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Harry Potter

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Blind Fury

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Chapter One

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Note: If Zatoichi confuses you, it was the inspiration for Blind Fury. I have placed Zatoichi taking place in the 60s and 70s instead of the 1830s and 1840s while Blind Fury takes place after Vietnam and just before the movie came out. As for this story the movie has taken place and Nick has traveled to Japan to learn more martial arts and to get his magic under control since he hasn't been able to do any since his injury. I have Zatoichi as a blind samurai-mage who uses his swords as his wands and he's teaching Nick how to do the same. This is just an idea be free to use it if you wish. Pairing I can see would be Harry and Padma Patil or Luna as a claw in this. How does Dumbledore handle a blind Harry? Draco? Or even the git Ron? This is also my nanowrimo.

"Hello." = English

"Hello." = Parsal or other languages

"Hello." = Japanese .

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Seven year old Harry Potter lay on the ground crying in agony as his uncle finished beating him with a belt. He didn't know what he had done for his uncle to beat him like he was. It wasn't until later that he found out that his uncle had lost the account they had come to Japan to get for his company, and blamed Harry for it. How he wished he could have stayed with Mrs. Figg but she was away for the summer due to an illness in her family and Aunt Marge hated him. It all started when Uncle Vernon had come back from the meeting angry and partially drunk from the Saki he had consumed. He had thrown Harry in the rental car and drove out to the mountains after he stopped at a small store and went inside. He had come out with a bag with something in it and just glared at Harry daring the boy to move.

Wincing in pain, Harry could see the mountain called Mount Fuji rising up above him as he rolled to his knees and tried to get up. Hearing his uncle coming back towards him, he jerked his head around to see a foot coming at his face. Harry tried to dodge, but the foot came in too fast and he flew to the side from the hit and could see stars in his mind as he tried to get his eyes to focus. Shaking his head the dizziness got worse and as he rolled to his hands and knees, a second kick made him fly again and his back hit a small pine tree and pain shot through his whole body. Tears came to him as the pain shot through his battered body and he tried to roll over again but it hurt too much to move.

Harry felt a pressure on his chest and his dizzy mind tried to make sense of the words his uncle was saying.

"Bastard, should have drown you when we found you, but no that white haired old freak threatened us. Well no more, now you're gone from our lives and no one will know where you're at," Vernon said as he picked up the bottle he had set down, "and if you talk about us and they bring you back freak, you'll get worse than this."

Vernon tipped the bottle and the liquid splashed into the freaks eyes. The bleach went to work burning his eyes and Harry opened his mouth to scream and felt a cloth being stuffed inside. He tried to jerk his head to the side, but his Uncle quickly grabbed his hair and forced it still as more bleach was poured in.

The burning caused Harry to scream out in pain and he started thrashing to get free. Tears flowed from his burning eyes and he tried to fling the liquid away as they burned his irises. His last image he saw was the beautiful mountain before everything went dark and then he passed out from the pain.

Vernon stood up and looked down at the freak. Kicking him again in the side the boy's body hit the tree again and before he could land, he swept up the lid of the bleach and capped the bottle. Flipping the boy over, he yanked the passport out of the boys pocket and kicked him again. The boy flew through down the slope of the mountain and he heard a satisfying thud as the freaks head hit the side of a large rock. With a satisfied grunt, Vernon turned and walked back to the car and climbed in, he never saw the black smoke that came out of his scare from where his head hit the rock. With a final look at the boy he snarled out, "That's one freak down," as he put the car in gear and drove back to Tokyo whistling the whole way. Two hours later, they were on a plane back to England.

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Pain woke Harry up several hours later and he cried as he sat up. His ribs and back hurt, but not as much as his eyes or his head. Reaching up, he felt where his head hurt and it was right where his scar was. It was covered in something sticky and he assumed it was blood. Tears came to him as he stood up and he bent over and hurled up his meager breakfast from the pain in his head. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his face as he looked up and the way he was standing he knew he needed to turn to his right to get to the road his uncle had drove up on. With a shallow breath so he didn't cause his ribs to hurt as much, he started walking with his hands out in front of him. He landed on the bank of a small creek and he tried to flush his eyes out to stop the burning. As the chemicals from whatever his uncle had poured in his eyes was washed away the burning lessened, but his vision never came back. Sitting there on the bank of the small creek, he cried his heart out.

Wiping his nose, he climbed back to his feet and turned to follow the creek and with the sun on his left side he stumbled down the mountain side at an angle that took him away from the road where his uncle had driven. He didn't know it, but he was heading cross country on the mountain. It was several hours later and lots of stumbling and crashing that he came to a stop. He didn't feel the sun as much and knew it was getting close to dark. Sitting down on a boulder, he found he wanted to scream … but what if his Uncle was nearby to beat him again? It would be something he would do just so he could cause more pain. So Harry kept his mouth shut and just let the tears run out of his eyes. It was a few minutes later that a strange sounding noise came to his ears. It was faint but steady, and it sounded like two pieces of metal beating on each other. He cocked his head to the side to try and figure out where it was coming from. It seemed to be coming from his left so he started walking that way. He worked his way through the woods after he crossed the creek. He stumbled some more and realized he was climbing a small incline. Harry went down and his ribs hurt where he landed on a sharp rock. He climbed back to his feet and started walking again and fell several more times. He stepped through another small running strip of water about two feet across and then felt a tingling in his body as if someone had touched him with static electricity. The metal sound was getting louder and he hoped he was close and with a determined breath, he started walking again and a few minutes later he stumbled over a broken tree limb and his hands impacted on a stone wall followed by his head. He cried out and then landed on the ground where his head hit another rock and he knew no more.

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Zatoichi raised his sword and looked at his apprentice that he couldn't see, the young American named Nick Parker. Using his magic he could see the man raise his sword and he brought his around and they connected in a shower of sparks. Both men were blind, one from a mortar explosion, and the other blind since he was a child. They fought each other.

"Your skills have improved, Nick-san," Zatoichi said as they stepped back from each other.

"Thanks to you, master Zatoichi," Nick replied with his goofy grin on his face and then he attacked again by doing a flip up and over his master and swinging his sword.

The sword flew through the air, and it seemed it would take the man's head off but with a flick of his wrist, Zatoichi had his sword up and deflected the blade away. He was about to attack when the wards of his home warned him of a magical presence. Jumping back from his apprentice, he did a series of flips and landed with his head looking to where the wards had flared.

Nick was about to follow his master but sensed that something had his attention. Stepping back, he brought his sword up to his shoulder and asked, "What is it, master?"

"Someone has triggered the wards to the east. Small form, either a woman or child has stumbled through them and is not moving. Come, let's find out what it is," Zatoichi ordered and they rushed to the wall.

Reaching the top of the wall, Zatoichi sent a command to the wards to stretch out and search for enemies and the signal sent back several seconds later reported negative but did report that someone was lying at the foot of the wall near one of the Cherry Blossom trees that were allowed to grow there. Descending to the ground, Zatoichi followed the signal from the wards to the source, and they heard a small whimper of pain and crying and then nothing.

Zatoichi moved along the base of the wall and then turned when the wards told him he was near the form. Looking around, his mage sense saw the magical core of the child. He quickly approached the unmoving form. He knelt and his hands went to the still person and he felt that it was a young male child.

"Hello, little one. How are you hurt?" he asked as he checked the boy's arms and legs. The boy started to come around and cried out in pain and Zatoichi realized he needed more help for the boy so he picked him up and the boy cried out once more and went limp.

Zatoichi checked his pulse and saw it was strong and said, "Let's take him up to the house and call a medwitch to come check him over."

Harry groaned and started to come around as he felt his body being carried.

"Yes, Master,"Nick replied as he picked up his master's sword and they headed back to the temple grounds.

The two masters walked the length of the temple's wall and entered through a hidden passageway. They never noticed that the boy had passed out once again from the pain. Five minutes later, Zatoichi was laying the boy down on a spare shikibuton as Nick went to the fireplace and threw some floo powder in and called out for Zatoichi's medwitch Kiyomi.

Nick explained what they had found, and Kiyomi replied and stepped through the fireplace and into the temple's floo room.

"Where is the boy?" she asked.

"Your father took him to one of the spare bedrooms," Nick replied as he led the woman out of the room.

Kiyomi followed her father's apprentice and entered the room. She stopped and gasped out as she saw the burns around the boy's eyes and crossed the room to kneel beside the bed and started working on him.

"Who would do such a thing to a child," she said as she pulled her wand and started trying to treat the injuries.

He had several broken ribs, a concussion, a broken finger, broken nose, scraped knees and fingers, malnutrition, but the worse was the chemical burns to the retinas and as she worked she pulled vial after vial from her enchanted bag. She also noticed there were several blocks on his magic, limiting him to less than twenty percent of his power. Why it was there she did not know, but she did know how to remove the blocks, using a potion her great grandfather invented.

Zatoichi and Nick both wanted to ask what was done to the child, but knew not to interfere with the medwitch as she worked.

Kiyomi healed the scratches and poured Skel-Gro down the boy's throat after she used her magic to set the bones. Another potion for the concussion, and then she used some enchanted wipes to clean up around his eyes. She could tell they were once bright green but now due to the burns they were spotted with white specks. With a sigh, she knew he'd be blind for the rest of his life. Using another potion she flushed his eyes and then dribbled another into start the healing process. Sitting back she brushed his black hair to the side and froze as she saw the lightning bolt scar.

"It can't be!" she hissed out.

"What cannot be daughter?" Zatoichi asked from the other side of the bed.

"It's 'the boy who lived!'" Kiyomi stated as she pulled her wand again and checked the inflamed scare.

"The who that lived?" Zatoichi and Nick asked together.

"A few years ago, over in England, they were having problems with a Dark Lord. That lord attacked this boy's parents and murdered them. But, when he tried to kill the child, his spell backfired and he vanished. Some say he's dead some say he was badly wounded and will return to kill the boy. None have seen him since. Well, this boy was dubbed 'The Boy Who Lived' because he survived the killing curse, but the curse left a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Dumbledore reported that he had taken the boy to live with his muggle relatives, where he was in a loving family. Well, from my scans of the boy, he hasn't had a good family. He's had more broken bones then ten children, he's malnourished, and his scar still radiates dark magic… and now he's blind because some bastard poured bleach into his eyes…"

"I see… and he's magical," Zatoichi said as he stood up and rubbed his chin, "The boy will stay here, and learn from Nick and I. So when this Dark Lord does return, he'll be met with Japanese Samurai steel and magic. So I say, so shall it be done."

Kiyomi nodded and replied, "I'll be staying here, too. He'll need a constant nurse until he's healed. Father, I suggest you head to Gringotts Tokyo and talk to them about the boy's vaults. Also stop at the traveling store and get a package of language lozenges in Japanese, Mandarin, Greek and Latin for the boy, so he can learn other languages. He will need clothing, as well. I will brew up the potions he'll need for the malnutrition he's suffered. I think it will take about three months until he's where he is supposed to be on the weight scale… He'll need a cane, too. He also needs a bath when he wakes up. He stinks."

Zatoichi swept out of the room heading for the floo while Nick helped Kiyomi get the boy comfortable. He was angry that someone could injure a child by not feeding it or blinding it with chemicals. He thought he could smell bleach but assumed it was from the boy's clothes. His mind was already working on how to train and teach the boy what he needed to know as he reached the floo and threw some of the magical powder in the fire. As he stepped through, he wondered who he should kill for what had happened to the child.

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Three days after being abandoned by the Dursleys, around the world, Dumbledore was sitting in his golden chair watching as the new first years for nineteen eighty-seven were led into the room by Minerva. The class only had thirty-seven children in it and he sighed because it was the smallest class yet from the war years. It wouldn't be until the ninety-three class came that the numbers started jumping. That year alone the book had fifty-nine names and the following year had seventy. It would be good to see so many children in the old school that used to house a thousand children. The war had decimated the magical community, killing the families including the children or forcing the families to flee across the oceans to the colonies to raise their young and be lost to the magical world of Great Britain.

He watched as the children were sorted and wondered what time the Dursleys were due back with his weapon from Japan where Vernon had a business engagement and was forced to bring his entire family. He wasn't worried about the boy being out of the country as he knew that the tracking charms on the boy would lead him right to him so he could return him back to the Dursley residence and the blood draining wards that drained his magic and kept him safe until Tom came back to kill him. Little did he know that the Dursleys were already back and soon all the tracking charms and blood monitoring wards would collapse in less than an hour after the last box was removed from the house that was formerly owned by the Dursleys. With a smile, he stood up and said, "I would like to say, welcome back to the older students and welcome to the new ones. I have a few announcements for after we eat, so tuck in."

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Harry lay in the bed for three days. He was in and out of consciousness from the beatings and pain. On the third day he woke up to darkness. He lay there, crying, as he knew his eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything.

Kiyomi came into the room, her wards telling her that the boy had woken. Seeing him curled up in a ball crying, she walked over and knelt beside him and pulled him into her lap.

"Shh, Harry, it's ok."

Harry stiffened at the touch, but the soft feminine voice relaxed him and he started sobbing, "I can't see anything. Who are you?"

"We know. The chemical poured into your eyes has blinded you, yet you live. That's what is important. My name is Kiyomi," Kiyomi whispered in his ear.

"I'm a bigger freak now. Why did uncle do this to me?" Harry cried out.

Kiyomi's mind went to blood red in anger at the boy's words as to who did this to him, but she contained to comfort the child and her heart went out to him and she kissed his forehead.

"You're not a freak. You're a scared and hurt little boy who should have never been hurt the way you were. I'll tell you a secret if you want?" Kiyomi said as she rocked Harry in her arms.

"What secret?" Harry asked as he sniffled.

"My father is blind and is a teacher so if you want, he can teach you how to live again. He has an apprentice that is blind, too. His name is Nick, and he came from America to learn Ninjutsu from my father. Do you know what Ninjutsu is?"

Harry shook his head no and asked, "What is it?"

"Ninjitsu is the ancient art of the ninja shadow warriors of Japan. It is a unique method of moving and thinking which developed our system often referred to us the art of winning. It is a complete fighting system dealing with the physical, mental and spiritual aspects of student development. The techniques cover locks, throws, ground fighting, multiple attacks, and modern weaponry, including all types of traditional Ninjitsu weaponry."

"How can he use weapons if he's blind? Wouldn't he hurt himself?" Harry asked.

"No, because he uses his other senses to help him… Harry do you believe in magic?" Kiyomi asked.

"There is no such thing as magic," Harry stated.

"Oh, my child, there is. I have magic, and so does Nick and my father. Your parents were magical, too…"

"My dad was a drunk and my mother was a whore," Harry stated.

Kiyomi grabbed the boy's chin and yanked his face around so she could look into his eyes.

"Your father was a respected Auror and English Lord. Your mother was a healer and was The Lady of the Manor. They were murdered protecting you, so NEVER say those things again. Whoever told you that was lying. You are Lord Harry James Potter of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. A family that predates the Roman invasion of England! You come from a long line of warriors. Don't let anyone tell you differently…"

"My daughter speaks the truth, Lord Potter," Zatoichi stated as he came into the room.

Harry's head jerked around and he could see a glowing outline of a man standing at the door with another image behind him. Turning he looked back at Kiyomi and realized he could see a hazy outline of the woman as well in surprise he blurted out, "I can see a white blurry outline around your body, but I cannot make out any details."

"That is your magic helping you out. We can help you with special robes that will allow you to see, but you will not be able to read with them. Also, if you want, I'll train you to use it correctly and train you in the way of the sword to defend yourself. The man who attacked and killed your parents is still out there, and rumors say he'll come back one day to get revenge on you. But first we must heal you. We will heal you of the dark magic that's in your scar, heal your body, and then train you. That's if you wish it. Now this is Ragrock, a Gringotts goblin and he's here to give you an update on your family fortune," Zatoichi said as he sat down in one of the chairs.

"Hello, Lord Potter, I am disgusted at what has happened to you. What you have gone through has traveled all the way up the chain of command. Lord Ragnok, himself, has ordered your vaults transferred to Japan and sealed against your magical guardian. All moneys he has taken from your vault and supposedly used for your upkeep have been returned along with interest. All we wish is the name of the person responsible for your injuries?" Ragrock stated as he came to a stop near the bed.

Harry felt the comfort from the arms holding him and it encouraged him to seek justice for his injuries, "It was my uncle. His name is Vernon Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surry, England along with my Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley. Vernon works…"

"We don't need that. All we need was the address and name. Thank you, Lord Potter. I have left your account ledgers here on the table. One is in English and the other is in Magical Braille. Now Zatoichi will be teaching you several languages and the ability to read Magical Braille once you're healed. The process takes about a week per language so once you've learned them; you'll know them for life but the way it will be done, it can only be done four times a year. I'll see you once the audit is finished on your vaults and also here is a thousand galleons so you can get a new wardrobe. I will also notify the Tokyo Police to apprehend the Dursleys for child abuse and attempted murder," Ragrock stated as he set the large bag and books down on the table.

Harry was shocked but with the manners that had been drilled into him, he replied, "Thank you, Ragrock."

"You're welcome, Lord Potter. May your gold increase and your enemies tremble at your name," the old goblin replied before he left the room.

Harry saw the outline of the Goblin leave and then he turned back to Zatoichi with his decision made, "Will you teach me?" he asked.

"Yes, Harry-kun. I will teach you, and so will Nick. However, first we must heal you and that's where my daughter's profession comes in, along with a few monks I know. They will be removing the Dark Magic around your scar after you're fully healed," Zatoichi replied as he crossed the room and knelt beside the bed, "Now rest, my new apprentice," he said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Kiyomi opened a vial and ordered, "Drink, this is a healing potion. Next will be a nutrient potion and then a dreamless-sleep potion so you can sleep some more while the magic works on healing your body."

Harry followed Kiyomi's orders, and gagged down the disgusting potions. After the third potion, he soon knew nothing as he was fast asleep.

Japanese name meaning "pure beauty."
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First Edited By ChrisW, Futurist, Deenara

Final Edit By TeNdErLoin

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Harry Potter™ is a registered trademark and copyright (©) of J.K. Rollings and all that crap. The only thing mine is the idea and several characters. Everything else is hers including all the money... Blind Fury is owned by Interscope Communications and Zatoichi is owned by Chikashi Makiura… Damn wish they'd share.