Chapter 2: A New Beginning/ Is This the Start of a New Life?

"Did you understand everything, Mister Potter?" Doctor Sachie Ishida asked as Harry stared at the translation in the dictionary with beads of sweat on his head.

Harry was glad that the doctor was a kind and patient woman, allowing him to take his time in reading his obviously butchered and badly translated Japanese. She looked very young for her profession, but that didn't make her any less knowledgeable.

She had short blue hair that just barely reached her shoulders with golden eyes. Harry wondered if she colored it or if blue was her natural color but he didn't feel like it was his place to ask. Come to think of it, he remembered several the Japanese Aurors had the strangest assortments of hair colors as well, all the way from pink to purple.

"Maybe..." Harry said, looking over his translated notes. "I just need to see she takes her medicine?"

"Yes. If you have any further questions, please don't hesitate to call me at this number."

"Yes. Thank you. So...do you know the reason she has leg problems?"

"Unfortunately not..." Ishida sighed as she picked up her report. "From what we can tell, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with them and yet she's clearly having trouble walking. If I had to make a guess, it's probably due to the trauma of the car accident. I would suggest taking her to a therapist when you get the chance."

"Err...therapist?"

"Oh, is that word unfamiliar to you? It's like...a doctor that helps heals the mind. They help people recover from frightening like accidents."

Harry looked at the translation in his dictionary and wondered if there was anything like that back home. He should make a note to ask Hermione about it when he got back.

"Was my explanation too difficult?" Ishida asked.

"Oh no, it's fine," Harry said, quickly reading off the translation. "I'll talk to Hayate about it."

It was both mentally and physically exhausting saying the same thing twice in two different languages. He'd definitely need to learn the language on his own time if he was going to keep this up. Or at the very least keep his throat from burning.

"Good," Ishida nodded as she put her papers away. "Then I think that is everything...oh, would you like to borrow a wheelchair from the hospital or did you plan on buying one?"

"She needs wheelchair?" Harry asked after a moment of just staring at the doctor. "Her legs that bad just from trauma? Not just limping?"

"Yes unfortunately..." Ishida nodded solemnly. "She has trouble even standing up. It's not as bad that she can't, but it seems to put a lot of stress on her body. That is why I recommend getting her a wheelchair. She might not like it...but in this case..."

"I understand. May we buy one from this hospital?"

"Of course. Please come this way."


Hayate didn't object when Harry entered her room with the wheelchair or when she was made to sit on it. She just remained quiet as Harry pushed her out as well, even though there was a little controller on the right armrest that allowed her to steer it herself.

When they exited the hospital, Harry decided to speak.

"Do you remember your home address?" he asked.

"Yes," Hayate nodded.

"Do you know how to get there by bus or taxi?"

"Yes."

Harry let out a sigh. He was already starting to feel that getting the girl to talk to him would be a challenge in itself.

He couldn't blame her though. She lost both of her parents in a single night and now this strange man claiming to be a friend of her parents suddenly appeared and offered to take care of her.

Well, in this situation, he should probably just try to get her to talk.

"Then, let's take the bus okay?" Harry asked. "We can't fold the wheelchair after all."

Again, Hayate only nodded.

Harry couldn't tell if she was shy or just apprehensive in talking to him.

What he needed was something to break the ice. But speaking to new people was never really his strong point. He needed something to break the ice.

Looking around to make sure no one was looking at them, he leaned down close to Hayate.

"Want to see a magic trick?" he asked, as he pulled out his phoenix feather wand.

"Magic?" Hayate asked.

"Yeah," Harry nodded as he gave his wand an exaggerated wave. "Alakazam!"

Instantly, several flowers erupted from the tip of his wand, causing Hayate's eyes to widen in a mixture of surprise and glee. Harry felt a smile creep onto his face at the sight as he plucked the flowers from the tip of his wand and handed them to her.

"Wow!" Hayate said as she felt them. "Wow wow wow! They're really real! That's so cool! Are you a magician, Mr. Potter?"

"Perhaps," Harry said vaguely, returning his wand to his pocket and hoping that he didn't breach the Stature of Secrecy. Even if Hayate was a Muggle, she was technically his family member now and there were no other Muggles in the general area. Even if there were, he'd faked the conjuration as a simple Muggle magic trick. If he remembered right, George did something similar.

"Can you teach me?" Hayate asked with stars in her eyes.

"Magician never reveals his secrets," Harry said with a smile.

"Aww...why not?"

"Because it is important. You have to find out yourself."

"That's not fair..." Hayate said, turning her head to the side with a small pout.

"Don't be sad," Harry replied, patting her on the shoulder softly while inwardly congratulating himself on breaking into the girl's shell. "Magicians usually take students who are around eleven..."

He trailed off as Hayate looked back at him with eyes full of stars.

"Then when I'm eleven will you teach me?" Hayate asked, taking the hook.

"Well...we'll see if you still want to and can learn it."

The smile on Hayate's face then was blindingly bright.


The bus trip to Hayate's old home took about an hour, most of the time spent with Harry doing tricks for the girl seeing as they had the entire bus to themselves except for the driver. They were small simple things like pulling bills from the girl's ear and pressing it between his palms before opening his hands up to show that the bill had turned into an oragami crane.

Even if they were just harmless tricks, he really shouldn't have been surprised to see a man and a woman wearing suits and hats that covered their eyes standing outside of Hayate's apartment.

"Mr. Potter?" the woman asked as Harry quickly looked at his dictionary. "Can we speak to you for a moment...alone?"

"Of course," Harry nodded as he turned to Hayate. "Head on in and start packing first. I'll come in later after this."

"Are you sure?" Hayate asked.

"Yes, don't worry."

Hayate gave one last look to the suits before entering her apartment with Harry closing the door behind her. The two suits gestured for Harry to follow them around the corner back towards the elevator where they then rode it to the top.

"I don't suppose you remember me?" one of them asked, taking off his hat.

He was a younger man, probably a few years older than Harry himself but a little shorter than him, with short black hair much neater than Harry's own unruly mess and brown eyes. He held himself in a relaxed way but the sharpness in his eyes felt that he was on the lookout for something.

But from what his words, Harry felt that he should know him.

"Oh! Auror...Kurosawa, correct?" Harry asked, recognizing the man who made a bunch of jokes a few days ago only for his partner to smack him afterward.

"Yeah, Kurosawa Kousuke," the man nodded before pointing to his partner. "This is Auror Shirakawa Shirai, my partner."

"It's a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Potter," the woman replied as she took her hat off and offered him a respectful a bow.

Shirakawa stood about the same height as Kurosawa and seemed to be around his age. She had longer dark brown haired tied in a simple ponytail and light blue eyes. Unlike her partner, she seemed to be extremely businesslike, kind of like Hermione in a sense.

"I don't suppose this is for pleasure?" Harry asked.

"We've been watching you since you returned to Japan, this morning," Kurosawa replied. "Not that we suspect that you're here to do anything illegal, just keeping tabs on foreign Aurors is standard procedure here in Japan."

"We are concerned of you using magic out in the open, even if it is discreet," Shirakawa added, her eyes narrowing.

"It's not illegal is it?" Harry asked with a hint of worry.

"No it isn't," Kurosawa said quickly as he searched his pockets before pulling out a scroll. "It's not illegal to perform magic in front of Muggles as long as you make sure it's not something stupidly obvious like transforming a stool into a unicorn or turning a house into a dragon or if the Muggle is a relative. You just need to fill out an application and turn it into the Ministry of Magic that says you plan on taking up a side job as a Muggle Magician...if you plan on continuing doing your little flashy tricks that is."

"Sorry about that..." Harry replied, scratching the side of his head in shame. "I just wanted to try and make her smile a bit."

"We understand," Shirakawa said with a curt nod. "And that is why we're warning you instead of hauling you to our Ministry in chains."

"And I'm grateful for that. Really. But I don't know how to read Japanese."

"Then how did you fill out the paperwork for the adoption?"

"The Muggle there spoke English and walked me through the process."

"I see..." Shirakawa replied, rubbing her chin. "How troublesome."

"Sorry..."

"Then, why don't I help you fill it out?" Kurosawa suggested. "Shirai, why don't you help the girl pack if she allows it."

"Huh? What are you saying, Kousuke?" Shirakawa asked.

"Well we're not going to get anywhere if we don't get Mr. Potter to fill out the form, and unless you want to leave a poor disabled girl to pack her things by herself...?"

Kurosawa was interrupted as Shirakawa's fist met his face.

"Ah, I get it already!" she shouted as she stomped her way past Harry and back towards the elevator.

"This happens a lot?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Daily," Kurosawa replied with a smile and a thumbs up.

Harry wasn't sure if that was something to be happy about.


Hayate didn't know what to think.

One minute, her new guardian was confronted by two scary looking people in suits and the next they were helping her pack her things. They even carried in a bunch of cardboard boxes for her to use.

They even managed to pack most of her things by ten.

"Okay, looks like everything is done," the strange man said as he looked over the paperwork that Mr. Potter had been filling out.

Hayate's guardian responded with a sigh followed by slamming his head on the table.

"Not used to kanji?" the man asked.

Mr. Potter lifted his head up and looked at the dictionary he was using before nodding his head.

"Hand hurts," he said as he rubbed his hand. "Too many lines. Like I'm back at school..."

"Hahaha...that's one way of putting it...well, we'll get out of your hair now. Good night."

Mr. Potter just nodded as he sat straight up and showed them out the door.

When he returned, he collapsed onto the couch and let out a huge sigh and turned to his dictionary. He flipped through a few of the pages before turning back to Hayate.

"Sorry for that," he said, jerking his head toward the door.

"What were all those forms for?" Hayate asked, unable to help her curiosity.

"Forms to work here," Mr. Potter replied. "In Japan. Forgot to do them."

"Oh."

Silence filled the living room for a moment before the man cleared his throat.

"Well..." Mr. Potter began as he stood up. "Time for good girls to go to sleep, I think. I'll get the moving truck to come in the morning."

"Are you not staying?" Hayate asked.

"Sorry," Mr. Potter shook his head. "I need to check on things. Do you have a cell phone?"

Hayate nodded and quickly pulled out a silver phone which had the screen slide upward to reveal the keys underneath. Mr. Potter nodded as he pulled out an older model that flipped open and was black in color instead.

"Sorry, I'm not used to cellphones," he said as he held it out to her. "Can you put in your number?"

"Okay," Hayate nodded again as she took the phone from Mr. Potter and pulled out her own phone to check her number before inputting it into the contacts list.

As soon as she finished, she noticed something strange.

The contact list was completely empty except for her own number.

"Are you done?" Mr. Potter asked, trying to get a look at his phone.

"Ah, yes!" Hayate nodded, handing the man back his phone.

"Thanks."

Mr. Potter looked at the phone for a moment before pressing some buttons on it.

Suddenly, Hayate's phone started ringing. Looking down, she saw that it was Mr. Potter's number.

He mumbled a confirmation under his breath and nodded his head with a smile.

"Okay, I'm going to be away until morning," he told her as he walked around and placed his hands on the handles of her chair and steered her toward her room. "If something happens, don't be afraid to call me and I'll come as soon as I can. Okay?"

"Okay..."

When they got back to her room, she noted just how big it was without her things, save for the bed, pillow and blanket in the corner alongside a change of clothes for tomorrow. The only things left she had yet to pack.

"Umm...can you get on to bed alone, or do you need help?" Mr. Potter asked, snapping her attention back to him.

"Ah...yes..." Hayate nodded as she carefully pushed herself up from the chair and sat down on her bef before pulling her legs up as well.

Mr. Potter then helped her by pulling back the covers for her and then pulling them back over her.

"Okay, goodnight," Mr. Potter said as he placed his hand on her head and ruffled her hair.

The would-be intimate action was hesitant and a bit rough as if he wasn't exactly sure what he should be doing or even if he should be doing it.

"Goodnight..." Hayate replied as Mr. Potter stood up and walked towards the door, stopping to smile back at her and turn off the lights before closing the door, leaving Hayate alone in the darkness.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts before flipping onto her side and tried to get comfortable.

A little while later, she heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, telling her Mr. Potter had just left.

She tried not to think about how quiet the apartment felt now that it was just her living here.

Or the fact that it would be her last night in the home she had lived in for her entire life.


Once Harry was back up on the rooftop of the apartment building. After a quick look around, he Disapparated and reappeared at the steps of two story building in the middle of the city.

The building, the home had a boxy modern look to it compared to the other homes which were built were built more traditionally.

But like the other houses, it had a large front and back yard, encased on all sides by a three meter high wall with only one way to enter via the front gate.

The backyard also had an entrance that lead down to a basement as well.

Pulling his keys from his pocket, he unlocked the front door and entered the lit building.

"Kreacher?" he called out and the House Elf appeared in front of him with a crack. "Is everything almost moved in?"

"Most everything Master Harry wanted is here," Kreacher replied with a bow. "But Kreacher is wondering. If Master Harry buys new home, why not move everything from old home here?"

"Well...for one thing, there are somethings that I'd rather not bring over as they are illegal," Harry began, and the elf nodded in understanding. "For another, I thought it would be best to leave some things there, like a second or a vacation home."

In short, because both of them were still houses owned by the Potter Family, Kreacher could go back and forth between them at will and whenever he wanted.

To Harry, that house was "something that Sirius had left for him." And while that in itself was important, Kreacher's connection to that house was a lot greater than Harry's, being the home of the family his family had served for generations. So being able to return there at anytime was important.

"Kreacher understands. Kreacher will be going back to dusting."

And with that, the elf vanished, leaving Harry to wander around his new home.

The floors consisted of clean and polished wooden planks that thankfully didn't creak with each step like he thought they would, though he wondered if Hayate's wheelchair might scratch them up. He should charm them to prevent that.

The ground floor consisted of a kitchen with the dining area and the living area right next to each other, separated only by a wooden counter with an attached cupboard overhead.

Harry was glad he had Kreacher to cook for him, because he just knew he would bang his head on the cupboards if he tried to cook using the counter top.

The counter top and kitchen area were low enough to the ground that Hayate would have no trouble reaching them from her chair either, allowing her to wash her hands, and any dishes in the sink without any problem.

Great. He was already thinking of making his adopted kid do chores.

Ron would probably call him a monster and accuse him of getting a kid just to do chores for him. Then either Harry or Hermione will smack him upside the head and call him a prat.

Well, it will "build character" at the very least, and he wouldn't make her do things that were too difficult like weed the garden or take out the trash or clean the entire bathroom with a toothbrush.

He had enough of that as a kid.

It still would be a good idea to make Hayate do something though, or she might get suspicious of how things stayed clean without anyone doing anything due to Kreacher being around.

In the living area there was just enough space to put a few couches and the entertainment system he bought a while back but never had to time to sit down and really enjoy it due to his work against certain parties that were now doing life in prison.

There was, of course, also a fenced off fireplace across the couch and a bit away from the entertainment system just in case someone needed to contact him back home.

Of course, he would need to contact the Floo Network Authority first.

Besides the eating/living area combo, there was also a large empty bedroom that Hayate could probably use and a bathing room just down the hall with a toilet on the opposite side of the bathing room.

It was interesting to learn the the Japanese homes had separate rooms for the tub and the toilet.

On the second floor, there was the master bedroom, which Kreacher took the liberty of moving all of Harry's personal belongings into already, and another empty bedroom and another toilet.

Harry wasn't sure what to do with the third bedroom, but he might as well turn it into a guest room. It looked like they might be able to fit a few beds inside with some basic accommodations. Just in case one of his friends stopped by to visit or if Hayate wanted to bring some friends over to spend the night.

Overall, the house will be pretty decent once he finishes taking care of the magical side of things.

Walking back down the stairs, Harry took a glance at his pocket watch, which still had Britain's time on it as he was using his wristwatch for Japan's time.

It was almost three in the afternoon back there, which meant he'd better hurry or he'll be late.

"Hey, Kreacher!" Harry called out into the house. "Where's the Portkey back to Grimmauld Place?"

"Kreacher left it next to door!" came the elf's voice.

Harry turned back toward the entrance and saw a pair of ragged phone books lying on top of what Harry believed to be a shelf to store shoes.

Nodding his head and making a mental note to move them out of sight and out of reach (probably somewhere upstairs) before bringing Hayate into the house, he grabbed one of the portkeys and found himself back in his living room in Number 12 Grimmauld Place with the sun still high in the sky.

Harry could feel the double days he might end up living due to the timezones weighing down on him.


Hayate awoke the next morning feeling exhausted.

She wanted nothing more than to lie in bed and hope that everything for the last week had been nothing but a bad dream.

Reluctantly she opened her eyes and jumped at the sight of her nearly empty room and thought for one stupid second that she had been robbed until she remembered that she would be moving in with Mr. Potter today.

As if to confirm her memory, she heard someone moving things around outside her room.

She sat up and tried to swing her legs to the side, only for her legs to give a week turn and remain where they were under her blanket.

A frown crossed her face as she used her arms to push her legs off the side and slowly pushed herself toward the edge as well.

After getting dressed, Hayate was wondering how she was going to get into the wheelchair when a large thump sounded in the hall, which was followed by a string of loud and pained English words that she didn't understand.

She understood the feeling behind them at least.

Moments later, she heard footsteps coming toward her door and Mr. Potter poked his head in.

His eyes met her own before he pulled out the dictionary he was using and asked, "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, I was already awake," Hayate replied as she shook her head. Pausing for a moment, she then asked, "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Dropped box on my foot. But everything okay. Nothing broke."

He then looked around for a moment before stepping into the room.

"Do you want to go out and eat breakfast?" he asked kindly. "I don't know how to really cook. I found this restaurant last night nearby. I thought about getting something but I can't read. Can you help?"

Hearing an adult say that they can't read was not something Hayate ever thought she would hear. But then, Mr. Potter was a foreigner and probably couldn't read Kanji after all.

But back on the topic of food, Hayate realized that she had had nothing to eat but hospital food for the past several days and the thought of getting some real food again made her stomach growl. Loudly.

"So...yes?" Mr. Potter asked with a smile as Hayate lowered her reddening face in embarrassment.


After a few minutes spent finding Hayate's toothbrush so she could brush her teeth, the two of them were out the door and out on the street and standing in front of a van that Hayate was sure wasn't here the previous night.

"It's mine," Mr. Potter explained as he pulled out a set of keys and unlocked it, allowing the back doors to slide open.

The inside of the van seemed a lot bigger than the outside was what Hayate first thought of it.

Several of her belongings were already snugly stacked in the very back with plenty of room to spare. The back seats even folded up to reveal a section where a ramp slid itself down in front of Hayate so she could wheel herself inside.

And then there was the smell that blew out to her immediately when the door opened.

She couldn't quite place her finger on what it was, but she had a really good idea of what it was called.

"Is...this car new?" Hayate asked as Mr. Potter made sure that the ramp was stable.

"You could tell?" he asked after a moment and stood up. "Salesman said it was a good choice. I don't know anything about cars. Just said needed one to move to a new house and someone that used a wheelchair and they pointed me to this."

And suddenly Hayate felt uncomfortable.

Not because of the car, no it was a very nice car.

The seats were soft, there was a mini fridge filled with various juices on the other door and there was even a small TV that dropped down from the roof of the car.

Actually...yes, the car was the reason she was uncomfortable.

Above all the other amazing commodities it was new and had a wheelchair ramp. That meant he had bought it specifically for her.

She didn't want to know how much it cost, but Mr. Potter didn't even seem bothered at all.

Though he did seem afraid of or confused at all the buttons on the dashboard and couldn't tell which knob was for the radio and which was for the air conditioner.

"Well, aside from blowing out our ears, that was fun driving," Mr. Potter said once he parked in front of the restaurant.

"Mmm..." Hayate mumbled as she rubbed her ears. It was the last time she was going to say "Yes" if he ever asks if she was hot.

At least until he could tell the difference between the two.

As Hayate lowered herself down the ramp, she turned toward the restaurant and her eyes widened.

"That's..."

"Hmm?"

Mr. Potter walked around the front of the car towards her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking up from his dictionary. He followed her gaze to the restaurant then turned a few pages of his dictionary. "Bad restaurant?"

"No," Hayate shook her head. "I...it's nothing."

Mr. Potter continued to look concerned for a moment before retracting the ramp and locking the car.

They were lead to a booth in the back and Mr. Potter helped her into it before pushing the wheelchair against the wall so it would be out of the way.

The waitress placed two glasses of water in front of them as well as a pair of menus.

"Oh, some of it is in English," Mr. Potter said with a relieved sigh. "Uh...still can't read most of this..."

Hayate couldn't help but let out a small giggle at Mr. Potter's expense as he tried to sound out the characters and match them in his dictionary.

"Help, please?" he asked as pushed the menu toward her. "What is this?"

"That's a pancake meal," Hayate replied as she took a look. "You also get eggs and bacon with it."

As Hayate explained it to him, she thought that the meal sounded wonderful but she wasn't sure she'd finish it all.

"So...two of these then?" Mr. Potter asked, causing Hayate to look up at him.

"Huh?"

"You looked like you wanted that. Was I not right?"

He pointed toward the meal he just had her translate.

"Oh...uh," Hayate began, slightly embarrassed that her thoughts were shown so clearly on her face. "I don't know if I can finish it all."

"Oh that's okay. We can just finish it for you."

"Huh?"

For some reason part of Mr. Potter's sentence sounded off, causing Hayate to look up at him.

"I said, we could just take it to-go," he said, looking slightly worried. "Are you okay?"

"I...I think so?" she mumbled as she rubbed her ear. "What was that?" she wondered.

It didn't take too long for their order to arrive, only about ten minutes, though it felt a lot shorter as Mr. Potter entertained her with some card tricks.

When the pancakes arrived, Mr. Potter put away the cards and the two of them got ready to eat.

"Itadakimasu ," Hayate said as she clapped her hands together.

Mr. Potter, who was halfway through cutting a chunk of his pancakes looked at in confusion.

"Uhh...huh?" he asked.

"You say it before you eat," Hayate replied.

"Oh okay," he nodded as he placed his utensils down and clapped his hands together as well. "Ee..eetadakimasu?" He glanced at her. "Did I say that right?"

Hayate giggled and nodded her head.

As they ate, she asked Mr. Potter about himself.

She learned he moonlighted as a magician in the United Kingdom and he met her father after one of his shows and the two of them had hit it off over drinks. He was twenty-two years old and lived alone in a house his godfather left him before moving to Japan to take care of her.

"What about your parents?" she asked.

Mr. Potter let out a small sigh before answering.

"They're...not around anymore," he said, looking a bit off to the side. "I lost them when I was one. My aunt...she told me they died in a car crash," he continued, looking slightly upset at the memory.

"Oh..." she replied, feeling bad that she made him remember something sad. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay," he said quickly. "It's just a question."

Hayate looked down at her plate for a moment. She wondered if that was why Mr. Potter decided to take her in...because he also lost his parents the same way.

"Is...is it..." Hayate began but stopped. Could she really ask something like that? Did she even want to know about it?

"What?" Mr. Potter asked kindly.

"Is...it hard? Having no parents?"

She said it. She actually said it.

Hayate kept her head down as she heard the pages in Mr. Potter's translation dictionary turn and the man just pause. And then he let out a long sigh.

She probably made him angry with that question. She braced herself for what would no doubt be some kind of scolding, but when Mr. Potter spoke again, his voice was soft.

"It's...not easy," Mr. Potter admits. "Seeing other kids with parents...hurts sometimes."

Hayate slowly peeked her head up and saw Mr. Potter looking right at her.

"But, it wasn't all bad. I had my friends, their parents, and my parents' friends to look after me. If I needed anything, they tried their best to help me through it. Even when I don't want them too..."

He then stood up, walked around the table and knelt down beside Hayate's chair.

"That's why, it's okay to talk to me," he said with a smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I want to help you too, understand?"

Hayate looked up at the man and he just smiled at her in return.

She then blinked as she saw red on Mr. Potter's forehead. A lightning bolt shaped scar. It must of shown on her face because Mr. Potter just laughed as he brushed his bangs down in front of his face.

"I'll tell you about it some other time," he said quickly.

That only made Hayate even more curious about it but she decided to respect his wishes and not ask about it.

Today anyway.


Harry sighed as they pulled up to the day had only just started and he was already tired. He also suspected that it was only going to get even harder from here on out.

He helped Hayate out of the van and wheeled the girl up to the front of the house.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Is it good?"

"It looks amazing," Hayate exclaimed, clapping her hands together before turning up to him. "Are you rich...um...Uncle Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth to respond before looking back down at his book in surprise to make sure he read it right. "Uncle Harry?"

"Umm...is that bad?" Hayate asked.

"No...it was just sudden," Harry said as he ran the term through his head. "Uncle Harry...huh...okay, if you want to call me that, go ahead."

"Yay! Thank you, Uncle Harry!"

Well, this will prove to be interesting.


Chapter's End Corner

Harouki: Found this old fic and felt that I should try writing it a bit more. As with all my fics, this is unbeta'd and tossed up without any secondary proofreading except for when I type it.

Not too sure where I feel like going with this, or if I will continue it at all after this, but I've gotten a bit of a muse so we'll see now that some of the hard stuff is taken care of.

See you next time.