The Only Thing I've Ever Wanted….

Disclaimer:

I in no way, shape or form, own Harry Potter or anything from the Sekirei series. If I did, I would be rich beyond the dreams of avarice, and wouldn't be in the Army….The rating for this story is M, as there will be lemony goodness. Maybe not now, at this moment, but eventually...

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Chapter 1: Memories and New Horizons

March 21, 2020

Waking from an uneventful flight, the young man stretched as he blinked, and then looked around. The stewardess who had just woken him smiled down at him, and spoke to him apologetically. "Sorry sir, but we are getting ready to touch down in Shinto Teito, and you'll need to return your seat to its upright position…"

Sitting up, the raven-haired man simply nodded to her in thanks, before going about his business. Complying with her instructions, he then closed his eyes and centered himself, utilizing his Occlumency skills. What had been a horribly taught ability back in Hogwarts had been correctly taught and well-refined skill once he had been taught properly and had the illegal blocks removed and discovered the depths of his betrayal.

***Flashback Begins***

It had been barely a month since the end of Voldemort and Harry knew that some things just weren't quite on the up and up. Ever since he had taken Dobby, Kreacher and Winky on as his House Elves, he had had them prepare his meals and serve them, and he had pinpointed that as the beginning of changes in his point of view. His thoughts were clearer, and he no longer had the same point of view about his relationship with Ginny, Ron, or even Hermione.

Once he could get away, he went alone to Gringott's and it was there that everything came to light, and everything fell apart:

The thefts from his trust vault, since no one could access his Family vault…

The illegal Marriage Contract to Ginerva Molly Weasley…

The sealed Will of his parents…

All the potions, blocks, and spells that he was illegally subjected to…

The worst by far was the broken Pact between his family and the Longbottom's and Bones'…

By the time it was said and done, Harry held off on making any decisions until after he'd had his system purged of potions and spells, and all the blocks removed. The next week, since that was how long it had taken him to recover from everything, he'd had a really odd dream in which the Deathly Hallows had returned to their master, and his mother had been the one chosen to come and explain a few things to him.

The first thing that she had told him, which was the thing that had hit him the hardest, was that he would live a lot longer than any other human. He would still die, and could be killed, but it would take a whole hell of a lot more to kill him, and he would have a lifespan of at least a couple of centuries, if not longer.

She then explained to him that if he were to find a woman, or women, that he was interested in that there was a way for him to bind them to him so that he wouldn't be forced to watch them grow old and die before he did. Snorting at that, Harry just shook his head and told her that that wasn't going to happen and that he would be the last of his lines. As her smile slowly faded, she asked him why, and his response made her break down in tears at the tale of his life and how ill-equipped he was for any sort of relationship. Still she told him to never lose hope, and then went on about the abilities of the Hallows and how they were magnified due to him being their master.

When he finally awoke, Harry showered and dressed in the clothes that had been provided and waited for someone to come and get him. Once he had been seated in Ragnok's office, he asked him for a master list of all his holdings, titles, and another list that had the thefts, potions, and spells that were used against him and who had committed which crime against him.

After he had provided the blood needed for the ritual to determine what families he was the heir to, he sat down with a quill and parchment and noted who had acted against him. The list was shorter than he'd thought, but still had a few people that he'd never thought would act against him…

The Weasley family minus Fred, George, Charlie and William…

Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, and Albus Dumbledore…

Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, and Susan Bones…

There was no one that he could turn to at this point in time, and he rubbed his temples as he thought of an appropriate plan of action to take at this point. While he was deep in thought and annotating his tentative plans, he heard Ragnok clear his throat, and so he sat down his quill and looked to the Goblin leader.

The Chief Goblin smirked as he snapped his fingers, summoning another goblin to the room while he set a lengthy parchment in front of Harry for him to pick up and look over. What he learned floored him, as far as his Family Lineage, abilities, and finances were concerned. First off, he learned that he had residences all over the world, and most of them were held under Familial Fidelius wards. On top of that, with the families he was Heir to, either by Blood or Conquest, he had over 100 million Galleons, making him rich enough to never have to work ever again.

The lines that he was the Heir to were the Potter, Black, Lestrange (Conquest), Gryffindor, Slytherin (Conquest), and the Gaunt (Conquest) families, and he knew right away what he wanted done with two of the lines. He had turned over all the money and artifacts in the Gaunt and Lestrange vaults over to the goblins, to serve as recompense for the damages that had occurred, and had them declare the lines extinct, while keeping any tomes, scrolls, or other such sources of knowledge.

The next order of business, after assuming the role of Head of Family for the other four lines, was to order the immediate seizure of any and all assets and money in the possession of the thieves, and turn over the evidence of said thievery and other such illegal actions over to the DMLE, with him maintaining a copy for his own records.

Then was the drafting of letters to Dame Longbottom and Madam Bones, outlining the breach of the Family Pact, along with another to the Daily Prophet outlining the reasons behind the dissolving of the Pact. Turning to Ragnok, he then outlined his plan to study and gain not just his NEWT's but also Masteries in a couple of subjects as well. Hadrian James Potter then leased his Wizengamot seats, and all their collective votes, for one hundred years to the goblins in exchange for providing him with tutors in weapon fighting, languages, Animagus training, and several other areas.

The smirk he got in answer sent a thrill through his body as he knew that he had just struck gold, and with goblins he knew that he would always get his money's worth…

***Flashback Ends***

Opening his eyes as he finished re-centering his mind, he found that everyone on the flight was grabbing their bags and disembarking from the plane. Standing and grabbing his bag from the overhead, Hadrian calmly waited for his turn to exit the plane, and headed for the streets. When he was almost there, he saw the high tech security checkpoint up ahead in the distance and grimaced. Knowing that this would be an issue, since he had more than a few enchanted items, he found a bathroom and ducked inside. Casting a few security charms that would disable any electronic surveillance, he shifted into one of his Animagus forms, a Snowy Phoenix, and flashed outside.

Once outside, he flew to the northern part of the city, where he'd found that he had a small manor that was located near an inn. Taking his time, he observed the city from above, locating the nearest grocery stores and parks', ensuring that he was as well informed of the area as was humanly possible. As soon as he'd located the place, he flew around it, examining it, and only when he'd found an acceptable location to change back did he land. When he'd shifted back, the young man swiftly looked for and located the runes to allow him entrance, and once he'd found them he nicked his finger and ran it over the runes which opened the gate.

Walking up to the house, Hadrian took his time, enjoying the view of the traditionally designed and built house, which felt like it was straight out of Feudal Era Japan. After walking inside and admiring the décor, he grabbed the chest off of his necklace and enlarged it, setting it down and then opening it. "Dobby, Winky, and Kreacher we're here…"

Three elves popped into being right in front of him, and the elves bowed slightly. Nodding in turn at them, the young man quickly assigned the three their own tasks, Dobby was sent to begin cleaning and prepping the house for residence, Winky was sent to check the kitchen for stasis charms and cleanliness, while Kreacher was sent to ensure that the library, potions lab, and dueling room were cleaned and ready for use. Then he opened another section of the multi-compartment chest, and called for his familiars, a mated pair of King Cobras. "We're at our new home, Shūrei, Kōtei. Come on out…"

Grumbling and spitting, the two eight foot long serpents gracefully made their way up his extended arms, and eventually made their way to their self-claimed spots: Rei was curled around his upper chest with her head resting on his left shoulder, while Kō was wrapped just a little lower with his head on Hadrian's right shoulder.

Closing the lid on his chest, and snapping his fingers, Winky popped in and smiled up at her master. "Yes Master Harry?"

Grinning down at her, he recalled just how difficult it had been for him to teach them proper English before shaking his head and focusing on the here and now. "Winky I need you to take the chest to the master bedroom, and setup part of the room for Kō and Rei here."

Nodding, she snapped her fingers and popped away with the chest, while Harry made his way around the first floor of his new home. Leaving his shoes there by the entryway, he explored the house, and found much that he liked about it. The first floor was open and spacious, with the front half of the floor taken up by a family lounge complete with a television, and a good sized dining room. The rest of the main floor was taken up by the kitchen, an impressive library, and a bathroom.

As he walked upstairs, he conversed with his familiars, discussing their needs and wants, while at the same time focusing on the home around him. The second floor appeared to be mostly bedrooms, with their being six of them including the master bedroom. At the far end of the hallway from the stairs was a potions lab, which was very well appointed, and across the hall from it was the dueling room. He took his time in examining those two rooms, as well as the master bedroom, and it was while he was in the bedroom that he made the discovery that just made his day complete.

Hustling down the stairs, he walked out the back door and looked around at the garden that had been created here. There were plenty of trees, both Japanese maple and Sakura, as well as a small fish pond, but it was the final sight that proved to him that he'd made the right decision. In front of him was a rather large covered, open-air onsen, complete with control runes that determined the temperature of the water and many other things.

Smiling at the peaceful serenity he had found here, Harry absent-mindedly rubbed the heads of his familiars as he thought about the life he could build here…

Two weeks later, April 4

Coming around a corner after leaving the grocer's, Harry was humming as he headed back home when he almost ran over someone. Having had his eyes closed, he had been thinking about some things that he could improve around the house, when he shook his head and frowned at himself while opening his eyes. Said frown quickly gave way to a look of self-reproach as he bowed from the waist. "I'm so sorry; I didn't see you there miss."

The day had started out so well for her, she had had everything planned out, but it seems that nothing had gone as planned today. First was the fact that she'd woken up with a feeling that something was missing, and that was something that she hadn't felt since Takehito had passed away. That had set her on a hair trigger for the rest of the morning, and then there had been the surprise visit by Seo, that worthless bum, who had cleaned her out of food yet again. Now this man had almost run her over on her way back home from the grocery store…wait, he was apologizing?

Stopping to help her out, Harry picked up her bags and, holding them in one hand, turned to offer her his help. "Might I assist you to make up for my incredible rudeness?" Emerald eyes met hazel, as he gazed at her. Shaking himself mentally, he smiled softly as he asked her, inwardly observing the oddity of her lavender colored hair.

"I couldn't possibly impose on you to walk so far out of your way…" She calmed herself as she realized that he hadn't been nearly as rude as she had originally thought. Closing her eyes and smiling gently, she giggled once and opened her eyes, gazing into his once more.

After a minute or so, where he'd asked her which direction she lived and finding that she lived the same direction, he had insisted on aiding her. The first couple of minutes were spent in silent contemplation by him, and intent observation on her part. She immediately sensed that he was different than many others, but couldn't immediately put her finger on why. It was obvious that he wasn't native, even though he spoke Japanese quite fluently.

The next few minutes passed in comfortable peace and silence, while they were both lost in their own thoughts and observations. Harry was trying to figure out what the tug on his very heart and soul was, as well as trying to figure out why he felt so comfortable with someone whom he had just met. At the same time Miya was trying to work out just who this person was and why he was helpful, the whole while though, she was unaware of the same tugging sensation in her own heart.

"My name is Hadrian Potter; might I get your name?" Startled for a moment, due to the fact that she had been so deep in thought, she smiled as she responded. "Miya Asama, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Returning her smile with one of his own, he shook his head. "No, indeed the pleasure is mine, and it would appear that we are nearly neighbors if you live this way."

Cocking her head to one side, she peeked around and saw that they were only a few blocks away from Maison Izumo. Turning back to him, she smiled and nodded. "Yes, I run a small inn that's not very far from here at all."

Nodding in turn, Harry looked down the road as he pictured where the inn was. "I live in a home that is just two blocks away from there; it's nice to see that I have some decent neighbors…" They petered off into the same still silence once more, both drifting into memories and observations of the other, and before they knew it they were in front of Maison Izumo.

Handing her the bags, Harry just gave her a crooked grin as he bowed ever so slightly. "It was my pleasure meeting you; if you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask." With that said he straightened and left, whistling a tune as he went along his merry way.

With a small smile, she turned only to see Uzume standing there with a hand over her heart. Smirking mentally, she looked at her and cocked her head to the side. "Uzume, is everything alright?"

Shaking her head to clear it, she took her time in answering the landlady. "I think that he might be the one…might be my Ashikabi, Miya…do you know who he is?"

Holding a hand up to her mouth, she nodded as she giggled slightly. "Hai, I do indeed know his name, but that is about all I know aside from the fact that he is not from Japan originally."

Sighing, Uzume hung her head, "If only I didn't have patrol with Homura tonight I would totally follow him to at least see where he lives…"

Shaking her head at Uzume's brash attitude, she snickered ever so slightly. "Well if what he told me is true he only lives a couple blocks away from here, so you might run into him sooner than you think. Besides," she said in a teasing manner. "What makes you think that he's the one for you, my little bird?"

Staring off into the distance in the direction that he had left, Uzume's lips twitched upwards slightly as she whispered her response. "My heart says so…"

***LINE BREAK***

Once he had made sure that he was unseen, Hadrian shifted into his Animagus form, and launched into the air, enjoying the wondrous feeling of flying. As he was soaring through the air, he couldn't help but think about the woman he had run into, quite literally, and how she had affected him. Having been under the influence of certain types of inhibition potions had left him emotionally stunted in just about every department but those related to anger, hurt, and grief.

Never having any good relations with anyone that had not been forged or falsified had left him with a large amount of cynicism, much more so than was normal for someone his age. He had not lost his kind nature or the selfless way that he had acted before the cleansing of his system, but he was hesitant to accept anyone's kindness or caring simply because his faith in humanity was almost completely obliterated.

The one thing that disturbed him was the pull that he had felt towards the woman. It bothered him even more that the pull had increased when he had seen the brunette woman come out of the house. It didn't feel even remotely sexual in nature, unlike Veela, plus they weren't blonde either, so that was one possibility that was ruled out.

Sighing mentally, he shelved any more thought on the subject for now, for once forgoing any thought whatsoever, choosing to focus on the feeling of freedom that he was able to enjoy completely for the first time in his life.

Sated for now, after being on the wing for several hours, he decided that it was time to go home. The fact that he had an onsen at home didn't hurt either…

Four Months Later, July 25

Several times in the last few weeks he'd had run-ins with women who'd had the same effect on him as Miya and the brunette, who he learned was named Uzume, had had on him. Two of them he'd managed to have confrontations with people who'd wanted to try and assault them, and after taking care of the idiots, Harry had put them to sleep with his magic and flashed them to Maison Izumo. After assuring Miya that he would take care of the rent for them, he had returned home, and gone back to his rather lonely life.

Tonight he had wanted to go out for sushi and sake, and had found a quaint little place run by an elderly couple who had made him feel right at home. Sitting on the balcony after finishing his meal, Harry sat there lost in thought as he sipped at his sake. Due to the massive amount of magic he had at his disposal, it was nigh on impossible for him to get drunk, although he had been known to at least attempt to from time to time in the last twenty years. Snorting as he thought about his age, he realized that he looked no older than his mid-twenties, had looked that way since he actually was that age, and probably would look that way for many decades to come. Gazing around as he looked inside at the few people who were eating and drinking, he noticed a rather scantily clad woman with long black hair, and deep purple eyes staring off into the distance. Feeling the pull once more, Harry narrowed his eyes and used his mental abilities to pull off a surface scan of her thoughts. Skimming the surface of her mind was relatively easy for him, and what glimpses he found there were disturbing.

Something about Sekirei, MBI, someone named Minaka, and the signs of a Sekirei reacting to her Ashikabi, their other half or soul mate… That particular thought slapped him upside the head, mentally speaking, and he swiftly pulled out of her surface thoughts and walked downstairs to settle up. As he did so, he felt her gaze sit on him, ignoring it the best he could before going outside and into a nearby alley. Once there he quickly looked around before shifting and then flashing away, up into the air.

The feeling of the cool night air brought peace to Hadrian's heart and mind. As he finally became calm once more, he started going through everything that he had just learned and went over every little detail that even seemed to be relevant. It rapidly became apparent that he had had reactions from six or seven of these women, four of whom he knew resided at Maison Izumo, and the others he had not a clue as to where they were located. About an hour later, as he began to head for home, he had a thought and decided that this might be a good way to attempt to at least see what he could find out.

Landing and shifting back, Hadrian pulled out his cell and placed a call. One way or another he was going to get some answers…

***LINE BREAK***

Having just gotten in a total of six new tenants a few months before had been incredibly stressful for Miya. Then you add in the fact that of those six, one was an Ashikabi with a single Sekirei, while the other four were all unattached Sekirei. There had been the two of them, Yashima – Number 84, and Namiji – Number 73, who had been saved from being forcibly winged by Harry, and they had both told her that they had had similar feelings for him just as Uzume – Number 10, had told her. Then there were the other two, who had made eye contact with the young man, the same as Uzume did, and were similarly sucked in and they were Kazehana – Number 3, and Kochou – Number 22.

Then there were the ones she was already hosting, Homura, Uzume, and Matsu, even though none of the newer tenants knew about her. Homura had an Ashikabi, a young girl named Chiyo, but she was unable to live with them as she has a serious illness. Of course the mega pervert that was Matsu would react to the Ashikabi that had just moved in, which complicated things for Miya, seeing as how she had certain rules that were mandatory to follow if you resided under her roof.

The last two that were also the most recent arrivals, were Minato Sahashi, and his Sekirei, Musubi – Number 88. He wasn't too bad as far as Ashikabi went, fairly intelligent, kind and caring, with ironclad morals, but he lacked confidence and backbone. Musubi was much the same as far as the kindness, caring and moral compass went, but she was seriously lacking in common sense and smarts, not to mention she was incredibly naïve and childlike.

Resting outside on the balcony, Miya was taking in an evening cup of tea, trying to unwind after getting everyone situated and supervising as they all took part in the chores. Feeling a light breeze pick up from out of nowhere, she simply continued sipping her tea, before acknowledging her guest. "Evening Kazehana, I thought you wouldn't be back until much later…what came up?"

Smiling gently at her older sister, the wind mistress sat down next to her and leaned forward with her arms folded on the railing and rested her chin on her arms. "I wouldn't have come home so early, but I ran into him again…such deep emerald green eyes…" Sighing, she turned to look at her sister. "I can't help but feel that he will be shaking things up and improving our lives for the better, I just don't see how he will…"

Nodding, Miya smiled as she had felt the same way. Taking the last few weeks to contemplate things, she had noticed a similar feeling inside that shouldn't have been possible. Self-introspection had given her time to come to terms with it, and she would accept whatever fate had in store for her. As long as her little ones were taken care of she would be happy either way. "I feel the same way, and can't help but feel some anticipation for when things start to happen. No offense to you, but I can't help but hope that he will be the one to tear down Minaka."

Shaking her head sadly, her younger sister sighed. "None taken Miya; I gave up on him when I discovered that he isn't capable of love, and that is essential to our being. I can't help but shiver in anticipation with the amount of love that I have felt from within him; it's enough to know that he has such a capacity for it, even if it is locked away somehow…"

The phone rang at that moment, and answering it, Miya almost dropped it in shock after a minute or so. "Yes, may I put you on speaker as there is one other that I would trust to hear this conversation present at the moment…"

Nodding, she immediately set it on speaker. "Ok, Hadrian, it's on speaker, and the other person here is Kazehana."

A pause, then what sounded like the hissing of static came across the connection. "A pleasure, Kazehana, my name is Hadrian Potter, and I would greatly appreciate it if you would both call me Harry."

Smiling, the two women spoke in unison. "Hai Harry-kun!"

Grunting, then rueful chuckling was heard on his end of the line. "Should have seen that coming…anyway, this conversation needs to be had in a completely secure environment, so what can I do to persuade two little wagtails to come to my home?"

Stunned silence was the ruler of the moment. "What do you know?"

A heavy sigh was heard from his end. "What little I do know is riddled with holes and gaps large enough to fit the entire fleet of Japan through. While I am aware that there are many things that you may not be able to or want to talk about, I will respect that as long as I can get some answers. I give you my word that nothing will happen to you while you are in my home this evening, that you can leave whenever you wish, and that I will respect your wishes as long as you respect mine. I, Hadrian James Potter do swear to this on my life."

The two women locked gazes for a moment, slipping back into their days when they were in the Discipline Squad. Each facial movement was a question, statement, answer or order. After a minute, they both nodded. Miya cleared her throat daintily, before taking a drink. "We accept your offer, I am certain that you were referring to tonight, yes?"

"Hai…"

Five minutes later, after receiving directions, they had ensured that everyone was sleeping, and headed out. Fifteen minutes after they had left they met up with Harry outside his home, and he bowed in greeting. "Thank you for coming tonight, as I am certain that this meeting will reveal many secrets on both sides of our conversation. If you would follow me, we can get started."

Touching the gate and mentally authorizing the two of them to be temporarily added to the wards, he ushered them in and closed the gate, before heading for the front door. As the three of them walked along in silence, Miya noted the crest that were present on either side of the main entrance, and mentioned it to their host. "That would be my family crest, and the motto - Audaces Fortuna Iuvat – translates to Fortune Favors the Bold. My family has had this home since the early 1300s if I recall correctly, and sadly, I am the last of my line."

The two women shared a look, and then resumed their gazing around at both the house and grounds. Kazehana was stunned beyond belief, especially since the home was easily the size of the inn, and more than likely bigger. Miya wasn't as surprised, but was greatly impressed by the layout of the landscaping and the house itself.

Once they were inside, they both followed him, setting their sandals by the door, and heading to the family lounge, where Harry took a seat and motioned for them to sit across from him. After they were seated, he took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "What I am about to tell you could be considered breaking a couple of my people's laws, but I have an inkling that this will be more of an equivalent exchange than any of us could possibly dream of. There are many people, around the world, who have the capacity to use magic…"

Having continued on for a good ten to fifteen minutes about the generalities of magic, as well as wizards and witches, Harry stopped and took a moment to assess their state of mind. The both of them were in awe of the possibilities, but still appeared very skeptical. Taking this as a challenge, the British male snapped his fingers once and let the ball roll from there. Winky was the one who answered his call, and bowed to him. "What can I do for you Master Harry?"

Smiling at her, Harry nodded to her in acknowledgement. "Winky, please bring the white peony and three cups."

Bowing once more, she popped out once more. Turning to look at the two ladies who were sitting across from him, he smiled while laughing mentally. "She is but an example of the magic that is generally under one's very nose but is unseen. Winky is a House Elf, a member of a race that love work, and has a need to be bound to a person or family that are magical or they will eventually wither away, go insane and then die. The relationship is very much symbiotic as they are provided a source of magic and a home, while providing the family with a cook, butler, and nanny, pretty much whatever is needed."

Pausing there for a moment, he smiled and nodded. "Here is another thing that I believe will help show you that I am what I say that I am." That was when he shifted into his phoenix form and started singing for them, as flew over and set down on the back of the couch in between them. The song was calming, with sad undertones, and Harry continued to sing until Winky showed back up. Once she had popped back in, he flew back over to his seat and shifted back, landing in his chair with a soft plop.

Smiling gently at the two women, Harry thanked Winky before she disappeared, and then picked up a cup and took a sip, while inhaling the fragrant aroma and leaning back in his chair. Both of the women shook their heads and looked at him, before picking up their cups and focusing on going over everything that they had heard so far tonight. Things continued on in this vein for a short time and while the two ladies were going over everything, Harry was calmly sitting there, quietly enjoying his tea.

As Miya and Kazehana enjoyed the refreshing brew, they finally finished their silent conversation and turned simultaneously toward Hadrian. Miya tilted her head for a moment before asking one of her last questions for now. "So you really are human, just with additional abilities that set you apart from other humans?" Getting a nod as a response, she sighed and nodded her head. "I suppose that this is where the two of us explain about whom and what we are; all that I ask is that you wait to ask any questions until the end."

Nodding his head, Hadrian was expecting something out of the ordinary, but aliens from another planet? Not so much. Then there was the fact that Hiroto Minaka was an insane genius who needed to be eliminated, but there were far too many questions that needed answering before that could happen. The adjustments to their sisters were a big question mark as well, but it wasn't until they described what they were looking for in an Ashikabi and how they were bonded to them that Hadrian understood what his mother had been hinting at. Standing up and beginning to pace, he waved their worries off as he continued to listen.

He learned further that there were 108 of them on this particular ship, and that there were more than a few of their sisters who were forcibly winged, which was what he had saved the two ladies from. They eventually exhausted what information in general that they could think of, and were quietly waiting for his questions.

Utilizing his Occlumency, Hadrian rapidly drew some conclusions that were disturbing, others that were worrying, and one or two others that were frightening. Taking a seat again, pouring himself another cup of tea and picking it up, he took a drink before looking to the ladies that were seated across from him. "So to sum up, you are two of 108 aliens who have come to earth as the last survivors of your race, and had the misfortune of being found by Hiroto Minaka. Who has turned your purpose into a game of sorts, pitting you against your family against your will, and in order to beat him you need all eight of these Jinki, which will allow you to control your own fate once more."

Getting nods from the both of them, he took another drink before continuing. "The description of how your people bond with their 'Destined One', or Ashikabi, is similar to how my people describe what we call Soul Bonds that are created between married couples. As for the way you tell me that you react to your Ashikabi, could it be described as a pull, or something similar, towards them?"

Taking a moment to look at each other, both the women closed their eyes for a moment to examine their own thoughts and feelings. Their eyes snapped open a moment later, while they both looked to Harry and nodded. "That is a most accurate description of the feeling that occurs between the Sekirei and his/her Ashikabi."

Shoulders drooping, Harry fell back into his chair. His hands rose up to massage his temples as he did his best to recall the number of times that feeling had happened in the past few weeks, and sighed as he realized that he knew at least four of the women who could possibly be reacting to him. Grimly he looked up at Miya and Kazehana. "I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this point in time. Laugh because of the simple insanity of having multiple women who could possibly care for the wreck of a man that I am, or cry because every time I come to terms with my life, somehow I end up getting thrown into yet another life-changing experience."

Leaning forward and scrubbing at his face with his hands, he looked up into their eyes, allowing the full depth of his pain and emptiness to fill them. "I'm not turning you away, any of you, but there are things that you need to be aware of before jumping into my life. Scars that are not all of the body, but of the mind and heart, plus the fact that I am thirty nine years old, and will live far beyond the normal range for a human; give me a moment and I will share some of these things with you." Standing up, he crossed the room and looked out the window at the stars as he considered the ramifications for a minute, before grunting aloud and turning back to the center of the room.

"Kreacher, Dobby, Winky! I have a task for you!" Three pops announced their arrival and they looked up at their master. "Kreacher, please bring me the pensieve; Dobby, I need you to bring the presorted memory strands from Pre-Hogwarts, the Hogwarts years, and the betrayal; and Winky, I need for you to grab two of the Calming Restorative Draughts, because these two ladies will need them." Snapping his fingers twice to insure that they understood that he was serious, they left and reappeared within seconds.

Thanking them, Harry then turned back to the two Sekirei as the elves disappeared. "This is what we mages use for reviewing past events, simply by pulling copies of our memories and looking at them from a different point of view. To enter, all you must do is touch your finger to the surface of the memories, and once you are done viewing them you will automatically be ejected. You cannot interact with the individuals you see within, just simply listen and observe. I will warn you that there isn't much that is pleasant or happy about my early years, but in order to understand where I am coming from and what I'm trying to tell you, you'll need to see these things."

Tracing his fingers in a way that would divide the bowl of the pensieve into three distinct portions, he willed a barrier into place that would keep the sections separate. Pouring one vial into a section and repeating the process twice, he then motioned towards the other two vials. "Each of those contains a dose of a calming potion that you will most certainly need after viewing my life. Please wait until you are completely done before taking them, as they will only last long enough to center yourselves emotionally, restoring your emotions and minds as if having had a full night's rest."

Turning to walk out of the room, Harry paused before leaving and turned so that they could at least see his face in profile. "It will take you about an hour to get through all of the memories, keeping in mind that they are highlights, at least until you get to the last section. All I ask is that you not view me badly…"

Watching out of the corner of his eye, the man waited until they had entered his memories before exiting the room. Deep in a hidden part of his heart he hoped that they would still feel the same way that they had about him when they first showed up tonight.

A/N: Whew! This is the first rewritten chapter of the story, and I will be going about it in an entirely different manner. I shuddered when I went back and read what I had originally written and was quite upset with the low quality crap that I had put down. Hopefully this will turn out better, and it should as long as I can keep it going… Also of note, I have decided on a direction for the sequel to A Potter No More, and I will be writing a crossover with A Game of Thrones. There is a poll up on my profile, where I will be determining the House Words, or House Motto, of Harry's new House, I ask that you go and vote, please.