Harry had a hero complex, and he knew it. He liked to help people, but this time he had dug himself in a hole too deep to dig out of. For he now residing in Japan, years before his rightful time. Tokyo is beautiful, but who is this persisting bloke named Sesshomaru and why does Harry feel this weird feeling in his stomach when he talks to him? This is an m/m slash Harry Potter/ Sesshomaru

While I was sitting on a plane on my way to Tokyo, Japan, I couldn't help but think about my life. I knew most people would be excited by this and I would be under any other circumstance, but not this one. See, I'm Harry Potter, boy-who-lived, wizard and the number one person on Voldemort and his little group of Death Eaters' most-wanted-die-in-a-very-painful-way list.

I just wanted to be with my friends, who were like my family than my blood relatives were, and not going to Japan on a mission for Dumbledore and that idiot Fudge for the Ministry of Magic. I knew this was probably just a plan to keep me safe and out of harms way, but that didn't make me feel any better about leaving everyone behind. How they had talked me into doing this, I would never know.

Flashback

I was sitting on my bed in the Gryffindor dorm room thinking about tomorrow, it would be the end of my 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the beginning of summer vacation. When I glanced up I noticed my best friend Ron Weasley came in as he sat on his bed looking at me.

"Hey Harry, Dumbledore told me that when I saw you to let you know that he needed to see you and to go up to his office. I hope he doesn't want to talk to you about You-Know-Who."

I smiled at Ron, he was still looking down about the fight he and Hermione had earlier that day.

"It's alright mate I'll bet the Headmaster just wanted to let me know when he was going to pick me up from the Dursley's this summer, and to stay out for trouble."

I left the common room thinking about the end of year talk that I always had with Dumbledore at the end of every year since I started Hogwarts. He always tells me to be good and stay out of trouble.

I don't go looking for trouble it always finds me.

I still don't know why I have to spend each summer with the Dursleys. There has to be some place better. I mean, this is the Wizarding World, I could be hidden anywhere. I bet there are places just as safe, but no, I have to go back year after year.

I just wanted to be a normal teenager, having fun and hanging out with my friends over the summer. It's just not fair; I've never gotten the chance to be normal, just because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived.

I had to quit thinking like that, or I would drive myself insane. One more crazy wizard is not what I need right now, even if it was myself.

Before I knew it, I found right outside the gargoyle that guards the door to the headmaster office. Now I just had to start calling out candy till I hit the right password.

This really can't be the safest way to protect an office. I mean, everyone knows he always picks a name of some candy, be it wizard or muggle.

'Oh well, I might as well just get it over with. The sooner I talked to Dumbledore the more time I can have with Ron and Hermione before we leave tomorrow and a summer of hell.'

"Lemon drops, Chocolate Frogs, Jelly Slugs, Blood Pops," and just as I was about to call out 'Cockroach Clusters' the gargoyle guarding the door moved, startling me.

"Hey! I was just getting into this game," I said glaring at the gargoyle.

'I may as well go up see what he has to say and get it over with.'

When I got to the door I was able to hear voices coming from inside and I couldn't help but wonder who could be in with Dumbledore. I knew that voice from somewhere, but I just couldn't place it.

As I stood there listening to what they were saying, I was finally able to remember who was in with the headmaster. It was the Minister of Magic, that idiot Cornelius Fudge.

'What the hell is he doing here?' I thought. 'I bet he's sucking up. He's probably trying to get Dumbledore to help him out of some problem. Now that he knows Voldemort is back, he's trying to save his ass and his job.'

If he would have just listened to me after the tournament when I said he was back. But no, I was an attention seeker trying to take his job. 'Oh he makes me so mad. Why did I have to come here now?'

Just as I was about to knock I heard yelling coming from the office.

"HE HAS TO GO!" yelled Fudge angrily. I could just see his face going an ugly shade of red.

'What the hell is going on in there?' I thought.

I could just make out what Dumbledore was saying. "Cornelius there is no need to get so upset, I'm sure it will all work out as it should. Oh and Mr. Potter is at the door don't you think we should invite him in so we can continue this with everyone involved."

The door jerked open and I saw not only Fudge and Dumbledore, but three other people in the room that I didn't recognize. I bet they were just his 'yes' men that were just here is agree with him. 'After all, he's never wrong.' I thought sarcastically.

I was starting to get a feeling this wasn't going to be our normal talk before going home. It really couldn't be good if they both looked like they were up to something. Which meant I'm was not going to like what they had to say.

Dumbledore looks at me with a smile on his face and that damn twinkle in his eye.

"Harry, my boy, it's good to see you. Right on time come, come in and take a seat. We were just talking about you. Would you like some tea? Lemon drop?"

"No thank you. Is this a bad time, Headmaster?" I asked as I spared a glance over at Fudge and his yes men.

Fudge stood up and moved around the room to position himself in front of the three others in the room like he needed some reassurance before he said what they needed to tell to me.

"Albus, stop beating around the bush lets just get on with this. Mr. Potter, we have something extremely important we need to talk to you about."

I knew I should have gone back to my room when I knew that he was in the office. I had a really bad feeling about this.

"Mr. Potter. What the Minster is trying to say is that Ministry needs to ask you a favor," Albus interjected.

"Albus there is no time for this. We need to get all the details set in motion as soon as possible. We don't have time for this, so just tell him what he has to do," demanded Fudge.

"Cornelius, I can't force him to do this. It's completely up to him," Dumbledore explained as if he were speaking to a child.

'I can't take much more of this,' I thought as I began getting frustrated. "Will somebody please just tell me what is going on?" I said aloud.

"Well my boy, what Cornelius is trying to say is that we need you to go on a diplomatic assignment," Dumbledore divulged.

"But I'm not a diplomat. With all due respect, sir, I don't even know half of the school rules, much less wizarding laws. Why would you ask a sixteen year old? Don't you have people to do this kind of thing?" I asked, directing the questions to the minister and his minions.

Fudge just stood there turning a dark maroon in the face and his hat in his fist as they began to clench.

"Mr. Potter! We normally do, but they wanted you and only you or it's a no go, for some reason they don't trust the British Ministry of Magic and for some other reason they do trust you, after all you're the Boy-Who-Lived."

I slumped down in my chair as I stared at him as if he were out of his mind. "What is it exactly that you need me to do?"

Fudge started smiling at this as if he just knew I was just going to do what ever they asked of me. 'Yeah right, like that will bloody happen. I'm not anyone's puppet.'

"Well you see Mr. Potter there is a group of elite group of warriors in Japan they called themselves the Hidden Fang. With them on our side it would go a long way in helping us with the war effort but only if you meet and negotiate the deal with them. You have already done a lot to help us win in the war against Voldemort but with this we will be able to save more people but only if you are willing to do this for us."

I sat there and stared at him like he was mad as a hatter.

"Minister, even if I wanted to, I don't really think I would be able to help with this kind of thing, no matter how much I, hypothetically, would want to. I don't even speak Japanese."

Until now Dumbledore just sat there letting us talk, with that twinkle in his eyes, going off like fireworks.

"My boy if your only problem is the language, that really is not a problem. Harry, surely you know that language barriers should pose no problem in the wizarding world. As a matter of fact, Minister Fudge was kind enough to bring with him today the charm that would allow you to understand and speak Japanese."

Before I knew it Dumbledore and Fudge had me agreeing to go. How that happened I will never know.

End flashback

Fudge could just go to hell for all I care, but with the Headmaster backing him up I just couldn't say no. Albus Dumbledore is hard person to say no to.

I should probably try to sleep while I can. I'll be in Japan before I know it if I'm not awake for most of the trip. At least they sent me here 1st class. It could have been worse there could be a screaming baby on board. So I got my pillow, reclined my seat back, and I was a sleep in no time.

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