Itoshii Sune-ku

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


I'm sorry. This one is going to be a bit depressing. But I kinda need it to base off the rest of the stories. I'm sorry....

Itoshii Sune-ku.

Chapter 11:Taimen Issun Eniguma Kyou Kenzan Itoma Roji.

(Part Two....?)

Harry couldn't believe it. After having been told of everything to do with each species they were capable of recreating in human blood, Harry had sat in a daze, eating anything that was put before him automatically. The girls giggled at him, having fun placing different foods on his plate. After sitting for little less than an hour, and finally getting Harry out of his daze, they all started dragging Harry over to Tom.

"Sir, could you be so kind as to help us gain entrance to Diagon Alley?" Amaryssein asked, her voice cultured and polite. Tom grinned, and blushed slightly.

"Aww...Don't go on like that. I ain't no sir. Just call me Tom. And sure. Come right this way."

Tom walked them to an alley in the back of the building, to where a brick wall was situated. He pulled out a thin, stick made of dark wood and tapped five different stones. Harry watched curiously, remembering the order and where the certain stones were located. You never know what you might need later on.

Harry watched in growing excitement as the stones moved and slid into different positions, creating an archway wide enough for a grown man to fit through.

Harry thought it was amazing. Everything was glittering, and shining. There weren't many people around this early in the morning, but there were a fair few. With all the shop owners milling about, it looked like a small town, and not a shopping alley.

There were so many shops, so many different things...'So many animals.' Harry thought, excitedly, looking toward the huge shop with so many different owls and bats, and another shop with cats, reptiles and other animals. Harry really wanted to go there.

Harry, the four girls, and the older boy walked through the archway, Rhapsody holding tight to Harry's hand, like a mother would. They all followed Rhapsody to a large, uneven white building. Harry looked up at it, then at the sign in the front, but Rhapsody pulled him and the others inside before he could read it.

"If and when you ever come back here, never read that sign. There's too much magic inside it to be perfectly harmless. All right?" Rhapsody told him, and though Harry didn't understand, he nodded. The inside of the building was exactly like the outside. Extremely odd. Harry gripped Rhapsody's hand tight when several small, ugly little creatures stared at the strange family making their way toward a desk at the back of the bank.

They stopped in front of a high desk, where another of the small creatures sat, sifting through papers in front of him. They stood there for the next thirty seconds, before Rhapsody spoke up, no longer willing to wait for the thing to notice them.

"Pardon, would it be possible to visit our vaults?" Each of the children reached into a pocket, or a small leather pouch and brought out a wrought iron key each.

"And would it be possible to check if my youngest one here has a vault set aside for him?" The creature looked down at each of them in turn, they stared back. The unnerving black eyes turned to Harry, and he wondered idly how he knew he was the youngest.

"Well?" Amaryssein spoke up impatiantly.

Harry watched as the creature rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to another and whispering a few words to it. They came walking forward after motioning to another.

"Fort can take two of you, Katrence will take another two, and I'll take another and the youngest."

Tremaine and Serena walked over to one, and Amaryssein and Ajalaa to the other. Rhapsody held Harry's hand as she tugged him toward the other. He wasn't too keen on getting too close to one of those things. He didn't even know what they were. He felt Rhapsody squeeze his hand gently before letting go. He stood by her side, conciously willing himself not to squirm.

They followed him toward a back room where he took a piece of old looking parchment and a black feather quill pen out of a desk drawer and placed both on the desk top in between the two children.

"Write your name down, boy. Your entire name. It'll tell you if have a vault or trust with us." Harry nodded, but looked to Rhapsody. He noticed she was looking at the black quill with something that looked like disgust. Harry hesitantly started to reach for the quill but was stopped before he could pick it up.

"Does he have to use that quill?" Rhapsody asked, her voice strangely flat. He grinned a bit maliciously, and answered.

"Yes. Ain't no other way. Sorry." He didn't sound sorry.

"He's six years old. Have some sympathy." Rhapsody snapped. Harry was shocked, he had never heard or seen Rhapsody mad before.

"We're goblins. We don't have sympathy." The goblin was still grinning that malicious grin.

"Well, boy, go on. Write your name down." Harry shook his head at the golin.

"I'm not going to use that quill if Rhapsody does not wish me to." Rhapsody and the goblin stared at each other.

"Just look in your files for Harry James Potter." She ground out through clenched teeth. The goblin's eyes widened and swung to Harry.

"He ain't a Potter." The goblin stated.

"He certainly ain't the last Potter. So, he'll have to use the--"

"Bring someone else in here then. I will not condone a six year old child to use a blood quill! Bring someone else, now, or I'm taking my family's business else where. We're leaving the country, but I was hoping to have the rest of the money in our vaults to be transfered to your Kyoto branch. I'll take it else where, if you condone the use of those vile quills on someone so young." Rhapsody hissed in utter disgust. Her eyes were flashing scarlet. And her voice held a certain lisp to it.

And the goblin took one look in her eyes and rushed out the door, after giving a quick, "Just a moment."

Harry stared at Rhapsody as she sank down in one of the black, upholstered chairs that sat in front of the goblin's desk. He sat next to her.

"What was that all about? What's wrong with that quill?" Harry asked, quietly. Rhapsody hissed out an expletive, and closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I don't normally lose my temper. Let me explain. Uh...Where to start...Well, there are different types of quills. There are quick quotes quills. They are quills that copy down anything a person says. And they can be modified to make what that person says more interesting. Or scandalous. There are also quills that copy down words from a book. Or quills that write down a person's signature. This kind of quill--" She reached over and picked the black quill up gingerly.

"--is used when you need something written in blood. That's why it's normally called a blood quill. At least in English. It was created by Rome's emperer around the year 1263. It was first made as a punishment. And it worked out perfectly. They would normally write something down, and the quill would take the blood from the user. But it would leave scars. If not tended to, one could bleed to death. The modernized blood quill was made illigal by many Ministry of Magic repersentatives around 1643. Both in this country and many others. Except Russia. For some reason, they didn't want it banned." Rhapsody shrugged.

"Why was it banned?" Harry asked, wide eyed.

"They used to use a modified version of the original blood quill for punishments, in school, and in home life. Many pureblood family's used to use the quill to teach their children 'proper' writing skills. It was banned because a small thirteen year old girl died because of an excess use of the thing. The only people allowed to use these things are Gringotts, and the Ministry. You have to have Ministry permission to even have one in your possession." She fingered the quill, staring at it as if she wanted the thing to just die.

"I hate these things. The blood quill is a horrible, vile creation. It should never have been made." Rhapsody's hands were trembling, Harry reached over and took the quill from her. Harry wasn't all that good at comforting, and he didn't know how to spot when someone needed it. But he decided then and there, that he would work on it.

Harry stood up, tossed the quill on the table and pulled Rhapsody from her seat. Before his new sister could make even a slight protest, he pulled her back down into the chair with him. He curled himself around her and just sat there with her. She was taller than him, yes, but that didn't matter to them. They just laid there. A few silent moments later, Rhapsody pulled her arms free, and raised the left sleeve of her cloak.

Harry sat up a little straighter and looked down at what she was showing him. There on her arm, red and scarred, were the words 'I am my father's creation.'

Harry stared for several short moments, and jumped slightly when she spoke.

"All of us have these scars. In the same place. The same scarred fashion. We were taught to read and write by the time we were three. By the time we reached age five, we were writing with modified blood quills. We were to be conditioned to know who we were to serve. Our father. Though we were created with many different human male DNA, and only one from a human female, we were to serve one father. It's where we get our eyes from. Though our eyes are different colors, it's from the creatures within us, not the humans. When we are mad, or in a rage, more like, our eyes turn scarlet. Serena's eyes stay that way. But that is only because she was created by only two males. Our primary father, and one of his servants." Harry didn't say a word. He didn't ask who or why, or how. He just listened. He knew that was what she needed at the moment.

He'd ask some things later. When he knew them better.

"That one servant, we each have his. We each have his characteristics. The black hair, the pale skin, my blue-black eyes. We are good at each subject. Some more than others. Serena is best at healing. Ajalaa is best at curses, hexes, and the counters. Amaryssein is good at identifying different magical and non-magical creatures. And I am good at identifying magical and non-magical snakes, and charms. And somtimes potions. But only when neccessary. We all are good at potions when neccessary. Tremaine, however, is a mystery. He is very good at tranfiguring things, and conjuring things.

But we have no idea what sort of creature he was, well, created from. We're beginning to think he was created from a Dementor." Harry made a note to ask what a Dementor was later on.

"I mean, he has the characteristics of those things. The eyes, the coldness he seems to emit from within himself when he feels himself or his family is threatened. But the problem is, he also has aspects of other creatures, he has a tendency to curl up for a nap in the most unexpected places, he has a certain taste for small woodland creatures. Like mice. Rabbits. Anything small and fast, he loves to chase. We know he's some kind of predator, but..." Rhapsody trailed off as the door opened and two goblins walked in. Rhapsody stood up, and so did Harry.

"Is there any way you can prove the boy is who you say he is?" The second goblin questioned, taking the parchment and quill and placing them back in the desk door, before sitting down.

"I can tell you where he lived and where I picked him up from. You can have someone describe what his mother and father look like and pick out the similarities. Or--"

"Can you show the scar?" The goblin interrupted. Rhapsody glared at the stupid creature. Well, in her opinion, stupid.

"Yes." She snapped out, glaring at him in disdain. The goblin stared at Harry until Rhapsody snapped at him. She apologised to Harry and told him she would explain later. She reached over and smoothed his hair off his forehead. Neither goblin said anything, but the one that insisted Harry use the black quill stiffened and walked out the door.

Harry swung his head, knocking his hair back over his forehead and looked back at the door. The other goblin and Rhapsody paid no heed to him.

"Does Mr. Potter have his key with him?" He asked, and Rhapsody shook her head.

"No. He was never given his key. To either of his vaults. We're hoping to fix that." The goblin nodded. And after gaining a new key, with a minimal amount of pain from a prick in his index finger, they were off to the vaults. Harry laughed at the dark eyed girl's frustration at the high speed cart ride down the vault tunnels. Personally, Harry though they could be a little faster. He thought it was fun!

Meeting the other girls and Tremaine outside, Harry looked each over, instinctively wanting to know they were all right. Ajalaa was standing there, looking about, trying to get Ryssein to go, to move, and Serena was standing by Tremaine, her head against his shoulder. She looked just slightly green.

Harry immediately became worried.

'When did I start worrying so much about them? I haven't known them more than several hours.' Harry questioned himself. Well, Harry guessed it didn't matter. Maybe, as long as he didn't begin to get attached to them. He figured it would hurt too much to get attached. He could just protect them, and worry about them, but nothing more.

But it seemed Harry didn't even know that it was too late. He was already way too attached. But then again, he attached himself to the four elder children too. Only thing was, they knew they could never lose Harry. It was just too much fun with him around. The arguments were absolutely amazing!