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AN: This new story was dedicated to my cousin who was obsessed with Harry Potter. Since I would be the writer, I decided to add my own obsession (Bleach - and Hitsugaya Toushiro) to this fic. Please do not assume that Soul Society would no longer be part of this just because it wouldn't be part of the starting chapters. Bleach characters would show up in later updates.

Beginning of the End
Prologue

"Regrets have no place in a battlefield."

Hitsugaya Toushiro stood in attention together with his fellow captains as his lieutenant faithfully stood behind him – as the other second-in-commands did a step away from their superiors.

Teal eyes gazed intently at the Seikamon with pure fire and determination. Resolve continued to build within him as the adrenaline of battle slowly coursed through his veins. There was tension in the air as they waited for what could be the last fight of their lives. His mind had already committed the memory of their faces into his mind, despite not being openly friendly to his comrades, he wouldn't forget them and would honor their sakes for this final showdown.

'I talk as if they will die…' He thought cynically, his eyes momentarily narrowing in disgust at himself.

When the large gates finally opened, he watched as all the present captains stepped forward in preparation. He chose to remain in place, causing his lieutenant to eye him with confusion. Before even this, he had asked the Captain Commander for this last moment, these last words. This might be the last time and he didn't want to regret anything.

'Not now, not ever…'

"Go with them, I'll follow shortly." Hitsugaya-taichou of the Tenth Division ordered his vice captain softly, his command more of a request on his part.

Matsumoto Rangiku hesitated for a moment, her silvery blue orbs staring at him with demand.

"I need this. I promise you'll see me there afterwards." He vowed tersely, to himself or her, he couldn't really tell anymore.

"Hai." The buxom woman nodded resolutely before following after the other captains.

Yamamoto gave the young prodigy a barely perceptible nod before ordering the others to trudge through the gate, alerting them to get ready for battle as soon as they stepped out. He wondered what made the old man to agree to this, after all, they needed all the officers to conclude this war.

'Or maybe I was simply too young…'

Breathing through his nose loudly, he turned around and gazed at his childhood friend in the eye. Shaky and slightly misty brown eyes glanced at him solemnly, almost sadly. There was pained acceptance glinting within those chocolate irises as a tentative smile broke out of her face. There was so much grief in that small curl of the lips, hidden agony highlighted by that acknowledgement of finally giving in.

"Hinamori…"

"It's alright, Hitsugaya-kun. Aizen-tai – I mean, Aizen-san needed to be stopped." The raven haired girl hesitantly said as she wringed her hands anxiously. "Or more people could get hurt. I tried to convince myself that he wouldn't do this. But, but…" She paused as tears leaked from her eyes.

He stood rigidly as he waited for her to compose what little dignity she had left.

"Every injured people I see, every person mourning here and there, I – I couldn't blind myself from the truth anymore!" Momo cried out in distress as she clenched her fists. "If it weren't for Unohana-taichou constantly checking up on me, I would have died when he tried to kill me, Hitsugaya-kun. I really have no importance to him." Her smile was full of heart ache and betrayal and the white haired boy felt rage ignite within him with every pain-filled word.

Then she bowed to him, teardrops falling on the ground.

"I'm also sorry, for everything I've done to you. I've caused nothing but pain for you, always being a burden. It took me a while but I've accepted that the Aizen-taichou I know died a long time ago and would never come back. I almost lost you too!" She exclaimed as she sobbed, not daring to raise her head. "S – Shiro-chan! I'm really sorry. Please forgive this bed-wetter Momo for pushing you away, you're the one who cared the most about me and, and…" She couldn't continue any longer as sobs wracked her fragile body, every sound that escaped her was full of guilt.

Momo jerked up in surprise when she felt a hand land on top of her head. Perplexed brown eyes looked through the haze of tears and she saw Toushiro smiling at her softly.

"There's nothing to forgive, Hinamori. It's all his doing, so stop being a cry-baby." He admonished gently as he helped her stand straight, teary eyes staring at him gratefully but at the same time, full of befuddlement.

"You forgive so easily, you should be angry at me!" She protested weakly as she helplessly looked for something within the depths of his teal orbs.

"As long as you mean it, I will always forgive you." He allowed a brief smirk to appear. "And it's Hitsugaya-taichou to you, Hinamori."

Her eyes widened for a moment before she giggled.

"Oh, Shiro-chan!" She ruffled his hair affectionately and to the boy's surprise, drew him into a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you…"

"Hinamori."

The girl pulled away when she heard reluctance in his tone and she looked at him curiously.

"After this war, we… we could go away – away from this." He stumbled over his words and he refused to look her in the eyes. "We could start over again. You and me… we could lead normal lives, away from battles, blood, and this grief… meet new people and just start over. Since baa-chan had died two weeks ago, it's just you and me. I'm not forcing you but I - I'm asking you. After the war, let's go as far away from this, away from being a Shinigami."

There was a certain hint of helplessness in his voice, a large amount of desperation, a clawing emotion of need to just let it go, and it sounded all too foreign to her ears that for a moment, she thought she was talking to a stranger instead of the proud captain her childhood friend presented himself to be.

It all sounded so simple to her ears.

Ever since their grandmother died… it had been so simple and it was now only the two of them.

'But…'

"What about our friends?" She retaliated with no real strength behind her words.

The promise in her childhood friend's words was like a dream that could come true, that would come true. They could forget all of this happened, that the man she admired had betrayed her in the worst way possible, that she had almost killed Toushiro because of said man, that the war Aizen had instigated was merely a figment of their imagination, that she had almost destroyed their friendship, and that they had become a captain and a lieutenant – they could just leave all those things behind like the past memories they'd endured.

It sounded all too easy.

And yet, Hinamori Momo found herself wanting that simple thing. It was like the light at the end of a dark tunnel. The sound of promise gave her hope that maybe, just maybe, they could leave everything behind in place of smiles, laughters, sorrows, and tears and normalcy. No responsibilities, no threat, no obligations and duties, nothing holding them back.

Like their life back in Rukongai.

Momo found out that she had missed those days too much where things were so simple – no complications, no turning backs, no betrayals and all they had was themselves for who they were and not for what they had become.

It was so easy and beautiful.

But it was just so far away from reach.

'Could we really…?'

Toushiro shook his head slowly as a sad smile crept up his lips.

"If they're really our friends, then they will understand, Hinamori." He then stretched out his hand as his teal eyes dimmed. "I could leave everything behind, even my captaincy. I never wanted to be a Shinigami in the first place." He admitted softly as he raised his head to look at the sky with nostalgia.

She gasped inaudibly.

"W-What?"

"I never wanted to become a Shinigami from the start. It was bloody, aggravating, these people knew nothing but to fight and implement laws on others just because it seemed right. I'm tired of it all, Hinamori. I became one so I wouldn't kill baa-chan with my uncontrolled reiatsu and to protect you. But even then, things were just crumbling down and I just want to let go of it all." He smirked sardonically as he looked at her with heartbreaking shine in his eyes.

"You're all that I have and I can't let anything happen to you. Being a Shinigami is making that very difficult." Toushiro chuckled distressfully, combing the outstretched hand through his hair.

"Shiro-chan…" She couldn't think of anything to say.

"You're my sister. You're my best friend. And I wasn't lying when I said you're all that I have left. Please, Hinamori… after this war…" He trailed off uncertainly as he lowered his head.

Toushiro jumped when Momo grasped his hand. He looked up to stare at her. A relieved smile on her lips, tears steadily streaming down her face as she nodded eagerly. Wide teal eyes gazed at her with surprise and asking for confirmation of what he thought about what she was trying to say.

"I… would love to."

He smiled at her gently before withdrawing his hand with nod. A determined look overtaking his expression as he gazed at her resolutely.

"I'll be back." He promised.

She grinned at him.

"You will."

He would.

Toushiro turned around, his white haori fluttering in the wind, with one last look over his shoulder he jumped through the Senkaimon – ready to win the battle.

And things restarted.

A Glimpse of the New World
Chapter One

"Past is simply a part of you."

"Hey, Mimi! Don't take too long in getting orders! There are other customers, you know!" He bellowed at the girl with annoyance, a vein throbbing at his forehead as dark blue eyes glared at her fiercely.

The girl in question just laughed as she winked at the bewildered family.

"Don't worry about him. He's just excited about more people coming here!" She smiled at them cheerily, carefully recounting their orders on her notepad.

The oldest of the males – obviously the father – nodded with understanding. The man was a regular in their food bar and it seemed he had brought his family along.

"He's quite lively, isn't he?" The wife commented with an amused flare in her olive green eyes.

"Oh yes! Han is really active when this place is packed as usual." Mimi remarked almost idly as she nodded to her list. "Well, I'll have to take your orders to the kitchen. Can't have you waiting too long, now can I?" The children laughed at her antics while the parents just shooed her away good-naturedly.

"Mimi!" Another angry holler followed and she sheepishly bid them a good time before going back to the counter.

All of the people who ate here were quite used to the yelling and most found it to be quite amusing – the sibling bickering were a sight to see. None of them minded since their banters were nothing too serious.

Milanee Smith or 'Mimi' was a thirteen year old petite girl with long black hair that reaches her waist – she had decided to add some blonde highlights which had caused into a comical argument between her and her brother – and the same dark blue eyes as the younger one. She was always cheerful and sweet. The customers loved her for her kind and gentle disposition while others simply enjoyed her ability to banter with her brother.

While her brother, Han Smith, was a ten year old small young boy with peculiar white hair. Others had teased him occasionally about it only to receive severe glares from him – the others who had been brave had asked if he had bleached his hair. It was natural. People were perplexed as to how it happened. He had dark blue eyes that could scare even older men when used properly in glaring (which he was so good at). He's also short-tempered, easy to annoy, and likes to have things in order. Not to say he was mean or unfriendly, he just didn't take to people as easily as his sister. It took time but he eventually opened up some. People loved seeing him because of his intelligent mind – his mature actions were also a sight to see. Though he could also be uptight, frigid, and cold when approached the wrong way.

Their pizza bar – Inverno é Prugna – was very famous in the city of London, England.

It had been established three years ago. According to some random source, their parents had started the main business. The children were usually the ones seen at worked during afternoon shifts – mostly, after school – and had taken care of the bar quite skilfully. But according to a teary eyed Mimi, their parents had passed away a year after the business had been going good. No one had been quite close to the siblings during that time so their family's past was still a mystery to all (they had only showed themselves to the public sometime last year).

Even then, it had not been kept secret that the two were foreigners of the land of England. Many people speculated about them of Asian origins with their starting accents (despite the obvious American names). They were definitely fast learners if they got the hang of things quickly, from customs, to accents, and even to lifestyle.

People adored the pair (more on Mimi's part and she had taught people to think so of her brother too).

"Oh, leave him be, Han. It's obvious that your sister is enjoying herself." A voice piped in beside the younger boy with amusement.

Han didn't react at all to the man's sudden presence while people nearby visibly jumped.

"Of course, let her be, Raul. We have customers waiting… unless your lazy lump of a cousin actually goes out there and does her job!" Han directed the yell at the kitchen area, people winced at the loud volume.

There was a loud thud, followed by a resounding crash, and finally a groan.

"I'm up! I'm up! Bloody hell, my ears are ringing!" A female voice complained loudly as a tall female appeared behind the counter and Han's eyebrow gave a massive twitch.

"Larissa! You were sleeping? On the job?" Han growled ominously, his blue eyes seemingly more vibrant. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you right now." His voice was laced with an icy threat, a displeased scowl on his face.

"Shut it, squirt." Larissa waved dismissively with a loud yawn. "You weren't the one staying up very late for college exams. I need a break. A serious one." The teenager lamented ruefully, settling herself beside the white haired boy as she settled her head on her arms.

Larissa Thompson and Raul Sanchez had been workers of this bar for a year and a half. They were the faces people usually see from the beginning of their meals here. They were cousins who had been living together since the death of their parents at a very young age.

Larissa was a tall eighteen year old female with chin-length brown hair and wide childish amber eyes. Han couldn't remember how many times he had to glare at the male population so they would stop ogling her instead of ordering anything. She has the average female body but she was very slender and lithe. While Raul was a twenty-three year old adult who possessed the same shade of brown hair only with mischievous gray eyes. He was going out with a woman named Rita McCevvie. These two were the acting parents for Mimi and Han since the death of the two children's parents.

But Larissa tended to laze around the bar and let Mimi do the work. But she does her fair share during mornings when the other was in school. She was the only person aside from Mimi who could get away for calling him short or anything synonymous to it. She's also quick-witted and resourceful – one of her job descriptions that had Han grudgingly complimenting her for a job well done (for the place décor).

"Not good enough." Han quipped nonchalantly as he managed the receipt and payment Mimi had handed him.

"Come on, Han!" Larissa nudged the boy. "Don't be like that." She teased with a sly grin.

The glass Raul had been in the process of wiping randomly shattered. The whole bar quietened at the sudden noise and all eyes landed on the man who frowned skeptically. Han tensed but didn't react, he had been fuming in annoyance at Larissa's prodding and when pushed over the edge, random things either shattered, got tossed to a wall, or simply flew out of someone's hand.

Mimi had the same problems though triggered for reasons other than anger – it was when she worried a lot, panicked, or simply got overly excited. There was even a time a newspaper suddenly got alight in fire.

"I got it!" Raul's loud sheepish voice rang throughout the place and people laughed.

Han sighed and glanced at Mimi helplessly who just shrugged and smiled.

That's going to be pulled out of his allowance.

"Han?"

The white haired boy looked up from his bed and saw Mimi hovering behind his door. He frowned before beckoning her to come inside. Mimi brightened and skipped into his room but there was an anxious buzz around her.

"It's not our reiatsu causing it! We've kept it locked for a long time… it's something else." He admitted with a sigh as one of his small hands combed through his untameable spiky white hair.

Mimi nodded in agreement.

"I know. I can feel it too." She then shook her head. "But it doesn't mean I know what it is. We can't even control it!" She exclaimed in sudden worry and Han had to shush her with an irritated glare to ask her to keep quiet.

"Mimi, use your inside voice!" He hissed to her vehemently, eyes darting to the door.

The girl giggled.

"You know, you've changed a lot. For the better too." Mimi remarked with a nostalgic smile. "I think we did what was right even though I was wondering how everyone else was doing after the war." Her eyes dimmed a little but the happiness hadn't been totally squashed.

He gave a small albeit reluctant smile. She was right. He was finding it much easier to smile, to chuckle, to get angry, and to simply let loose. It was exhilarating but at the same time, he felt absolutely vulnerable. But it was fun, he had come to befriend much more people unlike before because of it.

"They're strong people, Mimi. They could handle it." Han reassured confidently.

"But it doesn't stop me from worrying." She retorted with a pout as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You… you don't regret what we did, do you?"

Hearing the same uncertainty in his voice not too unlike those years ago, Mimi laughed as she reached out a hand and ruffled his hair. As usual, he swatted it away with an annoyed glare.

"Of course I don't!" There was indignation in her voice. "We're happy and that's all that matters." She stated resolutely.

"Aren't we going to be happy still if we stayed?"

She blinked for a moment in thought before she smiled sadly.

"We will be but it won't be the same. I loved it here now! We get to learn new things and we get to meet new friends! Others treat us like normal people! No one looks at me like I would break anytime and no one expects so much from you because of a rank or title." She argued as a pensive frown appeared on her lips.

Suddenly, he scowled.

"But I couldn't correct them now about my age." He grumbled, not liking the fact that people practically have free reign in treating him like a kid.

Mimi laughed.

"Han! It's alright, we won't be kids forever so just enjoy it for once! No one here will think of you badly for it. It may take centuries or longer than that but we'll get old eventually. Four years is still rather short in Shinigami standards." She pointed out curiously as he gained a thoughtful look.

"About that, I'm sorry, Hinamori."

She didn't know what stunned her – that he used her real name after such a long time or that he was apologizing again for something he had repented for all over again before.

"It's not your fault!"

He frowned deeply, unconvinced.

"It was my blade–"

"–that was not meant for me! I know! I forgave you even though it's nothing to forgive for! I recovered quickly, didn't I? I already told you that we'll go with this so I did everything to recuperate as quickly as I could. So here we are now! We're happy and I couldn't thank you enough because of it." She ended softly with a shaky breath.

Han then allowed himself to smile widely, just this once.

"You shouldn't, I'm happy too."

"So," Mimi suddenly gained a mischievous but curious look. The one that made him very uncomfortable. "How is Larissa doing? You were the last one seen with her."

He groaned quietly.

"She's a nightmare right now. Irritable, disagreeable, much lazier than normal. Lack of sleep, she claims."

"Doesn't she remind you of someone?"

Han hesitantly nodded.

"But with Matsumoto, it's the other way around. I'm bossing her all over the place unlike with Larissa, she's a bloody and sadistic slave-driver. She's enjoying the permission I gave her to order me around far too much than necessary." He shared with a confused tilt of his lips. "Matsumoto never took advantage of me like Larissa does."

Mimi blinked.

"You let her?"

"Why do you think I do her paperwork most of the time?" Han deadpanned dryly as he plopped back on his bed.

"About what happened earlier…" Mimi trailed off uncertainly, not sure how to proceed.

Han paused as he took in what she was getting at. Ever since two years ago, these random and certainly annoying things had started to happen. They had managed to make it look like accidents but as it gradually got stronger, it was getting hard to cover up.

After all, how could you explain it when the cab you had just ridden on lurched forward with no one on the driver seat just because you got too angry from within ten feet of it? Or how your shoe suddenly took off like a rocket? Or how a random frog had earned itself a tail just because you stared at it longer than you should?

He then shrugged.

"I seriously don't know what to make of it. But there's some kind of energy vibrating within us every time it happens. But it's out of our concept and we can't control it for some reason." Han speculated to himself.

"Maybe we need a medium for it? Like how we have our zanpakutōs or Asauchi for us." Mimi put in helpfully.

Han hummed in thought.

"Maybe." He then peered at the clock. "You should go back to sleep, Mimi, we have our shifts tomorrow."

She smiled before bending down and kissing him on the forehead, ignoring him as he made a disgruntled face.

"Goodnight, Han."

As she went out, she barely heard his words.

"Goodnight."

Han was currently wiping a random table when someone entered the bar.

It was still quite early and people rarely come at this hour. He looked up just to blink at the peculiar sight of a woman in green robes and a pointed hat. For some reason, her visage was fixated sternly as she looked around the place.

Chucking the rag at the counter, Han approached the woman silently.

"Do you need something, Ma'am?" The white haired boy questioned stiffly from behind her who had yet to notice him. She did jump a little at the surprised intrusion before she whirled around and eyed him gravely.

Looking around the bar much closely, she slowly nodded before facing the white haired boy once again.

"Are there people named Han and Milanee Smith situated here?" The woman asked pointedly, not even making room for small talk.

Dark blue eyes narrowed suspiciously.

He then studied the woman more carefully and noticed with surprise the bubbling energy simmering beneath her skin. It almost felt like…! Crossing his arms over his chest, he tilted his head to the side in a blunt show of disregard.

"Is there a reason why you're looking for them?" Han decided to ask as he observed the woman.

"I am Professor Minerva McGonagall." The woman introduced then she smiled. "You're Han Smith, isn't it?"

Han didn't show surprise as he blinked at her speculation.

"If I am, what is it that you need, Professor?" The white haired boy asked politely but at the same time, not directly answering her question. The woman nodded in approval.

"I come to deliver your acceptance letter from our school." She then handed two envelopes with their name elegantly written on it.

Now, Han looked confused.

"We haven't signed up for anything." The white haired boy remarked as he went to open his letter and read the contents.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Han Smith,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Han blinked numerous times just to confirm that he wasn't just imagining it.

In all his times in Soul Society, he had never heard of any school for Wizardry or anything. Were these people another kind of human race that they hadn't known about? That would explain it. There's also the fact that reapers rarely get assigned to this place due to the low – if nonexistent – number of hollows (an ideal place to blend in). And the number of Konso were low as well, the captains had shook it off as people's unusual long life span.

Now, it seemed that it wasn't the case as he read the letter. How come no one had heard of this?

He turned to the next page and saw the required items for a school year.

"You're seriously telling me that Wizards exist?" Han gazed up at the woman and managed to keep the incredulity out of his tone but didn't bother to cover up his skeptism.

Professor McGonagall nodded in understanding.

"Yes and you have been accepted to our school to learn and control your magic. I believe you had already been subjected to the annoying tendencies of accidental magic?" Her stiff and serious tone hadn't alleviated since her arrival but Han could've sworn he heard traces of amusement in her tone.

It never bothered him. He was at least twice this woman's age so he would let it go – for now.

But still, he didn't want to give in just yet. He wanted her to show some visible evidence so that he could discuss it with Mimi later on.

"It could be coincidences." Han argued calmly as he tilted his head slightly.

"Let me show you, Mr. Smith, how real our magic is." There was a hint of impatience in her tone. She brought out a wooden stick and Han instantly realized that it was the thing they called wands and he could feel that energy be regulated through the object and be focused there. She flicked her wand to a nearby table and it slowly levitated. Han didn't gasp in surprise nor he gaped… even though he didn't know about these wizards and witches, he had already expected something like this.

But what he couldn't understand was how he and Mimi developed these… powers. They were already dead and they had never shown any sign of having it until two years ago.

"I know it's real, I just want to prove that you are who you say you are." Han stated carefully as he focused his senses on this 'magic' as ludicrous as it sounded. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine the steady stream of it flowing out of the wand and blanketing around that table.

The woman blinked, apparently, she hadn't been expecting that answer. She cleared her throat as she slowly brought down the table and cancelled the magic.

"You have nothing to worry about. I assure you are not signing up for some joke or prank." Professor McGonagall assured confidently as Han nodded. Her eyes then moved around the place in search. "Where is Ms. Smith? I have to talk to her since her circumstances are… different from yours."

Han instantly tensed as he eyed the woman with distrust.

"What do you mean by 'different circumstances'?"

Professor McGonagall was quick to dissuade his unspoken accusations off.

"In Hogwarts, we go by age in school years. You are of the right age since you'll turn eleven in December as appropriate of a first year." Han didn't bother to deny or affirm her statement, just thinking of how they had acquired that information. "But Ms. Smith is already thirteen and the Headmaster had offered to let her self-study the first two years of class and a one-on-one with me so she could catch up with her age group at third year."

He nodded, accepting the woman's logic. But there's something bothering him.

"Why now? You could have come for her those two years ago and have her start normally." Han pointed out.

The woman blinked thoughtfully, wondering for the first time if she really was talking to a ten-year-old-soon-to-be-eleven boy. Come to think of it, he looked younger than that. Was he really fit to be a first year? Then again, he sounded more like an adult.

"This has been happening for two years?" Her voice had taken a hint of disbelief. "Then I apologize in behalf of our school for letting this situation happen for so long. We have just sensed the usage of magic here sometime two weeks ago. I humbly apologize." The woman's tone was sincere and something akin to a grimace appeared on her face as she muttered to herself and Han had only caught some words such as 'ministry', 'hard-headed', and 'foolish'.

"No offense taken." Han nodded to her as he crossed his arms over his chest – he had an idea as to why, the Kido barrier he and Mimi had set up might have covered up their tracks well.

"Then I will make it up to Ms. Smith by doing my best in getting her to catch up as a third year. It's a grave mistake on our part."

"Han!"

Said boy sighed as he eyed the professor exasperatedly.

"No need to get her, she'll be here right away." Han muttered as he beckoned the woman to a nearby table and sat. The woman nodded gratefully as she took the offer.

There was a set of loud footsteps coming from a staircase near the counter and both of them stared as a girl stumbled down through it. She was trying to fix her clothes – attempting to straighten the wrinkles – at same time, trying to smooth out her dishevelled hair.

Her dark blue eyes then landed on Professor McGonagall curiously.

"A customer?" She assumed as she tried to make herself look presentable.

"Not really, she's recruiting us to their school called Hogwarts. Remember those… incidents?" When she nodded reluctantly, he gestured to the woman. "Apparently, it was something called magic. Professor McGonagall wants us to attend this school so we could control it." Han explained as simple as possible.

Mimi blinked once, then twice.

"You're not joking!" She cried out in surprise when he didn't smirk at her – after all, she would never expect him to laugh out loud.

"I do not joke, Mimi." Han deadpanned dryly.

Oh right, there was also that.

The raven haired girl – Han refused to acknowledge the blonde abomination of highlights – flushed a healthy shade of red as she stared at the woman shyly. Shuffling her feet on the ground, she smiled at Professor McGonagall timidly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor." Mimi politely greeted as the woman in the pointed hat nodded.

"A pleasure as well, Ms. Smith." She then brought out a pocket watch from who knows where and frowned at the time. "Well, I should be off as well. I would be back by tomorrow afternoon to discuss your situations better and would escort you to Diagon Alley to fetch your school supplies. I trust that you would ready yourselves by then?" When the two nodded, she abruptly stood up and made to exit the doors.

"Professor!" Minerva stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Would you like to eat something before you go?" Mimi offered with an expectant look.

The woman shook her head as the girl deflated in disappointment.

"I would love to but I have other business to take care of. I'll see you tomorrow, children." She was out the doors before she had a chance to see Han's bristling reaction to what she had just called them. The boy was slightly startled at the sudden exit.

As the woman went out of the pizza bar, she was about to apparate to another muggle-born wizard's house when a boy roughly bumped into her. She stumbled back a step and frowned disapprovingly at the raven haired boy. But the boy didn't look up at her, just lowered his head some more, muttered some apologies before dashing passed her and inside the bar she had just walked out of.

Minerva frowned in thought. The child felt awfully familiar but was forced to shrug it off as she hurried to her next destination.

She had wasted enough time as it was.

When the raven haired boy rushed in, he was panting heavily as he leaned down with his hands on his knees.

"You're late. Twenty-four minutes late to be exact." Han counted off calmly as he rested his chin on his palm with his elbow propped up on the table. Dark blue eyes stared at the boy in front of him curiously, wondering what excuse he had to offer this time.

"I didn't do it intentionally this time, I swear!" The boy flailed his hands in front of his face as a sheepish expression got a hold of his face. "Dudley made a mess of the living room and I had to take care of it." There was a touch of distaste in his tone as he relayed his experience, grimacing as he did so.

Mimi gasped at that.

"That fat cousin of yours?" She questioned gently as the boy just nodded with a sigh, sluggishly approaching Han and sitting across from him. Before any of the boys knew it, Mimi was in front of the raven haired boy and hugging his head to her stomach. "Oh, poor Harry! Those evil, snobbish relatives you have! How come a good boy like you ended up in their custody?" She cried out in distress quite dramatically.

Harry laughed as he lightly pushed Mimi's hold off of him.

"It's alright, Mimi. I've endured ten years with them. It's nothing that I'm not used to." He waved off her concern as smoothly as he could since he wasn't lying.

But the girl just frowned in dissatisfaction.

"You shouldn't have to be used to it in the first place! And don't dare contradict me Harry James Potter! I'm older than you." Mimi exclaimed with a pout but her eyes were solemn as she regarded Harry's new clothes.

Harry Potter had started to work part time here eight months ago. Mimi and Han knew that the raven haired boy was underage to even consider working here (even illegal by law) but both knew that this was his last ditch effort to have some time away from his rather abusive relatives.

The boy had gone with his uncle in the main city in London for grocery shopping and Harry had gotten lost. His uncle didn't bother looking for him as he left his nephew there without a backwards glance – and faced with hunger, Harry had ate at their pizza bar, tried to ran away from the payment, and had been chased by Han quite zealously. After things had been cleared up, Mimi and Larissa were adamant in letting the boy stay here.

But Han knew that they couldn't do that, no matter how Harry wanted to be out of his relatives' hair, it might be considered kidnapping on their part. So instead, they had escorted him home and offered him a job – waiter, cleaner, or cashier – so he could stay there for some time.

At first, Vernon had been vehemently against it until they mentioned the payment. Han had taught Harry to only give half of it to the bloated man and to keep the other to himself.

Harry had saved a lot of money and was now able to buy himself some clothes that were not Dudley's hand-me-down-too-large shirts.

"Mimi, we've already discussed this countless of times." Han butted in tiredly as he sighed, still thinking about the situation with the Professor.

Mimi was already excited over the prospect of learning, he had already seen the sparkle in her eyes as soon as McGonagall left. But he needed a second opinion on this, someone he could trust about not being biased and would be willing to listen to him. Normally, Raul would be the first choice but aside from the fact that he's currently not here, the man might just laughed at him. Then there's Larissa, Han shuddered unintentionally. She might strangle him and tell him to talk to a shrink.

So that left…

"Hey, Harry." Said boy turned to him curiously. "Do you believe in magic?" Han questioned seriously, a frown marring his features to convey that any jokes wouldn't be appreciated. Mimi had gone quiet as she eyed Han, wondering what he would say.

Green eyes blinked behind glasses, suddenly unsure but not immediately disregarding.

"I'm not really sure." The boy told him with a shrug. "Why would you ask?"

Han sighed as he tossed the letter to the raven haired boy who took it with an intrigued look. Harry reminded Han of a certain teenager but more cooperative and polite – less hot-headed but still had a temper.

"Whoa, you got one too?" Harry asked with surprise as he read the letter over and over again.

"You did?" Mimi instantly squealed in delight as she leaned over Harry's shoulder and read the letter too while Han had a mildly taken aback expression.

Harry slowly nodded, his brows furrowing.

"Three days ago but Uncle Vernon ripped it into shreds before I could read it properly. So, is it true? What they say in here?" He turned to look at Mimi who just shrugged and pointed to Han who sighed.

"Apparently, yes. She even demonstrated this magic by levitating a table." Then blue eyes narrowed suspiciously at Harry. "Wait a second, if you got an invitation, then that means you're also prone to 'accidental magic' as she called them. How come we never heard of strange incidents from you before?" Han thought it wasn't fair, especially when you were trying to blend in with humans, only to have those strange things happen to Mimi and him.

Harry blushed as he averted his eyes.

"Well, things… happened. There are a lot of strange things, really. But mostly around the house, maybe it's why they called me a freak." Harry shrugged helplessly as Han's eyes narrowed at the offense.

"Those bastards…" Han hissed angrily under his breath, remembering the times he had experienced the same thing back in Junrinan. "They might know something of this, Harry. Since your pig of an uncle seemed to have a good idea about it."

"I could always ask or demand answers." Harry pointed out.

"No." Han cut in fiercely.

"Why not?" The raven haired boy asked with a little frustration, he wanted answers and his relatives had them.

"Han's right, Harry. If they already know this and hadn't told you anything from the start, they might just deny your claims." Mimi shook her head sadly but then smiled. "But you could go here tomorrow in the afternoon, the professor would be back and escort us into buying the materials needed for this Hogwarts." She offered brightly, her posture suddenly screaming excitement and Harry wasn't far behind.

"Oh yeah!" Harry laughed in realization – thankful to these two – and shared a high-five with Mimi.

Han then cleared his throat as he stood up.

"Now, if you're done playing around, you fools could start preparing. People would be flocking to this place in an hour." The white haired boy ordered as glared at the two grinning raven haired preteens.

"Why is Han always so mean?" Mimi pouted to Harry.

Harry shrugged.

"It's because Larissa isn't here to antagonize him." He answered ruefully as angry marks started to appear on Han's face.

"I can hear you, you idiots!"

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