Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Harry Potter. All those belong to the lovely JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. This story will have lighthearted moments, but there will be some depressing and harsh situations that may be hard on the heart to read. While this FF will take place in a small rural area in Japan, please do not think that the portrayal is representative of all Japanese people. Most of the representations and stories of bullying are based on my observations and some, but not all have been modified to some extent.
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Perhaps you know her as that girl whose hair changes color or the girl with the violet eyes? You are probably more likely to know her as the girl who hands out cookies as though she is a magical girl scout. How did this painfully naive and innocent young girl arrive at Hogwarts in her first year knowing absolutely nothing? Why is it that she is so self conscious about her features and blood status? Come and learn where it all began. Come and listen to the untold story of Kurumi Hollingberry. { C H A P T E R G U I D E } 
Chapter 1 : Fated Chapter2 : Crossroad [Part 1][Part 2] Chapter 3 : Seasons Chapter 4 : Connected Chapter 5 : Voyage Chapter 6 : Walk Chapter 7 : Surreal ◆･.｡*†*｡.･◆･.｡*†*｡.･◆･.｡*†*｡.･◆･.｡*†*｡.･◆ Chapter 1 : Fated
Charles ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair and glared out the airplane window. He absolutely hated traveling the way muggles did. He knew he didn’t like the new head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation the moment he stepped into the room. What was the point of getting to know how muggles interacted with witches and wizards on an international scale? Not only that, why did he insist that they use muggle means of transportation to get to their destination? The seats on airlines were so cramped and the service was so slow. Why couldn’t he just use the Floo Network? Surely the Ministry of Magic in Japan was connected to it.
“Sir, my I offer you a hot towel and beverage?”
Charles looked up from his seat in first class with a less than pleased frown on his face and a wrinkled nose at the beverage cart she was pushing. Yeah, she could offer him a nice tall glass of butterbeer and a few chocolate frogs. No, he had to act pleasant as it was part of his itinerary and research job description.
“May I have a glass of water,” he asked with a lying-pleasant grin on his face. He could turn it into butterbeer later.
In the amount of time it took her to get a cup, put ice in it, open the bottle of muggle water, pour it into the cup, put the napkin on his table, and set the cup down, Charles knew he could have used the Aguamenti Charm and made filled about 10 cups of water. Ug…how much longer did he have to endure this torture?
“How much longer until we land,” he asked taking a sip of his less than satisfactory water.
“Sir, we only took off 40 minutes ago,” the flight attendant said with a toothy smile. “We will be in the air for another 10 to 11 hours before arriving at our destination. In the meantime, may I offer you a hot towel?”
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I don’t see why I have to do it,” Yukie complained as she brushed her long black hair making sure there was not a single knot or hair out of place. She stared angrily at her father as she slammed the brush down on the table and rose from her kneeling position. “
You can speak just as much English as I can. You do it.”
Yukie had no interest in playing translator and interpreter for her father or his so-called privileged guest that would be arriving within the hour. She still had important financial matters to resolve regarding the family’s kendo dojo, flower arranging to finish, and piano lessons to organize before the day was out. Where was her father getting the idea that she had the time…no…actually wanted to pretend to be interested in his work affairs.
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Your brother can take care of balancing the budget,” her father insisted scratching his beard.
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What about-“
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I have already called your students to cancel their lessons for the week and the flower arrangement you made a few days ago has not even begun to wilt.” He wore a smirk on his face that made Yukie even angrier. She stomped over to the closet and pulled out one of her best kimonos and set it down on the table next to her. “
Fine,” she said in a huffy voice.
“Can you leave so I can change?”
Once her father was completely out of the room, Yukie slammed the sliding paper door behind him with a loud huff. Why was it so important that she play tour guide anyway? Her father had plenty of subordinates who could do the job, or he could even do it himself. Her father had started working as an assistant to the Prime Minister several years ago and was hardly ever home. Her brother and herself had officially taken over the family dojo since her father clearly no longer held interest in it. Now, all of a sudden, he came home several months ago with a so-called renewed sense of family values and had especially taken an interest in Yukie’s personal life. It drove her nuts. Already 22-years-of-age, she certainly did not need her father to babysit her. Having completed putting on her light blue kimono, she began putting up her hair in a complicated mixture of braids and curls.
Once she was satisfied with the result, she pushed open the sliding door that led to the main entrance of the home. She was about to tell her father a little more about what was on her mind, when she found her father talking to a tall, blonde, and handsome gentleman under the big cheery tree in the garden. She instead skittered off to the kitchen where she pour some of her secret recipe cherry blossom based tea and put two cups along with some freshly baked cookies on a tray to carry out to the two men. She bowed respectfully to her father’s guest before setting one of the white porcelain cups holding her tea before him and then her father. She then served the two some cookies, bowed, and took a step back to wait for her father to introduce her. He took several sips of tea before acknowledging her.
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This lovely young lady, Mr. Gaunts, is my daughter Yukie,” he said with a smile gesturing towards her. “
Yukie, this is Charles Gaunts.”
Yukie bowed deeply before looking the guest in the eyes. She immediately found herself lost in his jade eyes. He seemed to be equally enthralled with her and rose from his seat to greet her.
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The pleasure is all mine,” he said taking her hand and giving it a soft kiss. “
It looks like the long journey out here was worth it.” He flashed his perfectly straight white teeth in a dashing smile. Yukie found him very
very charming.
Suddenly, Yukie’s father’s phone rang only slightly disturbing the two’s first meeting.
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Oh, if you will excuse me,” he said looking down at his phone. “
Very important call. Will only be a moment.” He then left the two and entered the home, but he made sure that he still could keep a watchful eye on the couple. “
Yes? Good afternoon Mr. Prime Minister. Yes…yes…he has arrived. Yes…of course he is now with my daughter. Has the other Prime Minister….? Excellent! Yes, everything appears to be going according to plan. Yes…good day to you too, sir.”
He then closed the phone and looked back at his daughter who now appeared to be deep in conversation with his British…Pure Blood…guest.
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