, he'd be discarding everything the Dursley's had ever made him believe anyway.

However, Harry was oblivious to the fact that though accidental magic was common with magical children none of them had ever made things disappear and appear at their will and none specially had ever Apparated as an accidental magic.

He just went on believing everything he did was normal and went to discover what the trunks contained.

His mom's three-compartment trunk was operated by touching the three logos on the lid and saying his mom's designated passwords. Though he could change it if he wished to.

The first logo was a picture of a robe and when he opened it, a closet shot up and it was full of his mother's clothing and shoes and some jewelry and accessories. The second compartment was opened by the logo of a lily and contained all his mom's personal belongings. The journals were all placed here and some odd stuff were here too, it was quite deep as when he entered his whole upper body he still hadn't reached the bottom. There were some vials and even some potted plants were in it too. The third was simply indicated by a door as its logo. He opened it to find a ladder leading to a very big room. It looked like a study as several bookshelves were in it and a desk was inside too, along with comfy looking settees. It was in fact, divided in half as the other side looked more like a lab of some sort. His hands itched to read and learn but he had to check his dad's too before Aunt Petunia came calling.

His Dad's three compartment trunk was mostly the same as his Mom's too, the first opened with a logo of a robe and was indeed a closet again. The second was curiously enough, opened with a logo of a stag's head. It contained all of his father's personal belongings and journals, though he found some curious supplies too, like gloves, a small ball like the ones used in basketball and a broom. It was full of interesting things that looked in no way connected to each other. The third compartment was again opened with a logo of a door and a stair that led to it. The room was smaller than his Mom's but far more open. It still had some bookshelves but most contained all manner of things, from pipes, gems, iron, rocks and wood and such. There was a desk in it too and he found that it had its own enchantments though he was drawn to several books laid on it.

To his delight and subsequent tears, they were photo albums and for the first time, he saw with his own eyes his parents' features, though he almost dropped the book when the images started to move. He had gotten most of his features from his Mom but his hair was clearly from his Dad. All he did was reverently browse the albums instead of reading any other books until his Aunt came calling.

For a moment he remembered that he wouldn't be able to bring the trunks and almost panicked when he remembered his Mom's instructions about the trunk. Thankfully it had shrinking features and he'd have no problem bringing either then.

He couldn't wait to learn more about Magic!

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The place they moved in to was a nice big apartment. In fact, they only had about four other neighbors in the floor. It had three bedrooms, a Master bedroom, and two regular bedrooms, two bathrooms one connected to the Master's and a connected Dining room and Kitchen. The living room had a nice balcony and all in the entire place was a pleasure to move in to, though the Dursley's were not happy about Harry having his own proper room they had to adjust. No matter how Dudley complained and whined there was nothing they could do.

Harry's first experience with the plane however had not been pleasant. Though he was in the better part of the plane with the Dursleys, the plane ticket was paid for four people; he did not really trust the plane.

He, unfortunately, had never had much luck with technology. For some reason, not much technology lasted long with him around, he'd research all about it and though it increased his technical knowledge and he'd probably be able to name all sorts of pieces and even fix any of it, he'd never be able to use it long. It was perplexing but he'd long accepted that fact, it's why he never really got jealous when Dudley gets to have the latest technology, he'd only waste it. He's more jealous of the fact that he never really got real presents. He learned that it was in fact, not normal to receive coins and old socks as presents.

The place they were going to live in though, he loved. Though his bedroom was the smallest, it was still fully furnished and much, much better than the cupboard he lived in.

Their first week was mostly full of trying to settle in and Harry had no time to read his parents' books. He was made to do all the chores, it seems, with the Dursley's unable to really physically hurt him, starving or beating, they decided to do so mentally and emotionally. He was always insulted and demeaned, they never called him by his real name unless in public and he was always exhausted with all the chores they made him do.

Unfortunately, he didn't know for whom, he learned the best way to get back at them. By smiling and generally being cheerful. The first time he did it was really just accidental, the whole week they did nothing but bark orders and snide comments at him. The fifth day after hearing more and more insults about his parents whose letters he just found a week or so ago really, he just thought of the Dursley's, Aunt Petunia specially, being petty and jealous so he smiled brightly and maybe just a little bit insanely. It had stunned them and the stupefied looks on their faces were enough to make him laugh but he received a slap that he just smiled off. Since then he never stopped.

It didn't help that when they went grocery shopping everyone liked him. His Aunt had known enough French to get by but he had apparently known more and he could read French too so he had been the one to mostly interact with other people. It was easy to manipulate them as they seem to easily like him and it annoyed the hell out of his relatives so he kept on doing it.

Not to mention, after seeing the faint discoloration on his face caused a lot of people to become concerned. He almost got sent to a doctor but he had been able to persuade them not to and now the Dursleys had been more wary of leaving any marks on him. Though it certainly didn't stop the increasingly worsening insults.

School was even better than his living situation as he and Dudley was made to have placements tests and he had been placed on a higher grade. Two years higher in fact, and well away from Dudley. The Dursleys were spitting mad but they had to maintain a good reputation so they looked proudly tolerant. It had made him smile all the brighter.

Now, instead of being in third grade, which Dudley barely passed, he was now in fifth and with the nine to ten year olds. Thankfully his cheery personality and generally amicable disposition led him to becoming quite the favorite of everyone. It also helped that he was getting the hang of French much sooner with the practice and effort he put in it. Though he never let them get too close to him, he always held everyone else at arm's length. Let it never be said he didn't learn from experiences. He never let anyone get too close to hurt him anymore.

He didn't know yet what kind of damage he's doing to himself, no matter how mature and smart he was, he's still a seven year old and an abused one at that, and the experiences he had left its mark.

It also helped his popularity that he wasn't just a nerd, he was athletic too. When he found out the clubs he joined decreased the time he spent with the Dursley's he didn't let the opportunity go and tried most of the clubs.

He discovered quite the talent with his hand-eye coordination and joined the tennis and football teams. Though one of the youngest, over the months he stayed, he quickly became a regular competitor and joined tournaments. He never thought he'd be thankful for the Dursleys' penchant of making him do all of the chores but he was now, as it helped strengthen his body and added to helping him become one of the best players and besides, he could use the prize money as his relatives would never willingly give him money for himself. He did feel vindictive though as it rankled the Dursleys' so when he was valued while their Dudley was mostly ignored. Unfortunately it caused them to spoil Dudley more often and insult him frequently. They, fortunately, could not withhold food from him or physically hurt him as his health was closely monitored for being a sportsman.

He was still constantly one of the top in class so he became even more favored, and he helped in other clubs too. The gardening club for one and the music club and art club at times. He wasn't the most artistic of people but he could paint well enough and he mostly helped in cleaning and modeling anyway. He also wasn't really musically inclined but as established, he had quite the hand-eye coordination so he was quite good with the piano. He memorized a lot but he couldn't compose or mimic music just by hearing for the life of him. And he already did gardening so he had no problem there.

It did its purpose anyway as he became well known and popular, forcing him to spend less and less time with the Dursley's and he was surprised to know he was building quite the network. He did not miss the fact that most of the people he knew were varied and had a lot of connections that would be useful in the future. Most of them already bends backwards just to please him.

Unfortunately, this left him little time to study his parents' books and journals. But he figured they did tell him to enjoy life and he was, besides, it didn't mean he was neglecting it. He just did not have as much time to peruse it to his leisure.

Mostly, he forced himself to read at night with the magical light he had always been able to do. He was ignorant to the fact that most magic users did not have such easy control of their magic to do it wandlessly. He just went on reading up on his parents' journals until his body got used to sleeping mostly three to five hours at night. Unfortunately it led to him being one of the shortest for his age but he knew with what he read, the malnourishment from the Dursley's already did damage so he'd be short anyway. Besides, he could use it to advantage too.

On the magical side of things, Harry's development was quite unusual. In his eagerness to know his parents, he read their journals first. And his parents' journals while informative were not quite specific, every time they wrote in it was just a generalization of their days and their feelings. Nothing like wand movements or the importance of a wand were written. So Harry in his ignorance and impatience thought that he'd get his wand later when he reached eleven years old. And since he had been doing 'simple' magic for a while now then he could do more.

So Harry learned to do magic. He levitated, summoned and vanished things. He was able to turn one thing to another, materialize some simple thing from thin air and thought to do potions for later. He was even able to do intent based magic when he didn't know specific spells. Like doing the dishes for example, he was able to simultaneously levitate the dishes, wash them, rinse them and dry them all at the same time. And the defensive magic, he did excellently. Breaking bones, paralyzing anything, shields and hexes. All these he did wandlessly and cluelessy for the next months.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you're asking, Dumbledore's protections and wards had varied in states. Other than the wards he placed on the house, which naturally were virtually useless, including the blood wards, the others varied in effect.

One ward Dumbledore had placed, a magic dampening and restricting one, the old man had not ignored the fact that Harry had been doing magic since he was a babe, had broken. When Harry moved away his magic had practically burst to high levels from being suppressed for so long. It's actually why he's been healthier and capable of sleeping for only three to five hours without any detrimental effects. It's also why he's been getting better at a lot of things, he subconsciously used the excess magic to use larger brain power and push his body to its limits. It even helped his eyesight until he only really needed it to read small texts.

Other wards he tied was to Harry himself that still worked. One prevented anyone from sending him mail other than Hogwarts and Dumbledore's own mail. Another was preventing any other magical governments from detecting magic from him until he received his wand. This all will come to play much later but for now, Harry was unaware of it.

And so, Harry's two years and so went in Paris.

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As Harry turned eight, he received quite a number of gifts that the Dursleys' couldn't even take. It after all was celebrated in school, prepared by various people as he told them he never had lavish parties.

It was his first birthday party and it did make him treasure the people he knew in Paris much more but none still ever got too close to him. He however had never felt more happier.

So he expected his ninth birthday to be the same and it was for the most part but when he was about to come home he was kidnapped. It happened the minute he touched a present in front of the Dursley's door addressed to him. He had perhaps naively dismissed it as harmful and was shocked and afraid to find it was a portkey. One of the magical methods of transportation he read.

He did find out eventually as he read the books his parents left behind, that he needed a wand to perform magic but as his mother said, 'Never let anyone else dictate your life for you'…and well taking it literally he never let what the books say stop him since he had been able to do the things he did without a wand. He just never thought how extraordinary it was his capabilities were as the most he read were the different magical fields and the etiquette and laws one, not really much of the History since he didn't really like it. And since his parents' books were mostly dated by their time then he did not know about his fame and the implications of it.

Harry had been transported to what looked like a dungeon. He had been held for a week and it had probably been the worst days of his life.

They had taunted him, insulted him, telling him about how proud their Master would be when he returned to find him in their clutches. Revenge, they said. He learned about his fame here and he was kept mostly starved but after a day or so it seemed his captors couldn't resist and maybe in his stupidity he had cast a shield as they sent minor hexes and curses at him.

They had been stunned at the wandless ability, specially as there were apparently magic dampening wards on the cell and he had planned to deceive them and escape after a few days, he did not want them to know what he was capable of. But because of his reflexive reaction it had seemed to make them snap and served to enrage them. Perhaps it was insanity on their part and his as he didn't retaliate. No matter what they did he did not resort to using violence, and in frustration they used a curse that sent him in agonizing pain that his shields could not stop. Not even his strongest ones.

He endured it for a couple of days as they spent minutes doing this and physically beating him up. Unfortunately, he knew that while people would search for him this was a magical kidnapping and he doubted they would be able to do anything and it seemed the French Ministry was clueless or just didn't care.

So, when it reached the seventh day he had eventually snapped and in a tremendous display of accidental or maybe not so accidental magic, he practically blew up the manor he had been in to ashes and transported himself to his school, the only safe place he could think of at that time. The explosion was not unlike a small nuclear bomb dropping on the land. And though Harry never knew, it became news in Magical France, of the Parkinson Manor's complete eradication and a couple of suspected death eaters.

He had been busy trying to stay conscious as his teachers clamored to get him to a hospital.

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Harry later learned after waking up after his three days stay at the hospital that he had been in the news. Apparently after twenty four hours his teacher and coach had in worry quickly and efficiently reported his missing state and as he was well known enough he was quickly searched. He was suspected of being kidnapped for ransom but no ransom was demanded.

They had been getting desperate and they were amazed and elated to find him in the school. He had been interviewed and he of course, couldn't say he was magically transported and kidnapped so he lied as convincingly as he could. He told them that he had been kidnapped by some sick people who had apparently been jealous of his talent and thought to benefit from it. He reported that some had been teenagers and they had in jealousy beat him up and actually electrocuted him, explaining the over sensitized nerves he had.

They had lauded him strong and a miracle as he tried to remain convincingly cheerful and told them of his escape using quick wit and some moves he learned in football. Unbelievably enough they had ate it up and he was half amazed and half angry that they set him as some invincible being that could actually come out of it unscathed. It was as if he wasn't a nine year old who just had a traumatic experience, granted he hadn't told them everything but he wasn't even given a psychiatrist to talk to! It was as if they thought he was perfectly fine so convinced were they of him.

The Dursleys of course, had been disappointed he just hadn't died and for the first time he felt genuine hate for his relatives. Sure, he occasionally hated them but he mostly thought of them as unruly children that had just yet to grow up but to really want him dead? To want him to suffer more in the hands of actual tormentors? It was too much and for the first time he broke his cheerful façade to glare at them so hatefully that they stuttered to a stop and actually backed off of him.

Now, he felt truly alone as he dealt with his kidnapping's aftermath without anyone to care for him. Not his so-called friends or the teachers who supposedly cared so much over him.

He regretted, just for a while, that he held people at arm's length. Then he thought, it would probably be worse if they had been closer and his actions were justified.

So went the rest of his stay in France.

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A few months after his kidnapping, February to be specific, the Dursley's took the offer to move to another location.

Harry had been grateful and he suspected the Dursley's were too as the past months had been hectic. Being in the news made him some sort of celebrity and a lot of people knew him. He rarely had time to himself and even the Dursleys were harassed just to get closer to the 'Miracle-Boy'. He had just learned he was apparently known as the 'Boy-who-lived' in the magical world and now he was known in the same concept in the Muggle world?

Though he was not nationally known, it had been annoying and he did not want any more of the Magicals knowing him. He had in fact, researched the curses used on him and found to his horror that one of the Unforgivables, the Cruciatus. It had snapped something in him and he had vowed no one could hurt him like that again and he justified that he'd defend himself this time, offensively if he had to.

It had come in handy as he became paranoid and learned to expand his magical senses too, managing to become sensitive to anything with magic that nothing could really surprise him anymore. It had come in handy when just a month before they left he was actually attacked by three magical people. He had been able to defend himself and as the three were shocked by his wandless magic he was able to Stupefy them and do one of the things he'd learned as precaution.

The only way he could keep himself safe without outright killing was erasing their memories. So he researched relentlessly from his parents' books and since he planned on erasing everything he didn't need to be precise. He just needed to be careful on who he'd do it to.

Luckily he did find a way to do so, he found to his surprise that his ability to sense magic had another capability. He could, in plain terms, now see through people, see who they really are. In a way he could compare it to putting a spotlight to a person and seeing all they are laid bare in light. It now helped him in gauging people's personality though he knew logically that it was not who all they were it was still who they are in basic terms.

He found, those people with 'tainted' souls, people who'd hurt others and enjoy it, felt oily and heavy with an erratic static electricity that randomly shocked him. They felt unstable, wild and dangerous. He erased all their memories and the three were such people.

So he was thankful for the move, specially since they were going to China.

A country far enough away from the reminder of France.

A country where he could learn Martial Arts.

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The month before the move was spent packing just some stuff, so it was not quite as hectic as their move from England. They said their goodbyes, though Harry was far busier in that department than the Dursleys. His school had been dismayed to see him go but Harry let it slip that he'd want to start a new where his kidnapping hadn't happened and they were all supportive.

They even helped him learn Chinese, specifically Cantonese in writing and speaking as it is the dominant language in Hong Kong. He had been learning French and Latin in classes after all. And as a special gift, other than the farewell gifts they gave him, the also gave him a phone. The simplest model, thankfully. They had found it hilarious that no technology could really last long around him and his general hopelessness with using one so they knew to give him not the latest models. Though of course, now he knew it was because of his magic and he planned on carving some runes in it to protect it from his magic. He could use the connection.

The Dursleys' had been jealous and ready to break it all since they'll be far away but he had quickly placed the things in his Mom's trunk which he now usually uses, having transferred most of her things in his Dad's.

As they left he felt a pang of sadness but he mostly felt elated, he had been having nightmares most nights because of the torture and his erasing memories of people that he had been having three hours of sleep at most.

On the upside he had been through the fourth year books of Hogwarts now and most of his personal studies are advancing too, like the healing and warding. He had even been able to carve some runes on the phone to keep it from giving up on him.

He was ready to move.

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Hong Kong was…amazing.

And chaotic.

Thankfully they were living in a spacious enough apartment, it was smaller than the one in France but the rooms' space were equal, with the Master's just slightly bigger. There were still two bathrooms and the living room, dining room and kitchen were all connected. It was a bit cramped but at least air-conditioned.

They were not used to the warmer climate but thankfully Harry adjusted well enough. They did not spend as much time unpacking in the smaller space but the Dursleys' tried harder to socialize. In a bid to turn people against him no doubt, specially since most people in the city were English speakers.

Unfortunately for them, Harry's charm did not diminish any and his effort to speak their native tongue won him appreciation and the Dursleys' consternation who could not understand a thing.

They had arrived on April and since they had been forced to finish their school year in Paris early they had a couple of months before they started school in September. They were sent to summer schools though, to catch up in what they needed to catch up in.

They were enrolled in private schools and Harry had been thankful for his intelligence that led him to needing fewer subjects to really catch up in, unlike Dudley. They had apparently gotten records from Paris and he was offered Martial Arts classes, having heard what happened to him.

He was annoyed at the kidnapping being known but he supposed it was inevitable, he was thankful for the opportunity to learn Martial Arts. He had been enrolled in a school and he had started right away, eager to learn to defend himself. Though dismayed that they were not getting into action immediately, he was nonetheless, obediently following the instructors in memorizing Kata.

He even had time to enter other clubs, like football and was recommended to enter some lessons in Gymnastics, though he was a bit older than recommended. Though painful, he persevered, having been hooked in watching some Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan movies. In the end he was still a nine-almost ten-year old boy and he wanted to learn those moves. Besides he was used to pain, why not use the experience? He thought, not really expecting his pain tolerance to be that useful.

The Dursleys' had of course, not been happy at all but Dudley at least just learned to ignore him and the boy had been focusing on his boxing classes. It had diverted the Dursley parents' attention and they had now only been occasionally insulting him. More out of habit really, but Harry ignored it focusing on what he was learning. Specially on his magical studies as he now had more time to learn it. He was quite interested in it but since he had never been in that world he was getting far more engrossed in his Muggle studies. He just expected to enter it by the time his Hogwarts letter comes, before then he just focused on learning what he can in the Muggle world, having read that Hogwarts didn't offer specific Muggle studies.

His tenth birthday was at least better than his previous one as he received tons of gifts from his friends and teachers. His favorite was his gifted Staff and Chakram. He had been advancing in his Martial Arts by leaps and bounds, his body easily remembered stances and he had tons of discipline and self-control, what he had been slow in was meditation. Which was odd as he had great potential at both internal and external styles, it had practically made a lot of teachers excited to teach him but he did notice the jealous students.

Amusingly enough they tried pretending to be his friends but he had always been holding people at arms' length and this behavior had only reinforced his belief that he really could trust no one.

Gymnastics had been quite the godsend. He had never felt more confident in his body. It took a lot of pain and grueling hours but it paid off the first time he did a complete but simple routine of cartwheels and flips. He had felt so light and he often did the more challenging stunts as he never seemed to get sick or dizzy as he did so. He loved the beams and bars. It also helped with his Martial Arts and even in football though its soccer now.

These continued on even when school came around where he was delighted to know, he more than qualified to get in the ninth grade, a junior middle schooler. He was again the youngest amongst thirteen year olds but he was more than welcome. He did notice that he had more pretenders here than in France though and he wondered if it was because he was not Asian.

He kept at the top five in the class even as he joined some tournaments for the school. Mostly in Martial Arts and Soccer, though occasionally in Tennis and Gymnastics.

He even won as champion or generally part of the winners most of the time, which he silently gloated to the Dursleys who were once again forced to look proud.

On his eleventh birthday, his awaited Hogwarts letter did not come. He had been disappointed but reasoned it was probably because he was too far away. He wanted to attend the school his parents studied in but he also couldn't say he was all that devastated when he also loved his Muggle schooling. He was in quite the conundrum but his parents' letters kept him believing that they'd be happy for him anyway and he strove to make them proud. Devouring knowledge left and right, he tried to compensate for not getting into Hogwarts. Though he noticed the Dursleys' somewhat lighter treatment of him and concluded it was probably because they thought he wasn't magical when no letter arrived.

Instead of making them see he was in no way a non-magical, he curbed it and just let them be. At least this way they were less of a nuisance.

And so went his next three years in Hong Kong.

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Unfortunately, the next three years, weren't quite as peaceful as he'd hoped. Even as he learned, he had at least five more attacks on his person. Three from local Magical Criminals and two from Death Eaters. He had again, erased their memories and permanently changed some of their features to leave them in homeless shelters, even paying for their initial stays.

He was getting restless, there were too many attacks in this place and he just knew it was not the end.

He was right.

Just as he turned thirteen, again it seemed, on his birthday he had been in one of his Master's place. It was quite peaceful and had been granted the right to becoming a Master Martial Artist. One of the youngest yet and he had been so overjoyed. His Master had been the only one he let so close to him and he treated the other much like a grandfather. He had been the one to help him in his meditation and had been there to listen to him. One of the only one he ever told about his one week capture.

He was killed.

Harry had to watch one of, if not the, closest person to him get killed by people who were sent to capture him. There had been five of them, Death Eaters, just insane followers who had chanced upon him when they fled here in Hong Kong.

For the first time he had consciously killed.

He had let none of the five live, killed them all with his bare hands not even using magic.

His Master had been felled by the Killing Curse that he survived, that his parents succumbed to, and he wished that he died too. How could this curse he had lived through instead kill those around him? He'd rather it take him.

There weren't even last words.

And as the five men burned, he memorized their de-masked face to never forget. Never forget, how much it hurt to let someone so close.

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It had been harder to pretend that his Master had died of old age.

No one knew it was because of him and the knowledge suffocated him even as he tried to smile at the people who attended the funeral.

It hurt more when he found out he was named the sole inheritor of his Master's will. Who though, even had some family, had abandoned him too. He had accepted their accusations, didn't fight back as he remained blank faced. He tried so hard not to cry.

Worse still, it was his Master's house left for him and everything in it.

He had only stayed one night in it and cried the whole time.

The rest he inherited, land and some business he made sure to make it flourish.

The whole of next year he spent becoming a legitimate Master of Martial Arts. The youngest yet.

He hoped his Master was proud even as he never asked for forgiveness.

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When the Dursley's announced they were moving again, he didn't know whether to sigh in relief or whine in anger with Dudley.

He felt so strangled in the city as people acted as if his Master was okay, must be proud of him when it was him that was the reason he died.

Again, he was placed in some invincible position where it's as if nothing can touch him. As if he was an otherworldly being.

He hated it.

He hated it so much.

And there was already too much hate for himself in him, he felt as if he was drowning even as he smiled as cheerfully as he could.

So he chose to sigh in relief.

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Japan.

They were moving to Japan, now.

He spent his remaining vacation trying to learn another language and found to his relief that it was even easier to learn than Cantonese and wondered if he should learn another language if it was getting easier.

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They moved to a nice enough location.

It was quieter at least and all major cities were still easy to reach with the bullet trains.

They were staying in an actual house this time. It was spacious, and two floors. It even had four bedrooms and of course the Dursley's stayed at the second floor and he stayed at the smallest room in the first floor though it was bigger than his room in France. It was even closer to the bathroom, so really, he had no complaints.

Fortunately, he had already finished a year in medicine and he had already been eligible to advance yet again. He was even recommended to University of Tokyo, the most prestigious school in the country too. He was able to pass and he'd be able to join the term as he's an irregular student. He thought the most useful he'd probably be able to use both in the Magical and Muggle world was being a doctor so he chose to learn medicine. However, since most of it is memorization and with his Occlumency he'd had already advanced to more practical applications.

He was actually taking specialization in General Surgery, which his hand-eye coordination helps with, and Internal Medicine, he plans on combining potions knowledge with it. It seemed a bit much, but really Occlumency is like having photographic memory and since he already had a good memory it really was not that much of a problem. Not to mention, he's capability with wandless magic. It's easy to diagnose. He was even able to join a dojo here and he already planned on joining some tournaments, he'd need the prize money.

Fascinatingly enough, the potions ingredients in his mother's lab keep on replenishing, though he had already started growing his own stocks, it must be taking money from somewhere and he really didn't want to spend it all. So all he'd really need to experiment would be the Muggle elements to it.

He would also be taking some jobs, and since he was already qualified for some assistive medical help he decided to join Dudley in school, mainly as the assistant nurse, an intern. The school had heard of him too however and had enlisted his help as hired tutor or even substitute teacher when needed. He was qualified but at least it was paid, even if he had to teach people around the same age as him.

He had some duties to the hospital too, on the clinic to be specific so he'd be quite busy.

So, Tomoeda, what tragedy would you bring me?

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There's the first chapter! Expect the next ones soon, I'm already a couple of chapters ahead of this and I'm just checking them over and making changes like every time so excuse the delay :D

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