Harry Potter: Encounter with the King of the Monsters By: DJ Rodriguez   (Author’s Notes: Hey everyone, glad that a lot of you like my story. For what its worth, I’m glad that some of you like it a lot despite my limited knowledge on the HP series.   Darien: He has read the books and seen the movies, but DJ feels that Harry needs someone else rather then Ginny. He refuses to follow cliché pairings. Thus this Harem fic.   DJ: I make up what I lack in HP sense for what I have with my Godzilla knowledge. I have seen the awesome monster in action throughout every movie ever made! I just hope it works out okay.   Now, on with the fanfic!)  

Chapter 2

  In a medium-sized room close to where Harry and Grandalf were speaking, a group of humans and a werewolf were pondering the latest development. Hermione and Ginny were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. They had seen the very cold look in Harry’s eyes, a pooling of emotions such as anger, disappointment, rage, and distrust. ‘He has a right to feel that way. After all, we weren’t much friends to him.’ both thought. They had received training from Dumbledore and the Aurors, but still felt very bad about not saying anything to Harry about this or protesting that he should receive training as well.   Hermione was a loyal follower of the code ‘teachers & adults know best’. However, this one was very damaging. Dumbledore informed her that Harry needed some time alone to grieve, and she agreed with that. However, something in her heart and gut told her otherwise. That he needed someone there for him. ‘And of course, I listened to my brain rather then my gut.’ Hermione thought bitterly. The old Headmaster also informed her that she needed to be ready in case Harry went out of control, thus the training and secrecy. She hesitantly agreed to spy on him and report to the old man, but she still felt that this was all one big mistake. But, when did she ever refuse anything from an authority figure?   It was the same for Ginny. The Weasley girl wanted to make sure to be strong enough to help Harry out, but the training and secrecy was simply wrong in her view. She wanted to train yes, but with Harry by her side. And to spy on him and report to Dumbledore, that really breeched her code of ethics. ‘Yeah, it went against my code. But… Dumbledore and my parents said it was for the best. Were they wrong?’ she asked herself. Ginny shivered in fright at seeing Harry’s angry cold eyes, the devoid of warmth in his voice, and the display of power he had shown earlier. “I think we just dug our own bloody graves…” she whispered to herself.   Ron was worried about Harry, yes. But he was still ecstatic that he had a good amount of money, thanks to Sirius. ‘This is so cool! Now that Malfoy prick can’t say any more of those poor/rich cracks and jokes!’ he thought happily. He went along with the training like Hermione and his sister, but was less unwilling about it. He wanted to train to get better, to make sure that he would get a good share of fame and fortune after a battle. He did occasionally regret about doing this behind his best friend’s back, but the adults stressed that Harry could not know about this and that it was for his own good. “Dammit! I feel we really screwed up now.” he said to himself.   Remus was on the verge of a breakdown, but differently then Hermione or Ginny. “How could I… how could I do this?” he muttered to himself over and over again. He had betrayed not only Harry, but Sirius as well. His best friend! The old werewolf really wanted to train the young lad and also try to be a parental figure to him. Alas, Dumbledore had other plans for him. He desperately wanted to tell Harry what was going on, but the Headmaster forbade him and others from doing so. ‘Dumbledore said it was necessary for him as well as for us.’ he reasoned. However, his wolf side was just angry at him. It felt like it had let down a pack member, and to wolves that is beyond forgiveness.   Dumbledore was worried about Harry too, but for another reason. ‘Such power! It seems that his magical core is about ready to burst.’ he thought as he recalled the magical blast of pure power. His original plan was to have Harry grown up neglected under the Dursley’s, so when he came into the picture he would be seen as a savior of some kind. Beforehand as a baby, he had put magical blocks on his core in order to constrict the growth. ‘However, it seems that he has found a way to release the energy in another way. In a manner that has not happened for one thousand years!’ he thought.   His plan was to have Harry become a human kamikaze bomb; blowing up in front of Voldemort, taking him down while leaving him as the lone survivor of an epic battle. Dumbledore had a heart, however small it was, and was sad to see such a bright young man go. But, as always, he believed in the ‘greater good’. But if he sensed it right, the pure power of the core was disintegrating the magical blocks he put up. ‘If I don’t strengthen those blocks, his magic will break loose too soon and the results could be… disastrous.’ the Headmaster concluded. He needed to get back on Harry’s good side; otherwise his plans would be up in smoke. And him being an adult and the Head of two extremely powerful families was already a big monkey wrench in his scheme.   “Headmaster, isn’t there anything we can do to make it up to Harry?” Hermione asked in a choked voice. The aged being put on his grandfatherly persona and assured the young woman that they would have a chance once he comes out. That cheered the group up some. However, once Grandalf came in to see them, their eyes scanned for Harry to come in after him. “Excuse me, but where is Harry?” Remus inquired. The goblin merely sneered at him and informed him to call the young man Mr. Black-Potter, as it is now his title. When Mrs. Weasley asked again on where Mr. Black-Potter was at, Grandalf simply replied that he was no longer in the building.   “WHAT?!” was the general reply by all. Grandalf snickered at their shocked expressions and stated “You heard correct, humans. As of now, Harry James Black-Potter is no longer at Gringotts. He is taking his deceased godfather’s advice and leaving for a vacation trip.” Hermione shrieked out, demanding to know where he went. The goblin merely smirked wickedly at the girl and retorted that it was none of her business. “Hermione, come on. We got to find Harry’s financial advisor. He’ll be able to tell us where Harry went.” Mr. Weasley suggested.   They all nearly had a heart attack when Grandalf smirked in satisfaction and said “I’m afraid that not possible. Mr. Black-Potter has just assigned myself and Griphook as his financial advisors, and has sworn us to secrecy.” To the magical human beings, that was a shock to the system. No one allowed goblins to handle their money in that sort of arrangement. ‘Well, that’s Harry for you. Always doing the unthinkable and impossible.’ Hermione thought. With very little option left, the group walked out of the bank and once they were outside of the wards, apperated away. The children were also taught how to do that, getting special permission thanks to the Headmaster.   ~Back in Grimmauld Place~   Back inside the former home of Sirius and the Black Family, Luna and Neville were sitting around at the library relaxing for the moment. The two were thinking about the situation concerning their friend Harry, and knew that if he found out about this… well, the results would not be disastrous but not pretty either. The two frequently pleaded with Dumbledore to bring Harry to the mansion and train with them. Like the Headmaster said to Hermione and Ginny, Harry would not be coming due to Sirius’s passing. Snape once again inserted his foot in his mouth, stating snidely that they should be thanking the Headmaster for training “dunderheads” like them.   The greasy old bat found first hand how good Luna and Neville’s skills were after training. The blonde girl used a quick but effective Tripping hex on his legs, and when the Potion’s Master went down, Neville conjured up a bowling ball… and let’s just say that where it dropped raised the question of Severus would ever be able to give children. Of course, Dumbledore admonished them from doing that to a professor, but the two students defended their actions and did not apologize. Neville, the usually quiet and meek boy, told Snape that if he ever disrespected them or Harry again… well, he would make sure to take away the very thing that defined him as a man.   “Being with Harry and the Twins changed me a lot.” Neville said to himself with a chuckle as he remembered that particular memory. Luna looked at him, smiled warmly and took his hand in her own. They were very close, and Neville learned first-hand that there was more to the young lady then meets the eye. On the outside, she seemed to be somewhat of a dreamer and a bit spacey. But in training and with most philosophical debates, she was serious and one with her being. Put a wand in her hand and against any opponent, she was not someone to take lightly. As for debates or exchanges of the heart and soul, she was wise and also put things in a lot of perspective.   Luna was about to say something when they heard noises downstairs. “Sounds like the others are back from the bank. Let’s go see what happened.” Luna suggested in a dreamy tone. Neville nodded and both went downstairs, hand in hand. They knew it was Dumbledore and his group, the Twins at their shop and Bill away at his job in Romania. When they reached the bottom of the steps, they were surprised a little to see that the company who had just emerged from the fireplace looked shocked, confused, and angry. “So, what happened at the reading of the will?” Neville inquired.   Ron grumbled “Sirius gave us some money, his home, his library, and also a retreat for Remus in southern England. But, he gave Harry everything else and also made him Head of the Black Family.” Luna’s eyes widened a bit and asked if Harry himself was there to hear it all. Hermione replied that he was, and also displayed a feat of raw magic that was impossible according to her research. “Where is Harry?” Neville asked. Mrs. Weasley said that he was taking a vacation, doing something foolish by going against the Headmaster’s advice.   “Do not worry, we will locate him soon.” Dumbledore announced. Not only was an expert at scrying, he had also placed tracking charms on Harry’s wand and other possessions. If he was anywhere in Europe, he would be able to find him. Hermione and Ginny went upstairs, trying to figure out a way to regain Harry’s forgiveness and explain the situation to him. Ron went to his own room, wanting to see what he could buy with his newfound wealth. Mr. & Mrs. Weasley went to the kitchen to report to the rest of the Order. And finally, Dumbledore retired to his office at Hogwarts.   Neville looked at Luna and whispered “There’s something fishy going on here, I can feel it. I mean, why was Dumbledore so adamant about keeping Harry at his home? And then now, wanting to find him so bad? I have a feeling that he knows more then he’s letting on.” Luna agreed with him. During the past couple of days, the two smart magical humans felt that something was off. It was subtle, but there nevertheless. They felt that something was amiss about Dumbledore, and realizing that saying this to anyone would be foolhardy since most of the group would say that they were wrong. Lovegood and Longbottom knew better though, and decided to keep an eye on Dumbledore just in case.   ~At London International Airport~   Harry was walking towards the terminal, carrying two luggage bags and also sporting an exciting/nervous smile on his face. He was excited and nervous at the same time and for good reason. He was soon going to be on an airplane that was going to take him over vast amounts of land, to a foreign place away from everything and everyone he has ever known. ‘I got to thank the goblins for this. First the secret exit route, and then transporting him via tram to the spot where the airport was located above ground. It was a fast-paced, exciting ride that put most theme park roller coasters to shame. He was then lifted up to a secret passageway near the entrance to the building, Harry feeling like he was James Bond or something.   “How can I help you young man?” a woman at the ticket register inquired. Harry answered that he need a first-class ticket to Japan now. “Let me see your identification first. You look like a minor so I need to make sure.” the lady stated. The Boy-Who-Lived present his wallet to her and the woman saw his ID. “Hmmm… an emancipated minor I see. Well, you look responsible and could stay out of trouble, so I will give you the ticket providing you have the funds necessary.” she said. Taking the credit card out and swiping it, she was surprised to see that the machine approved the transaction.   “I see you’re not low on funds, so here you go.” the lady said as she handed back the wallet, and soon a first-class ticket to Japan. Harry thanked her, then put his luggage on the conveyor belt that was next to her. The bags went off into the building and Mr. Black-Potter made his way to the scanning area. Waiting in line for about thirty minutes, he went through the metal detector and was clean. “This is so cool! I’m going to Japan!” he exclaimed excitedly. The security team smiled a little at his antics before seeing off towards the boarding number where his plane was at.   “Now that is a good kid. He seems to have a level head, at least in the looks department.” a lady security officer said to her partner. He chuckled and replied “Yeah, he does seem to pay attention to his hair at least. The woman with the punk hairdo that was here a few minutes ago, now that was weird!”. It would appear that someone else is also on the flight to Japan. At the boarding lane, Harry was in time because people were already going on it. He rushed over to the guy calling out the classes, handing him his ticket. “You’re in luck kid, I was just about to finish calling in passengers for first-class. Go on in.” he said. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and went on in.   Once he went inside and a female flight attendant took him to first-class, he was surprised to see it large and spacious. ‘Wow! This place is very nice!’ he thought as he found his seat which was a window one. As he sat down and waited for the other passengers to come in, he looked around to see what was offered to him on the long flight. Up above was a movie screen and in front of him was a flip-down tray table. He heard a small argument to his far left, turning around to see an old lady arguing with a young lady who had neon green hair.   ‘Kinda looks like Tonks. Oh well, I know its not her. She’s cooped up at Grimmauld Place like a caged bird.’ he thought to himself. In forty minutes, everyone was in the plane and the door was closed. The flight attendant announced to all over the intercom that they were about to leave for Tokyo, Japan and it would take about nine to ten hours to get there. Another female attendant showed up and both of them explained rules and instruction for safety should anything go wrong. “Heh, after dealing with the Dursley’s, Dumbledore, Hogwarts, and of course Tommy-boy, any kind of emergency landing will be a piece of cake.” Harry mumbled to himself as he got ready to take a nap.   Tonks was livid as she just looked out her window. ‘That frumpy old bat! Just because I look good and like to show it doesn’t give her the right to look or talk down to me!’ the feisty witch fumed. If she could, she would take out her wand and just turn that old bat into a toad or something. Sadly, she was out in the open and could not do so. So, she did the next best thing: Threatened that if she bothered her again, she would be sporting two black eyes and be missing a few teeth. The old lady was offended and turned away, not speaking to Tonks ever again.   ‘Hey! That kid over there looks like Harry!’ she thought as she looked over to where the teenager was at. “Nah, can’t be him. He’s at that awful, godforsaken Privet Drive with those fat-ass men and horse-faced freak of a woman.” she said to herself. Putting on some headphones, she relaxed as the plane slowly rumbled, signaling take-off. They were off! An adventure of a lifetime was now starting.   ~Meanwhile~   Bellatrix and Narcissa Black were heading towards a Floo fireplace, where it would take them to Russia and from there take a magical train that would transport them across the continent of Asia and towards a port where they would make the final leg of the journey to Japan. “Nita sure works fast. Soon, we’ll be on our way to a country that is loaded with culture and history.” Cissy stated with glee. Like most noble women, she was refined and cultured. However, she also wanted to see and experience other cultures but her arrogant ass husband refused to travel. He stated firmly that England’s magical views were the only ones to immerse in, based on pureblood point-of-view.   Bella chuckled fondly, glad to see her sister gaining some of her old spirit and zest back. “Also, no more Death Eaters and that jerk Voldemort.” she added. If there was one thing she knew, it was this. Voldemort could call his minions from all over Europe, but anything beyond the boundary line he could not get. So once they were over the official line the separated Europe from Asia, they would be home free! Taking the Floo powder, the girls took a deep breath and called out their destination. In a flash of green fire, the two disappeared from the U.K.   The journey is on its way!   (Author’s Notes: Sorry I had to cut this short, but times are tough for me back here. In any case, the adventure is officially underway!   Darien: Harry will meet the ladies soon, and at the right time. They will also meet the monsters at the points of time they appear in the movie Godzilla vs. MechaGodzilla 2. The magical beings will also learn all they can from Japan, including the technology and the codes of honor.   DJ: Fleur has a head start on them, so she will be arrive first. Next would be Harry and Tonks, and last will be Bellatrix and Narcissa. Dumbledore’s scrying spells and tracking abilities will be jammed for two reasons: 1.) Harry will be outside of Europe. 2.) Due to the high amounts of radiation across the continent and in Japan, the magic will be disrupted and ineffective. The same effect goes for Voldemort and his Dark magic.   Darien: Harry will learn the ways and code of the Samurai, but we are unable to give the girls the right choices. Any suggestions out there?   R&R, no flames, enjoy, and leave long reviews.)