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As she awoke, the light of the sun surprised her. Only one question raced through her mind, "Why am I still alive?" She asked herself as she rose to her feet. Looking around she saw that she'd been lying in an alley, no more than a hundred feet from a large market street, filled with people wearing long robes and pointed hat. "I don't remember any of this." She said to herself, as she walked cautiously towards the street.

Surrounding her, rows of strange shops, with bright signs and odd names lined the street. She could see flying brooms, magic wands, and potions she'd never dreamed of. "I wonder of this is some new research town of MBI's…" she thought aloud as she wandered the streets. Remembering her training, she looked up, "I'd better take a look around." She said, and lightly leaped onto one of the roof tops. She ran along the roof tops, committing the layout of the alleys and shops to memory. After about fifteen minutes, she'd learned all she could about the main street, and only a few of the shadier side streets remained. She sat down along the edge of the roof, overlooking a large building, made seemingly entirely out of marble and gold, and tried to piece together everything that had happened. The last thing she remembered was… She bolted to her feet, concerned etched on her face, when she thought about her last assignment.

Numbers eighty-seven and eighty eight had been captured by a joint military force. Professor Minaka had order her and Karasuba to rescue them. The children had been split up, and so did they. She chased the group that went back inside the base, while Karasuba followed the group heading towards the sea. Number Eighty-Seven, Kaho, was rescued without much incident, aside from the trauma of meeting a very bloody Karasuba in a bad mood. Musubi however had been much less fortunate.

Musubi, number eighty-Eight, was taken into the base, and brought to one of the many labs. Those monsters had performed countless experiments on the young girl's body. When she'd arrived, she massacred them. For the first time in her life, she was truly angry. She brought the young girl with her and regrouped with Karasuba. Karasuba smirked as she saw her walking, "Took you long enough, Yume. All of them died because you didn't stop me. It's just too bad." Looking at the girl in her arms, "Her core's destroyed. That hatchling's done for." Was all she said, as she turned and walked towards the pile of corpses she'd mercilessly cut down. Death was inevitable.

The sorrow she felt, knowing that this innocent little bird would never live to fly, welled up inside of her. She wanted nothing more than to help, but the only way would ensure her own destruction. There wasn't even a certainty that it would work. But none the less, she made up her mind. Even if she herself had never found her Ashikabi, this child deserved the chance to fly. "If I am to be called the sekirei of fate, then maybe I can change the little bird's fate." She said smiling, as she reached within her sekirei core.

Karasuba stopped suddenly and turned towards her, anger clear on her face. "What do you think you're doing!?" she screeched, as she ran toward her.

Yume didn't answer. Using the power of her core, she poured her strength into the small unmoving child in her arms. Her power slowly mending her fractured life, knowing that it would be her end as well. As the power faded, her vision started to fade. The last thing she saw was those small orange eyes, so very like her own.

"Did I fail? Is that why…" she begins to ask herself. Suddenly, the wind changes. She in hear the sound of a scuffle, and a voice that she recognizes. She turns towards it, and find that it's taking place in one of the side streets she hadn't check over. 'If this place is controlled by MBI, I can allow a disturbance to go unchecked. And if it's not, then as chief of the discipline squad, I have to teach her not to pick a fight in the middle of the day.' She thought as she raced towards the alley.

Ten minutes earlier

It was half past five and his Aunt and uncle were getting antsy. He kept glancing out the window, hoping that they would just apparate. "Where the bloody hell are they!?" His uncle yelled, though he could barely hear anything over the loud bang that echoed through the room. Everyone in the room started panicking; Harry's first instinct being that Voldemort had come to kill him. Wand drawn and looking around the room, he could hear familiar voices arguing on the other side of the boarded up fireplace.

"Ouch- Fred, stop your brothers before they come- ouch George that was my knee!" the first voice said as harry ran up to the boards.

"Mr. Weasley? Is that you?" Harry asked, "They've boarded up the fireplace. Hang on for a second, I'll get you out." Harry said as he went to find the Dursley's hammer. Just as he got out to the shed, he heard a loud CRASH coming from the living room. 'That can't be good.' Harry thought as he sprints back.

As he ran into the room, he could tell that the Weasleys had blasted out of the fireplace. A thin layer of dust filled the room. Uncle Vernon's hair was white, though whether that was from the ash, or the knowledge that Mr. Weasley could do the same to him, harry wasn't sure. Mr. Weasley, Ron, and his twin brothers Fred and George were dusting themselves off.

Mr. Weasley looked at Harry, "ah, Harry, wonderful to see you. Are you packed? We really should be going."

Harry nodded, "everything's upstairs, in my trunk."

The twins beamed, "we'll go get that. In the room where we kidnapped you before, right?"

all the kids laughed, while Mr. Weasley looked solemnly, "a most regrettable occurrence. I'd intended to come and have a talk with you later that week, but unfortunately my sons jumped the gun a bit. I would be more than happy to fix it for you, if you'd like?"

Uncle Vernon's face turned purple, but evidently Mr. Wesley's earlier demonstration was quite impressive, as uncle Vernon merely muttered, "No need, I've already had it taken care of."

At that moment the twins came down the stairs carrying Harry's trunk between them. At the bottom of the staircase, the bottom twin slipped and crashed into the living room.

When he hit the ground, a large number of brightly wrapped pieces of candy flew every direction. His twin rushed over, "Fred, are you okay?" George asked as he bends over and helps his brother pick up the candies. Harry and Ron started to help them, while Mr. Weasley began apologizing for the twins.

They'd just about managed to pick up all of them, when Harry noticed that Dudley had tried to sneak one into his pocket. Harry was about to speak up, until Fred grabbed his arm and started shaking his head. "Looks like that's all of them. Come on, George, it's about time we got all this stuff to the burrows." Fred said as he hefted the trunk over to the fire.

Mr. Weasley muttered the charm, and flames erupted in the fireplace. Fred took a pinch of the powder in Mr. Weasley's pouch, and threw it in the fire. "The Burrows!" Fred said as he stepped into the now emerald green fire, and disappeared. George dragged the trunk into the flames and repeated, and he too flashed out of sight.

Ron steeped up, taking a pinch of powder, "see you in minute." he said as he stepped into the fire.

Harry stepped up last and took a pinch of floo powder, and turning to his 'family', he began, "see you next summ-" until he saw Dudley clutching his tongue, which was growing. His aunt and uncle started screaming and rushed over to try and help.

Harry saw at Dudley's feet was one of the candy wrappers and he couldn't suppress a smirk. 'Thank Merlin for Fred and George.' harry thought as he watched Mr. Weasley try and help his cousin, only to be pushed away by uncle Vernon. "Harry, go on ahead, I just need to sort this out." Mr. Weasley aid as uncle Vernon began to throw lamps and pictures, and anything else that wasn't down. Harry stepped into the emerald green flames. "The bur-ga!" Harry said, as one of Uncle Vernon's picture collided with his chest. Immediately, he started spinning out of control. When he finally stopped, he was in the warm, safe, burrows where he'd hoped to be. In fact he might have been in one of only two places that were more dangerous than Privet Drive, the other being where ever Voldemort happened to be. Behind him was a large sign that read:

'Burga's Black-market! Everything from house elves to veelas in captivity! The very best of Knockturn Alley!'

Harry swore loudly. Looking around, he didn't see any sign of the bustling Diagon alley. No one he knew, only witches and wizards, all wearing long black hooded cloaks. Harry decided that he would take a look around, and try and find some way to Diagon alley. After about a minute of searching, he found himself in front of the familiar store of Borgin & Brukes. Remembering how to make it back to Gringotts, Harry quickly tried to leave, until he was dragged into a deserted alley.

In front of him were six men in long black cloaks, and wearing silver masks, and two girls and one women all wearing some of the strangest outfits he'd seen. The women had short peach colored hair and strange tattoo on her forehead. She was wearing a long white dress, chains around her neck, and her face was emotionless. One of the girls had short red hair, tied back in a ponytail. She had a black robe with the same mark as the other had on her forehead on the front. The last had short, messy white hair, bandages taped around her chest and midsection, and what almost looked like daggers on her fingers.

"Hello potter, so nice of you to join us. I didn't think you were stupid enough to stroll into Knockturn alley with any bodyguard, but it just proves that my son was right about your arrogance." said a sickeningly familiar voice from the other of one of the masks.

"Malfoy." Harry said, reaching for his wand.

Lucius Malfoy laughed, "You think you can fight against us? Your arrogance knows no bounds. But unfortunately, my magic signature is known to the ministry. If I killed you, they'd know. But that doesn't mean I can't end you. Akitsu, kill him."

Before Harry could wonder who Akitsu was, the woman raised her arms, and out of nowhere, spears of ice shoot towards him. It took all of his Quidditch reflexes to dodge most of them; but one still grazed his wand arm. "I'm sorry. I have nothing against you personally, However, my master's wish is my command." she said, her voice completely devoid of emotion. Another wave of spears flew towards him, and again he dodged, this time, one gazed his leg.

"Benitsubasa, Haihane, help Akitsu." Lucius Malfoy sneered. The two girls ran forward. The red haired punched and again Harry dodged. The punch shattered the wall behind him, and some of the rock shards impaled him in the back. The other lashed out, her claws ripping through his shirt and tearing his skin, blood pouring down his front. Harry collapses, unable to move. The woman, Akitsu, walks over, still emotionless, a spear of ice pointed towards Harry's throat. Harry closed his eyes and prays. Suddenly, he feels cold, and he can hear something shatter above.

Harry opens his eyes and sees a woman with long brown hair, tied behind her head in a ponytail. "Yume..." Akitsu says, in a tone that might have been surprise or fear.

"Akitsu, I'm disappointed. Attacking an unarmed... What happened? Why were you discarded?" the mystery woman says, still standing between Harry and Akitsu.

"It doesn't matter. He is my master now. I will fulfill my orders. Stand aside." she answers, ice crystals forming in the air around her. The two girls take their stances facing Yume.

"I'm afraid that I can't allow that. As chief of the discipline squad, I will stop you. You know as well as I do that you can't beat me." Yume says, taking her own stance. Shadows shifting around her, a chill descending everywhere it passes.

The red haired girl bursts out laughing, "You are an idiot. Karasuba's the chief of the discipline squad. But if you want to die we'll be happy to help." and she leaped out, preparing to punch Yume. Harry was about to warn her, but she didn't pay any attention. She slightly sidestepped and counterpunched, sending Benitsubasa flying through wall behind Malfoy. Haihane leapt to try and help, but she was sent flying by the shadows that whirled around Yume.

Akitsu hadn't moved through the entire exchange. Yume turned back to her. "I'd rather not fight you, so-" Harry felt something grab the back of his shirt. He suddenly felt a strong jerk and felt the ground slip away. After seemingly a few seconds of bouncing through the air, he felt himself hit the ground, and heard several gasps around him. Slowly, he looked around, and found he was lying at the top of the steps of Gringotts.

All around him, wizards were kneeling next to him, all asking if he was okay. The doors to the bank opened and a young man with red hair walked towards the group. "What's going on here?" he said forcing his way through the crowd. Looking down, he gasped, "Harry? What in the world happened? Come on-" he said, as he and another wizard helped Harry into the bank.

Harry felt his conscious slipping, "Are you Bill?" he said weakly. Bill nodded and started shouting at the goblins in a language he didn't understand. Three goblins camping running towards them as Harry blacked out.

"Why didn't you go after him, Akitsu" Malfoy sneered, his wand point at her. His other sekirei just starting to regain consciousness.

"Because had I gone after her, she would have fought back, and none of us would have survived" she said simply, as Benitsubasa grabbed her by the front of her dress.

"Who the hell was that?!" she screeched, violently shaking Akitsu.

"The sekirei of fate. Number eight Yume. Second generation chief of the discipline squad, and my only worthy rival." said a voice from the end of the alley. Turning they saw a woman, with long blonde hair, wearing grey robes, and a long katana worn at her hip, a smile plastered on her face.

Harry woke up to find himself surrounded by red heads. The twins were in the corner, looking pale. Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, and Ginny were crying at his bedside. Mr. Weasley was talking to a witch with a monocle that harry could swear he'd seen before. Bill and a Weasley that could only be Charlie were talking to a goblin. Percy kept looking at the witch in the monocle, possibly hoping to make a good impression. Ron was nowhere to be seen.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry mutters slightly. Everyone in the room turned and rushed to his bedside. Ten voices yelled, "Harry!" at the same time, causing Harry to wince slightly at the sheer volume. Everybody was talking all at once, and Harry was unable to say anything.

"I'm relieved to see that you're alright." the monocle witch says as they all finally quiet down. "I'm Amelia bones, with the department of magical law enforcement. I need to take your statement regarding what happened." Harry nodded, and tried to sit up, until a sharp pain on his chest forced him back to his back, fresh blood flowing through his reopened wounds.

The goblin walker over, a potion on hand, "relax, try and avoid moving too much. This potion will stop the bleeding, but you must give it some time to mend." he said, smearing the potion over the open wound. A warm sensation spread through his body, soothing the pain as the bleeding stopped. Amelia cleared her throat, "no need to get up, I just need you to answer my questions. Would you consent to veritaserum?" she asks, pulling out a vial of clear potion. Seeing his confused look, she explained, "Veritaserum is a truth potion. You have every right to refuse, if you wish."

Harry nods, "I'll take it." she nods and hands him the vial and he drinks it. It's the strangest thing he's felt, it's almost as if he's watching someone else controlling his body. Amelia takes the vial and puts it back in her bag, removing a long quill and a roll of parchment. She taps the quill with her wand and it stands upright.

"This is the official statement and shall be entered into the record regarding the attack of Harry James Potter, resident number four privet drive, surrey. Witnesses: Molly, Arthur, William, Charlie, and Percival Weasley, the goblin Tankur, healer for Gringotts bank. Questioner Amelia Bones, head of the department of magical law enforcement. Let the record reflect that Harry James Potter has consented to being questioned under veritaserum, administered at seven fifty- four on the night of August the fifteenth. State your name for the record." she says, as the quill dictates the record.

"Harry James potter" he says instantly.

"Who is your legal guardian?" she continues.

"Sirius Orion Black." Harry answers, to the astonishment of everyone in the room.

"Let the record reflect that a separate report shall be filed in regard to these claims." Amelia says, trying her best to hide her astonishment. "Please describe the events leading up to and including your arrival at Gringotts earlier today."

Harry explained how he was waiting for the Weasleys, how he'd ended up in Knockturn alley, his encounter with Malfoy and the group of black robed wizards, his confrontation with the girls, the arrival of the strange woman and how she brought him to Gringotts. The room was stunned at the ordeal he'd endured.

"Did you ever see Lucius Malfoy's face?" Amelia asked when she'd regained the ability to speak.

"No, but I recognized his voice, he spoke about his son, and never corrected me when I said his name." Harry answers, a little short of breath after his long story.

"The woman that saved you, had you ever seen her before?" she asked.

"No. But I heard the woman refer to her as Yume." he says.

Amelia nods, then turns to bill, "Mr. William Weasley, please explain the events that transpired immediately before and after your arrival at Gringotts.

"I was waiting a home for Harry and my brothers to arrive. When my father arrived, he informed us what had happened to Harry. Charlie, Percy, and I went to help search for him. I sent to Gringotts hoping to use their up-to-date floo directory to find out where he'd gone, but when I arrived, there was a commotion outside. When I investigated, I found Harry bleeding out on the steps. Lord Cyrus Greengrass and I brought him inside, and a hired the goblins to admit him as a favor to me. Once he was stabilized I call the DMLE and reported the incident. "Bill said, and then took a deep breath.

Amelia nods. "That concludes the statement." she taps the quill again and it falls over. Reaching into her bag, she removes a bottle of clear liquid, which she hands to Harry who Drinks it immediately.

Harry felt himself regain control and let out a deep sigh. Amelia smiles, "Well, Mr. Potter, that certainly was an interesting statement. And as much as I would love to get your statement about Sirius Black, that will have to wait for some other time. Where will you be in two days?"

"Either at the burrows or the world cup, depending on how good the seekers are." Harry laughed, "and if it'll prove my godfather innocent, I don't mind missing It." everybody laughed, Amelia included.

"No need to worry. My niece would kill me if I let her miss the world cup. Though, out of curiosity, why do you think that Sirius black is innocent?" she asks.

"He was never my parent's secret keeper. They changed it to Peter Pettigrew. Ron, Hermione, professor Lupin, and I saw him alive at the end of last year. And we told minister fudge, but he was convinced that Sirius was guilty." Harry answered to the shock of the Weasleys.

"You do know that it is illegal to associate with a convicted killer?" she says, almost scarring Harry.

Hermione answers with a smile, "then we're fine." Amelia turned, and Hermione continues, "Sirius was thrown in Azkaban without a trial by Barry crouch and was never given a chance to defend himself."

"Mr. Crouch would never do that! If he sent black to Azkaban, then black was guilty!" Percy roared before storming out.

Amelia was silent for a while, until, "if what you're saying is true, then I'll bring them both down. Arthur, I'd like to question them the day after the world cup, is that alright?"

Mr. Weasley nodded, "of course. You ate always welcome."

Amelia smiled, "then I'll see you then." and left.

The Weasleys start interrogating Hermione about what happened at the end of last year. Harry fell asleep almost immediately After Amelia left, his dreams filled with the mystery woman that had saved him.

After she drops him at the bank, she can't help but worry that they might try again. Her body felt feverish. She could barely concentrate. His face wouldn't leave her mind. She wasn't an idiot. She knew why she was feeling this way. According to the newspaper she saw earlier, she's been gone for over a decade. But still, even after all this time, she'd found him.

She'd found her ashikabi.

But now wasn't the time. Maybe tomorrow, but for now, she would protect him, even if he doesn't know it.

The next morning, Harry woke up feeling better than he had in a long time. He was still in the hospital on Gringotts, but he felt much better than he had last night. "Finally awake?" said a voice at the door way. "Bill!" Harry said smiling.

"You look much better." Bill said, smirking, "Ready for the world cup?"

"Do you have to ask?" Harry said as he got out of bed, until he suddenly felt dizzy and fell back on to the bed.

Bill handed him a cheery red potion before leaving. "You lost a lot of blood. Take this and you should be ready when I get back." Harry swallowed the potion in on gulp, shuddering at the taste of blood. The dizziness started to fade, and when Bill returned, Harry was up and stretching.

"Ready to go?" Bill asked, and seeing Harry nod, the two walked out.

"How are we getting there?" Harry asked, as they

"I got approval from the ministry to take you by side along apparation. Normally it's illegal, but Madam Bones made an exception after you were attacked." Bill said as he pushes open the front door and steps out into Diagon Alley.

The bright lights of the Alley hurt his eyes after so long in the semi darkness of the goblin bank. "Just grab my arm and we'll go." Bill says, seemingly unaffected. Harry grabs his arm and suddenly feels something compress him from all sides. As it disappeared, he could almost swear he saw the woman who'd saved walking toward him, through his squinted eyes.

As the morning dragged on, Yume was getting worried. She could feel that he was alive, but nothing more. Maybe the goblins have changed, but during her time in the discipline squad, they were considered dangerous because of their greed. From the information she'd gathered, it was obvious that someone was trying to kill him. They are most likely an old pureblood supremacist with a lot of money. If they found him, the goblins would sell him out without even thinking.

Finally, at almost eleven o'clock, she saw him walk out of the bank, seemingly healed, as he didn't seem to be in pain. He was with a tall man with long red hair tied into a ponytail. 'Time to talk to him.' Yume thought as she jumped down off the roof and started walking toward him. She saw him look at her for just a second, before he disappeared.

She ran to where they had been, but to her relief, there was no sign of foul play. She walks into the shadows of a nearby alley. Closing her eyes, she reaches out into the shadow, trying to find her ashikabi. She feels his location, but for some reason, can't shift to him. Parr of her starts to panic, but she concentrates on finding some way to get to him. She spreads her probe and immediately finds two more familiar shadows, and both of them are extremely dangerous. Choosing the more immediate danger, the shadows start to swirl around her, and she moves through, travelling to her ashikabi.