Chapter 3: New Neighbors / A Helping Hand Lies Just Next Door!
This is a story of a young man and a young girl.
Two people from two different worlds that by all rights should never have met.
This is a new beginning for both of them.
A beginning of a new family.
"Are you insane!?" roared Hermione's voice from Harry's fireplace.
It was a week after Harry had officially adopted Hayate and taken her from the hospital.
He was sitting in front of the fireplace of the new house he had bought in Japan for him and Hayate.
Two floors with four bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. He made sure it had a fireplace so that he could communicate with his friends without racking up an absurdly high phone bill and so that he had a easy and legal way to travel back and forth between Britain and Japan.
"Shh!" Harry said quickly as he turned around to look at the hallway that lead to Hayate's room. "Hermione, it's midnight here! Hayate's asleep."
Not that it really mattered since he put an Imperturbable Charm on the door so noise would get in or out of it.
"Don't you shush me Harry James Potter!" Hermione all but hissed as sparks flew out of the fireplace, causing Harry to quickly brandish his wand at them, snuffing them out before they lit his rug on fire. "You vanish from work all of a sudden and a few days later tell us you suddenly adopt a six year old girl from another country!? I repeat, 'are you insane!?'"
"So you're saying I should just let the girl confined in a wheelchair go off to an orphanage then?"
"That's...that's not what I'm saying! Don't you make me look like the bad guy here, Harry! I'm just saying you should have thought it over a bit more instead of just sneaking into Hogwarts alone, and the Forbidden Forest of all things, just to get the Resurrection Stone back!"
Harry wanted to say that he wasn't alone and had Kreacher with him at that point but he then remembered just who he was talking to and decided it was a bad idea.
"Well, it still worked out all right," Harry said, crossing his arms and nodding his head. "I got out unscathed, I got the Stone, and Headmistress McGonagall is none the wiser."
Hermione simply let out a sigh.
"As long as you don't break anymore laws. You are an Auror. Remember?"
"Vaguely."
Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"So...tell me about this girl," Hermione requested.
"Not much to say so far," Harry replied. "Her name's Yagami Hayate, six years old. She's polite and energetic but has small periods of times where she just goes quiet, but that's understandable. I don't think she's quite got it around her head that her parents are gone. Speaks only Japanese so I have to use this auto-translating dictionary my boss gave me."
"Auto...what?"
"It's a book that translates all spoken words into text that I can read," Harry explained. "In this case English. Mostly broken English but at least I can understand it. I can also whisper to it and let it change into Japanese, which I then read out loud. Judging from the subtle reactions I get, my pronunciation is so atrocious to the point even Hayate cringes sometimes."
"Perhaps it would be a good time to study Japanese in your downtime?" Hermione suggested. "There are probably a few self-study books that are simple enough. I think there are even a few Muggle games made to let people learn a new language while having fun."
"Yeah but that requires either a person to play with or a game system, doesn't it?"
"I also heard that some people learned other languages by simply watching foreign movies and the like. You could probably use that dictionary of yours for subtitles. Eventually your mind will just link the English meaning to the Japanese words so that even if you can't read or write it, you can still understand and speak a bit."
"...You really put a lot of thought into this didn't you?"
"Learning multiple languages isn't a bad thing, Harry. I thought about learning French before but I've never found the time to focus in between work."
"That's a shock. I'd thought you'd force yourself to make time."
"I tried! But between my work in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and trying to find work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I just can't squeeze in time anywhere. I've tried!"
"Okay okay, I get it," Harry said, raising his hands up to calm his friend down.
"Anyway, back to Hayate for a moment," Hermione said. "Aside from the language barrier, everything seems to be working out fine?"
"For the most part. She's eating well enough thanks to Kreacher and the neighbors. She doesn't have any adverse fear to cars even though she's had her memory modified to believe a drunk driver killed her parents."
Harry scowled a bit at that part, unable to believe that he has to tell the same pathetic excuse to Hayate that his aunt and uncle had been telling him for years to hide the same fact that they were instead murdered by a Dark Wizard.
"But...?"
"But she's having trouble moving her legs sometimes," Harry sighed. "The Muggle Doctors say there doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong with them but..."
"You think she was hit by a curse then?"
"I did some basic diagnostic spells myself, I'm no expert but I can do that much, but there doesn't seem to be any sign of spell damage."
"It could be some sort of mental trauma. I've read somewhere that someone developed a limp in their leg even though they took a bullet to their shoulder instead."
"Yeah, the Muggle doctor said something like that but I didn't quite get it. Is it like how people lose feeling in their legs when they get scared?"
"I'm no expert on this Harry. But I guess letting her see a therapist might help. Though I'm not sure if doing it later or sooner will be better."
"I think I'll do it later," Harry decided. "After she trusts me a bit more. And speaking of which, Hermione? Are your legs doing all right? You've been talking for a while."
"Oh, I lost feeling in them about ten minutes ago," Hermione said in a tone that Harry couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. "Next time, I'm flooing over to talk to you. Good night or something."
"Yeah, night."
And with that the fire died out and disappeared along with Hermione's head.
"We really need a magical equivalent to cell phones..." Harry sighed as he scratched his head. "It would save on the leg pains..."
Harry let out a sigh as he lazed deeper into the armchair.
He was still sort of running on UK time, thus he was still wide awake even though it was past midnight.
With a sigh, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV to some random English speaking channel and stared absentmindedly at it as he thought about what happened in the last few days.
Harry was helping Hayate unpack her things in her room when he heard the doorbell ring.
The two of them looked at each other in confusion. Harry didn't give his address to his friends so there was no way they would be here and he doubted Hayate did.
"Maybe the neighbors?" Hayate suggested.
Oh yeah. Those.
Harry almost forgot that he rarely, if ever, interacted with neighbors. Never at Privet Drive for obvious reasons, and the Fidelius Charm of Number 12 Grimmauld Place made it so Harry never had to.
Of course, he couldn't just make this place unplottable due to Hayate being here.
Guess he'll just have to bite the bullet on this one.
"I'll be right back," he said to Hayate, who nodded and continued opening her box of books.
He made his way into the front hallway and pressed the buzzer for the front gate.
"Who is it?" he asked, looking up from his translation dictionary.
"Good morning, we're the Takamachis from next door," came the reply. "We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."
As he thought.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
He released the buzzer and walked out to the front gate and opened it.
Standing there was a man and a woman, a couple most likely. A man with short black hair, much neater than Harry's own, which wasn't all that difficult to be perfectly honest, and a woman with shoulder length brown hair. The woman was also carrying a small box of some kind.
"Uh...good morning," Harry greeted them with a nod. "I'm Harry Potter. Sorry about my poor Japanese. I just moved here."
"Harry Potter?" the man repeated before asking, "Are you American?"
English.
He spoke English!
"No, I'm English," Harry replied.
"I see. Well, I'm Takamachi Shiro and this is my wife, Momoko," the man said, placing a hand on his wife's shoulders.
"Welcome, Mr. Potter," Momoko greeted in slightly accented English, making Harry fully understand just what he had been doing to their own native language. "This is a welcoming gift."
She then handed the box over to him.
"It's a cake from our cafe," Shiro explained as Harry opened it up.
"Oh, thank you," Harry replied. He'll share it with Hayate with tea later. "I didn't really prepare anything myself though...umm..." What to do...what to do... "Would you like to come in for tea?"
It was the first thing that came to mind and Harry was half expecting the Takamachis to refuse the sudden offer outright but to his surprise, they seemed to consider it.
"Is that okay?" Momoko asks.
"Yeah. The only thing left to unpack is Hayate's room," Harry replied.
"Hayate?"
"Oh, I'm taking care of an acquaintance's kid. Hayate Ya...err I mean Yagami Hayate. It's last name first here right?"
"Yes, that's right," Shiro nods as he puts a hand to his chin in thought as he turned to his wife. "What do you think, Momoko? We don't open for a while and the kids are all at school."
School?
"Ahhh!" Harry suddenly let out a yelp, causing the other two to stare at him.
"Are you okay?" Momoko asks.
"I completely forgot to handle Hayate's school stuff!" Harry replied, running a hand through his hair. "I was so caught up in the move that it didn't even cross my mind."
The other two looked at each other before turning back to Harry.
"What school was she in before?" Shiro asked.
"She went to Omni Elementary," Harry replied, remembering the name from Hayate's file during the adoption process. "But it's kind of far..."
"Then why not enroll her in Seishou?" Shiro suggested. "It's closer and has a good curriculum. It's als an elevator school that goes all the way to University. Our youngest attends there as well."
"That might be for the best," Harry nodded before realizing that they were still at the front gate. "Oh, right...come in, come in."
He quickly ushered his neighbors in and they took him up on the offer.
"I already set the kettle so it won't be too long," Harry said as he lead them into the living room.
"Maa..." Momoko gasped as she looked around. "Your house is wonderful."
"Thank you," Harry said as he tended to the tea kettle.
"How did you get all this stuff in?" Shiro asked. "I didn't hear or see any moving vans."
"Had a friend of mine help me with most of the moving in the middle of the night," Harry replied truthfully. Kreacher was a friend after all. Kind of. "I didn't want to get in the way so we did everything as quietly as we could in the middle of the night. Glad I didn't wake you."
Shiro nodded as he and his wife continued to look around.
"Excuse me," Momoko began. "But who is this?"
Harry turned around and saw her looking up at the portrait of Albus Dumbledore.
Alarm bells were ringing in his head. He did not remember putting it up there. He thought it was still in one of his moving boxes. Kreacher must have done it without him knowing. But thankfully, Dumbledore's portrait was still as a statue, probably realizing that these were Muggles and thus didn't have portraits that could move.
"It's...the Headmaster of my Alma mater," Harry replied truthfully.. "He helped me be who I am today so I asked for a portrait of him to remember him by."
"Remember him?" Momoko asked. Harry wasn't sure if she didn't understand the phrase or was asking why he wanted to remember him but answered anyway.
"He passed away in my sixth year."
"Oh..." the woman then looked apologetic. "I am sorry for your lost."
"You must of thought really highly of him if you have his portrait," Shiro said as he turned toward Harry. "Most people don't really remember their teachers, let alone their headmasters or principles."
"Well, he was like a grandfather to me," Harry replied. "And sometimes, when I look at it, I can hear the advice he often gave me."
Harry let out a smile as the portrait of Dumbledore gave him a wink.
A door opened in the hallway and Harry heard Hayate's motorized wheelchair roll out of her room. He quickly left the kitchen area to go to her to see what she needed.
"Are you finished unpacking?" he asked.
"Almost..." Hayate replied holding her index and thumb a few centimeters apart before looking past Harry. "Are those the neighbors?"
"Yeah. Want to meet them?"
She gave a small nod and Harry wheeled her into the living room to introduce her.
"Shiro, Momoko, this is Hayate," Harry said as they came into the living room. "Hayate, these are our new neighbors. The Takamachis."
Harry briefly noticed a look of surprise at Hayate's condition from both the Takamachis but it lasted for only a second before they smiled and introduced themselves to Hayate.
The kettle started whistling at that point so Haryr quickly ran over to take care of it.
"Master...Master..." a low whisper came to Harry's left, from the fridge...
He quickly opened it up and saw Kreacher standing in there with a tray of sandwiches and kitchenware in his hands.
"For Master's guests," the old house elf answered one of Harry's unasked questions. "Only place to hide when guests come in..."
And there was the other question.
Harry nodded his thanks to Kreacher as he stood back up and set the tray next to the kettle and began pouring the tea.
"Anyone want milk or sugar in their Black Tea?" Harry asked in broken Japanese and got a response from the two females but Shiro opted out.
Harry was worried Hayate might clam up in front of strangers, but Hayate didn't seem to have a problem talking to the other adults as they enjoyed their tea. Though Momoko seemed to be doing most of the talking and Harry had problems keeping up.
"It must be hard moving to a country that doesn't speak English," Shiro said, leaving the girls to their own conversation, which Harry gathered that Momoko was suggesting that Hayate try to be friends with their daughter Nanoha, something Hayate seemed to be interested in.
"It's tough but I'm getting by," Harry admitted before holding up his dictionary. "My boss gave me a book to help with translations."
"Your boss?"
"Yeah...I worked at the Ministry back home."
"Really? And you just gave it up and moved here?"
"My boss has contacts in the Ministry here. He said he might see if he can't put me on board in a little bit. I was hoping to use that time to improve my Japanese."
It was a simple enough cover story that was completely true. Well, save for the part about him getting a job at the Japanese Ministry of Magic, though the thought had occurred to him.
"Uncle Harry is also a magician!" Hayate suddenly said. Apparently she and Momoko was listening to their conversation at some point, the woman probably filling in the blanks for Hayate.
"Really?" Momoko asked. "Can you show us a trick?"
"I only moonlight as one," Harry said. "I don't know if they'll be any good."
"Oh come on," Shiro egged him on. "No need to be modest. Just one wouldn't hurt."
"Well..." Harry began, pretending to think about it when really he was trying to actually come up with one that wasn't too fancy. "All right."
He started by pulling down the cuffs of his sleeves to show that there was nothing inside them before pushing his hand outward and conjuring a deck of cards in his hands while making it look like he did just slide them out of his sleeve.
Hayate was already eating it up and the other two were looking intrigued. Harry then held the cards out to his audience with the backs of the cards facing himself to show them that they were all different before shuffling them and holding the deck out to Shiro, who was the closest.
The man picked a card at random and Harry closed his eyes to let him show the other two before placing it back randomly into the deck which Harry shuffled again. Harry then made a showing by spreading out all the cards in a fan in his hand and then pushing them all back into one pile.
He did this two more times, and on the third flipped the faces of all the cards save for one Shiro picked and held it up to them.
"Is this it?" he asked with a smile as he saw the man's surprised face.
"Yeah that was it," Shiro nodded as the other two clapped for him. "I don't suppose you'll tell me how you did that?"
"A magician never reveals his secrets!" Hayate said proudly as if she was the one who performed the trick, to which Harry just smiled.
"You heard her," Harry replied simply to which Shiro just laughed which Hayate and Momoko joined.
"Do you do birthday parties?" Momoko asked to Harry's surprise. "You must perform for Nanoha's birthday party sometime."
"Come now," Shiro said to his wife. "That's practically half a year away."
Then Hayate stopped laughing and began to fidget with the hem of her skirt.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked quickly. Was she in pain?
"I...um...have to..." she said slowly, looking a bit flushed in the cheeks...
"Have to..." Harry repeated before it dawned on him. "Oh. Oh! Ohhh...uh..."
"Would you like me to take her?" Momoko offered and both Harry and Hayate nodded quickly.
"Please! Thank you. Last door to the right in the hallway."
As Momoko led Hayate away, Harry slumped into his armchair with his face in his hands. That could have gone better and he really should have realized that problem. In fact...he wasn't even sure how she would be able to bathe by herself.
Was he going to have to help her?
The thought worried him greatly.
"She's a strong girl, that one," Shiro said suddenly, causing Harry to look up.
"Pardon?"
"Hayate-chan," Shiro continued, looking Harry in the eye. "From what I can see, she wasn't born needing the wheelchair, correct?"
"Yes...that's right. How could you tell?"
"She didn't seem very comfortable in the wheelchair. She was constantly shifting around and moved her legs with her hands often. It tells me that it was a recent thing."
Shiro was a sharp man. Harry needed t be careful with that.
"Do you mind if I ask why she needs it now?"
Harry thought about it for a moment.
There was no reason to tell the man but he couldn't think of a reason not to tell him either.
"Did you hear about the...umm car accident a few days back?" Harry asked slowly.
"Yes, it was all over the news for a week..." Shiro nodded before Harry saw the realization in his eyes. "You mean..."
"Yeah..." Harrt nodded, the feeling of guilt and sorrow hitting him once more. "Hayate is a survivor...the survivor..."
"Ahh..."
Shiro just held his chin in thought for a moment before continuing.
"So...pardon me if it sounds too intrusive, but why did you decide to care for her. From the looks of things you two seem to be a bit...awkward with each other like you didn't really know each other. She did call you 'Uncle' but..."
He was really sharp. Harry was sure that Shiro had to have been in some sort of law enforcement.
"Yes...well...we only did just meet each other yesterday," Harry said slowly, rubbing his hands as he tried to piece together the words. "I knew her father through my work but just as a passing acquaintance. I probably only had one real conversation with the man and when I heard that he and his wife died and Hayate was left crippled and alone with no other family...well...my friends called me mad but...I couldn't in good conscious just leave her alone after I heard. I mean...sure I could have left her to an orphanage. I mean I didn't really have any reason to even do it...it was just a spur of the moment decision and before I knew it, I was already signing the adoption papers..."
Harry sighed as he slumped back into his chair.
"My friends say that I have a 'saving people thing,'" he added with a wry smile.
Shiro, for his part, just smiled back at him.
"Well, I think your friends know you very well," Shiro said and Harry can't help but laugh at that. "For what its worth, I think it's a good thing you've done, if only just a bit reckless. Was it okay to just drop your job like that?"
"Yes, well...probably not," Harry admitted, even though he did take a paid vacation. "I've inherited a lot of money from some relatives so I don't really need to work. I just do it to keep myself from being idle. Though I do expect I'll be getting an earful from my friends any day now."
Shiro let out another small chuckle at that.
The Takamachis left after Momoko came out with Hayate, saying that they had to tend to their cafe now and gave Harry coupons to use should they decide to come take a look.
They promised to come back later with all their children in tow, to which Hayate was excited for while Harry was slightly worried.
He had to make sure nothing that linked him to the magical world would be discovered after all. But he can't very well move Dumbledore's portrait now.
He'll just have to be more careful in the future.
"They were nice people, weren't they?" Harry asked Hayate.
"Yep!" Hayate replied with a smile. "I wonder what Nanoha is like? I hope we can be friends."
"I do too," Harry said patting her on the shoulder. He then looked back into the house. "Oh...we completely forgot about unpacking, didn't we?"
"Ugu..." Hayate made a small noise of shock. Looks like she'd forgotten as well.
He let out a laugh as he wheeled her back into the house.
"They seemed nice, didn't they?" Momoko asked her husband as they walked to their cafe.
"Hmm..." Shiro replied noncommittally.
"Is something wrong?"
"No...I'm just worried about how those two will get by..." Shiro admitted.
"Well, we'll just have to help them, won't we?" Momoko asked. "Teaching Potter-san Japanese might go a long way in that."
Shiro just nodded without saying anything.
Harry Potter. Now there was a strange man.
Not too many people would just drop everything they had to take care of a child they had no relation to on the other side of the world. Especially considering that he seemed to know about the traffic accident, while horrible, was nothing that needed to be on the world news that a man in a foreign ministry would need to know.
He might have been on a business trip to Japan and learned about it then but then he would have needed more time to move all the furniture into the new house. None of it looked new either, meaning he couldn't have just bought it all the night before, let alone move it all in and set it all up in one night.
Then there was the nature of the "car accident." If Harry hadn't been on a business trip when he heard, then that meant the British Ministry was involved in the accident. An accident that caused the death of a few dozen people save for one little girl made Shiro believe it was a terrorist attack instead and the government was covering it up.
But then where did that leave Harry and Hayate?
Perhaps it was because he himself used to be a samurai bodyguard before an injury forced him into retirement, he can't help but think Harry was some sort of secret agent sent to protect Hayate who was in fact, the target of the terrorist organization. Things like MI6, SIS, and FECB came to mind thanks to those popular spy movies.
At the very least though, Harry seemed honest with his intent on helping Hayate and the girl seemed to like him. Not to mention that brief look that he had when talking about the accident, one that Shiro knew well.
Guilt and regret.
The question was why? And for what?
"Shiro?" Momoko's voice quickly knocked him out of his thoughts.
"Ah...sorry," Shiro replied quickly. "I was just hoping Nanoha would be a good friend to Hayate."
"Of course she will be!" Momoko said, pretending to look hurt that he would trust their daughter. "Nanoha is the kindest girl in the world!"
"And you are in no way bias at all," Shiro muttered quietly but she must have heard him as she gave him a small shove.
Well, regardless of whatever trouble Harry or Hayate was getting up to, they seemed like good people that are just trying to live peacefully. And so long as they were his neighbors, Shiro decided he should do his best to make them feel welcome.
After all, a man who tried to make his adopted child smile with extremely flashy card tricks can't be all that bad.
"Ah..." Momoko suddenly let out a small gasp.
"What?" Shiro asked quickly.
"We forgot to talk to them about school."
Shiro can't help but stare at his wife for a moment.
"Oops," came out of both of their mouths at the same time.
Harry and Hayate continued shifting through Hayate's belongings and sorted through them.
Most of her clothes were already stored in the closet or her dresser and they were now just pulling out her books. Harry was surprised she had so many of them. Sure, plenty of them were little picture books or comic books that matched a girl of six years old, but some of them were decently sized novels and few of them had zero pictures whatsoever!
"I like reading?" Hayate offered when Harry held up a copy of...well...something. He couldn't actually read the title but it was at least 500 pages...
Hermione might just love Hayate.
Harry looked up from the box he was unpacking and looked at Hayate's desk. It looked pretty plain right now. Just a lamp, and a lot of books that she was in the middle of reading and didn't want to put on the bookshelf just yet.
He had no idea what to buy to help fill it up though. A computer maybe? But she seemed a bit young for one. Maybe he'll just wait and see what she needed or wanted. He was probably thinking too far ahead. For now he should just worry about the here and now.
With that said, he looked back down and saw the strangest looking book he'd ever seen. It was a large brown book with a yellow cross in the center of it. Even more strangely, it had chains wrapped around it and a large golden lock keeping it shut.
It was completely suspicious...and it reminded Harry a bit too much of another certain book he had to deal with ten years ago.
"Hayate..." Harry began slowly.
"Yes?" the girl asked, looking up from her own box.
"Is this yours?" he asked, showing the girl the strange book.
"Yes," Hayate nods.
"Where did you get it?"
"I don't know. I've always had it. I never found the key though so I never opened it. I thought it was a family heirloom or something."
Hayate took the book from him and found a stand in one of the other boxes before setting it up on her table like it belonged there.
Perhaps he was just being paranoid? It looked just like an ornate book. And he had no proof it was magical. It can't even be opened and Harry had no intention of trying to open it magically until he knew exactly what it was. Then again...if Hayate had had it for years and nothing happened...
"Is something wrong?" Hayate asked.
"No...it's nothing."
He shouldn't jump to conclusions. It could just be a normal valuable book. The best thing to do would be to just send a picture of the book to the Japanese Ministry of Magic and see if they can find a reference to it. Until then, he'll leave it alone.
If nothing has happened in the years that Hayate has had it, then actively tampering with it might set off some sort of trap.
For now...since they finished with the unpacking...
"Hungry?"
Even though they just had tea on top of a large breakfast, Hayate nodded her head vigorously.
Hayate was sitting on the much more comfier couch watching TV, trying desperately to drown out the noise that was going on in the kitchen behind her.
"Umm..." she began as she turned around slowly.
"It okay!" Uncle Harry called back. "I have it!"
When Uncle Harry asked if she wanted to eat, the girl who had nothing but cardboard and bland tasting hospital food for over a week immediately agreed.
And then the other shoe dropped and he said that he hadn't cooked for himself in a long time. She had asked where the sandwiches from earlier came from and he replied that he pulled them out of the fridge while serving the tea.
Feeling fearful for both her already lowered health and the the new house, she asked for something that did not require the use of a stove.
And thus, Hayate was left to worry as she heard the clanging of dishes and utensils, something that should not be so loud and so numerous when making something simple like sandwiches.
"Can I..."
"No no! I got it!"
It was in English that time, but she still understood the intent behind them...
Uncle Harry was being stubborn.
"Sorry..." Uncle Harry sighed, hanging his head as Hayate looked at the tray of sandwiches in front of her with a bit of amazement.
There were a lot of different kinds of sandwiches. Ones that had sauces and cold cuts while others just had various jams in it.
It looked like Uncle Harry changed his mind on what he wanted to make...or what he thought was easier to make half way through.
They were also pretty messy and uneven with various bits sticking out from under the bread.
Nevertheless, Hayate picked one up, peanut butter it looks like, and took a bite. It tasted fine but...
"Something wrong?" Uncle Harry asked quickly. It looks like it showed on her face. "You can spit it out if it's bad..."
"I don't like chunky peanut butter..." she replied as Uncle Harry staggered a bit.
Other than that, everything was perfectly fine...though maybe a little strange.
Author's End Corner
Harouki: I keep feeling that there should be more to this chapter, but nothing is standing out to me all that much. Oh well, I'll just update and work on the next chapter.
In case anyone was wondering about the dual titles, I've been just playing around with the theme naming. The First Title is short and sweet, along the lines of the Harry Potter Novels. The Second Title is long and flowing, just like the Episode titles for Nanoha and Nanoha A's, though without the "nano" at the end. I would love to do that, but it sounds too...well, you know...even more so than it already is.
Next Chapter we'll meet White Devil-chan! Maybe! If I ever get to writing it!
Also thanks to those few people who spotted my mistake. I completely forgot that Harry cooked for the Dursleys...oh man...Quick Fix!