The audience walks through the office doors, where they find a massive pile of papers covering where the desk was supposed to be. A pale woman with long icy violet hair stands before it, holding another stack of paperwork in her arms. Ogremen stands to the right of the pile, wincing at the sight of the papers in her arms.

"In addition," she says to the pile, not aware of the people behind her, "You also need to sign the form for-"

"I REFUSE!" Matoro yells as the papers are flung away from him as he shoots up, energy billowing around him, "I AM THE IKUSAGAMI OF ALL MYTHICAL REALMS, MAGICS, AND CREATURES! I REFUSE TO SIGN ONE MORE OF THESE DAMN OBJECTS FROM TARTARUS! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULD DO THIS, YASAKA!"

The woman, now identified as Yasaka sighs, before slamming him on the head with a massive fan made completely of ice. "Behave!" she snaps irritably, "Ikusagami you may be, but you still have responsibilities, such as these papers!"

Ogremen notices the readers standing awkwardly near the door, and moves to stand between the two, who are now glaring at each other. "Sorry about this," he apologizes, "We've been quite busy, so we haven't had much time to work much on anything, such as the third chapter to the story."

He gestures to Yasaka and says, "This is Yasaka, a Yuki Onna who is Matoro's secretary. You kinda caught them at a bad time, here, so why don't I just tell you all the next part then, okay? They'll be arguing for a while, so no worries about interruptions from them."

"So... Where were we last time? Oh, that's right!

"Now, let me say right off the bat that the Harry Potter and Bleach franchises and characters belong to their respective owners, as well as the songs that you'll see in this chapter."

"Welp, here we go then! Here's Chapter Three of Lord of the Hollows!"

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~Next Morning~

The next day, Harry woke up with a start, causing the equipment that he was hooked up to send out a silent alert to Unohana and her lieutenant was Isane Kotetsu. As he looked around the unfamiliar room, he noticed his plushies at the foot of the bed and immediately grabbed Bee Bee. He was kind of scared that yesterday had been a dream, but considering his plushies were here, maybe it hadn't? He hoped it hadn't, but if it was, he would cherish it forever, as it would be the one memory that the Dursleys couldn't tarnish.

At that moment the doors burst open as Retsu Unohana entered the room in a fearful way, only to relax when she saw Harry looking at her in confusion and obviously trying to figure out where he had seen her before. When it had donned on him where he had seen her before, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Godmommy!"

The Shinigami captain smiled warmly at him as she moved to sit at the foot of his bed. "Hello, Harry," she said softly with a giggle as she ruffled the boy's eternally messy hair, "I see you're awake then. How are you feeling, little one?"

"Better?" Harry replied questioningly as he hugged Bee Bee to himself. "What... what happen?" he asked cautiously, remembering a lot of pain.

Unohana smiled sadly. "You had something bad in you and we had to extract it dear," she said gently. "Thankfully, the process of removing it went well," she added. "It's gone now, and won't be able to hurt you ever again," she finished. Behind her, Isane smiled, glad that her surrogate little brother figure was going to be ok.

Harry smiled, glad to hear that. "Where mommy?" he asked curiously. After all, his godmother was here, but not his mother.

"She will be here soon. She should be waking up any time now," Unohana replied smiling. She then pulled out a vial. "Here, Harry, drink this, and then eat up ALL of the food we give you, ok?" she said as Isane left and then returned with two trays laden with calorie heavy foods.

The little boy's emerald eyes widened at the sight of the food. He looked to Unohana, a questioning look on his face. When she smiled and gestured to the trays, he grabbed the vial and drank it before reaching for the closest roll to him and began stuffing it in his mouth. His cheeks were puffed out, making him look almost like a black messy haired chipmunk. The two women giggled at the sight, amazed with how fast he was consuming the food.

"You might want this, kiddo," Isane chuckled as she handed him a tall glass of water. "Can't have you choking on all this good stuff, now can we?" added as she ruffled his hair, a warm smile on her face as she watched the child continue to eat after taking a large sip from the glass.

As they watched him eat at a surprising pace, obviously enhanced by the nutrient potion that Unohana had given him, she gently tapped Harry on the shoulder. "Harry, I just need to go and talk with one of my colleagues, ok?" she said. "Then I will be right back!" she added. "Isane will be here to watch you, and get anything you need till I get back, ok?" Unohana finished, to which Harry nodded.

Unohana then got up and left the room. She was going to message Mayuri and see what he had discovered about the Horcrux.

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~Squad Twelve Barracks~

~Song Start: Naruto Soundtrack - Orochimaru's Theme~

Mayuri cackled as he worked on the 'poor' Horcrux, studying it, prodding it, poking it, and most importantly, measuring it to previous Horcruxes that he had managed to extract. The black mist with red eyes screamed in pain as a surge of energy went through it, scanning every single part of its magical soul body. When it had been extracted, it had been turned into its own soul, although, there was something... wrong, with it.

However, a noise caught his attention from one of the devices hooked up to the dark object. He giggled maniacally as he moved over to the large computer, eager to see what it had just uncovered. "So, my little pretty," he sniggered as he all but pressed his face to the screen, "What have you got for me, hmm? Something good, I hope."

He let out what could have been a cackle, had he not cut it off with a gargled noise as he read the results. "WHAT THE F&% !" he screamed out in shock at the information in front of him. "HOW THE HELL IS THAT POSSIBLE?! FOR THAT TO WORK IT'D TAKE... Oooooooohhhh. Kukukukukukukuku. So that's how the brat becoming a Horcrux makes sense then."

"Captain Mayuri?" Came a familiar voice from behind him. The crazed and perhaps slightly mad scientist turned to see the Head Captain and Unohana had come through the door. "Judging by your reaction, I take it that you found out something about this Horcrux? Yamamoto asked.

"If by 'something' you mean the fact that THE F%$ ING IDIOT WHO THIS HORCRUX BELONGS TO HAS SEVEN MORE OUT THERE, then yes, I definitely found 'something'," the Twelfth Squad Captain replied, somehow managing to change from talking, to shouting, and then back again like it was an everyday occurrence.

"T-that's horrible!" Unohana said in horror at the revelation her comrade had discovered. "Seven Horcruxes are unheard of before now!" she shouted in frightened shock. "To mutilate ones soul seven times, its... its... it's just unheard of!" she said frightened. As a healer, her worst fear was to commit wanton murder, but clearly the man who had made the Horcrux was such a person.

"That would explain how Harry became a Horcrux without a ritual, then," Yamamoto sighed. To be honest, I had thought that this would be the case."

"How so, sir?" the Shinigami medic asked in confused horror. It was impossible for a Horcrux to be created without a ritual. It just wasn't possible... right?

"When a wizard splits their soul to create a Horcrux," her superior explained, "It puts a strain on the soul. It's actually why no one, not even Herpo the Foul, had attempted to create more than one. As you split your soul repeatedly, however, the strain becomes even greater. That's why Harry became a Horcrux. His attacker had foolishly created so many that when he was defeated, his soul couldn't take the damage and split again as a result of that instability."

"Herpo had learned this when he almost made a second one," he continued, "As when he tried it, he had felt the strain on his soul, and stopped the ritual before it could be finished. Voldemort, on the other hand, must not have studied Horcruxes enough, otherwise he wouldn't have made seven of them in the first place. He most likely won't be attempting to make anymore, though."

"Why is that, sir?" Unohana asked in confusion. "Wouldn't that just create another one?"

Here, the Head Captain's face became grave as he replied, "I'm afraid that isn't the case in this scenario, my dear. If he had only made maybe six, then he could be able to make another. However, now that his soul has reached the maximum amount of times it can split, it makes it too dangerous to try for another. If he did, then his soul would fragment and be destroyed; every single fragment of it would die. He wouldn't even be able to become a soul, as there would be nothing left."

Mayuri chuckled evilly at the thought. "Does this mean I have permission to use this fragment to find others?" he asked hopefully.

"Is that truly possible?" the Fourth Division Captain asked. "Shouldn't it be untraceable? Any Horcruxes we have found over the centuries were untraceable."

"That's because there were never more than one," Yamamoto replied to her, "Souls tend to leak more excess energy when they are split more than once, which can be traced if you have the right energy detection equipment. Mayuri happens to have said equipment in case anyone was foolish enough to try and do so." He turned to Mayuri. "So yes, Mayuri," he said to his psychotic subordinate, "You have my permission to track and eliminate all the other fragments."

"I'll need the one we have alive in order to do so, sir," the Twelfth Captain replied with an eager yet thoughtful nod. "There's still something 'off' about this one, so I would like to be able to examine it more," he added.

"Let us know what you discover with time," the Head Captain ordered. Turning to Unohana, he said, "I shall take my leave. I hope you manage to heal the child we share god parent status with over."

"Of course, sir," she replied with a nod, "Harry should be right as rain and able to go home by the end of today. Isane is watching him for now. Most likely she is playing with him to help pass the time till his mother gets up and heads over to my barracks."

~Song End~

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~While Unohana was dealing with the Captain of Squad Twelve, and Isane entertains Harry~

Suì-Fēng smiled as she woke up this morning. She would soon see her son again after bringing him to the Soul Society for healing. She was eager to see how he was doing now that he not only knew who his true mother was, but the status of his condition as well. Leaving her room, she found her father waiting outside.

The tall black eye and haired man raised an eyebrow at his youngest, his arms crossed across his chest. "So," Huì-Fēng started as he drummed his fingers against his arm, "What exactly have you been doing, daughter of mine? I heard that you had been sighted at Unohana's Barracks, and with a small child no less. Care to explain yourself?'

"Father, you should know better than anyone that one's private business is just that. After all, what did mother say when she discovered your collection of... 'collectibles'... was it?" His daughter raised her eyebrow as she replied with a frown. She then smirked as she saw his face pale at the memory.

"Ehem," he coughed into his hand as he tried to keep his dignity, or lack thereof, "Yes, well... I guess you do have to have your secrets. After all, you are the heiress to the entire Fēng Clan. I suppose I will drop it if you answer just one question."

"And that question is?" Suì-Fēng asked, still smirking at her father.

"Was the child my grandson?" Huì-Fēng asked, his expression turning serious. "I know that while you do care for children, no child has ever made you act like what I had heard of since Harry disappeared."

It honestly didn't come as a surprise to the young Shinigami that her father had already guessed her son's identity. After all, the entire Fēng clan, what remained of it anyway, knew that she had married and had a child with James Potter. At first, Huì-Fēng had been outraged to learn that his only daughter had fallen in love with a 'living', but, after he had gotten to know the young wizard, he had warmed up to him over time.

He had looked at James like a son and had often loved to join him and the other Marauders in their pranks, much to his daughter's dismay, though secret amusement... sometimes. He had also been the one to warmly and joyfully walk his daughter down the aisle on their wedding day and had comforted her when she had to make the hard decision of leaving James and her son.

They had been working together to find a way to allow the two to be able to live in the Soul Society with them when they had learned of the attack. Huì-Fēng had personally led his sons in many searches to find the lost Potter's soul. However, they had still yet to even locate him, leading the Clan Head to believe that something might have gone gravely wrong that night.

He had been the one to help Suì-Fēng the most during the first few weeks after the attack, as she had nearly gone catatonic during that time. He had even been forced to feed her all her meals, as she had lost the strength to even lift a spoon or fork. When she had recovered, he had done everything to help her in her search for her son, his grandson. Unfortunately, all his sons had perished on missions against insanely powerful Hollows.

However, it had seemed as if all their searching was in vain.

Until now it seemed.

With a sigh, Suì-Fēng gave her father a gentle yet beaming smile as she replied, "Yes, father. It's Harry. I finally found him." Her face lit up as she remembered where she had been planning on heading. "Damn!" she exclaimed, "He should be awake by now! I need to get to Unohana!"

Huì-Fēng smiled, though the type of smile he had on his face made his daughter nervous. "Good, then go on and go get my grandson. I am eager to teach him the family traditions of pranking!" he said a tad too eagerly for Suì-Fēng's preferences.

Suì-Fēng sighed. "No corrupting my son!" she shouted angrily, but, seeing her father pout, sighed again and said, "Fine. But no teaching him pranks until he is at least seven years old. Am I clear?"

"Crystal," Huì-Fēng said with a grin, giving her a mock salute.

Suì-Fēng eyed her father for a moment, her eyebrow twitching, before giving a huff, and leaving the house for the Squad Four Barracks.

As she made her way to Squad Four, Suì-Fēng couldn't help noticing how some of the Shinigami from other squads were eyeing her nervously. Sighing, she quickened her step. While she could admit that seeing her in a panicked state with a child yesterday would draw some concern, she didn't think that they would start acting like she was the end of the world.

When she finally got to the Squad Four barracks it was to see Isane playing with a smiling Harry from the doorway to the sick room. They were playing with her son's stuffed animals, with the bee (HORNET!), doe, stag, and shark chasing the dog and wolf across his bed in a game of tag.

"Looks like you two are having fun," the boy's mother commented as she walked through the doorway. A gentle smile was on her lips as she watched her little boy play and smile. Her statement caught the child's attention.

His head shot up as he saw the smiling woman beginning to sit on the end of his bed. "Mommy!" he nearly shouted as he launched himself at his mother. The force of him impacting into the Shinigami captain nearly sent her falling off the bed backwards, but she managed to keep herself from doing so, instead hugging her child back.

"Where's Unohana?" Suì-Fēng asked curiously.

"Just getting back from talking to our version of Victor Von Doom," Unohana joked as she walked in with a smile. "So, shall we get this check-up finished and over with?" she asked.

"Yes please," the Fēng Heiress agreed with a nod. "My father wishes to meet his grandson, and I wish to show my son his new home as soon as possible," she added. "Though," she added with a deadpanned expression, "I'll have to make sure that father doesn't try to corrupt my son. He's far too young to be considering pranking anyone."

"Indeed," Unohana said, her face having taken on a similar deadpanned expression. She had been one of the unfortunate ones to have 'fallen victim' to Huì-Fēng's pranks in the past, but had 'convinced' him to not do so again. It's amazing what you can get when you threaten poisoning someone on their next checkup...

Harry just looked back and forth from his mother and godmother in confusion, his green eyes wide in curiosity. He looked to Isane, only to see that she too had a deadpanned look upon her face.

"What's pranking?" Harry asked innocently.

All three of the women's faces paled at the child's innocent question. "N-nothing you need to concern yourself with for the time being, sweetie," Suì-Fēng stammered hurriedly. Her son was far too young to be pranking anyone, and if he had inherited his father's infamous talent for the art... then may God have mercy on their souls.

Harry just tilted his head to the side as he looked at his mother in confusion. "O-okay," he said uneasily, still wondering why his mommy looked scared. Was it something he said? Did he do something 'freakish' again?!

His mother, seeing his worried and almost fearful face, once again wrapped her arms around her little child. "Is something wrong, green-bug?" Suì-Fēng asked gently as she ran her hand through his messy, and very dirty, hair. He was definitely getting a bath when they got home.

"I'm a freak, aren't I?" Harry said sadly, his eyes wide in fear and sorrow. "Or I did something 'freakish' again...?" he finished sadly.

The trio of female Shinigami looked at each other in alarm at his question. Suì-Fēng looked back down to her son. "W-why would you say that?" she asked shakily. "Who told you that you are a 'freak', sweetie?" she encouraged him, gently caressing his face, which her son leaned in to.

"The Dursleys!" Harry responded with pain in his voice. "They always said it was good my mommy died and that I was a w-wo-wor-worthless freak!" Harry cried, pain still evident in his voice as he struggled with the word he clearly never used before.

Suì-Fēng growled and vowed she will make the Dursleys pay one way or another for all the pain and scars, mental, physical, and emotional, that they had inflicted on her son.

Isane smiled reassuringly down at her little brother figure, trying to hide her tears at what he had just said. "Harry, you're not a freak, alright? If you are, then so are we. Now, you said nothing wrong. It's just that pranks are for people who are older, alright?" she said, getting Harry to stop crying and nod with a few sniffles.

Suì-Fēng then smiled. "Harry, I think it would cheer you up if we went home. Your grandpa is eager to meet you after all!" she said, hoping to cheer Harry up with the change of subject.

"Grampy?" Harry asked quizzically. "I have a grampy?" he said, now in wonderment. "I have a GRAMPY!" he shouted in excitement, happy to know he has more family.

Suì-Fēng smiled, glad her trick worked. "Yes, honey. Now, Unohana has cleared you to go home, but you must come back regularly for check-ups, for which you will come for either with myself, Grampy, Unohana, or Isane, ok?"

"Kay," Harry nodded, eager to get home, when, suddenly he yawned, and pouted cutely. He wanted to meet his grandfather, but his body was tuckered out from all the activity and excitement he had done today.

His mother and her friends giggled at the boy's face as she helped him get off the bed. She held his hand with her left hand while holding the rest of his stuffed toys in her right. Bee-Bee, however, was held tightly in her little boy's other arm. Oh, how he loved that thing, which only added to his mother's happiness.

"Let's get you home," she said gently, "Then we can get you to bed. Trust me, despite how comfy Unohana's beds are, they're nothing compared the Fēng Clan's."

Harry nodded, stubbornly trying to stay awake. Turning to his mother he asked something that immediately rose the anger of all three women. "Do I have to sleep in a cupboard again?" he asked innocently.

"Cupboard?" Suì-Fēng asked strangely. "The Dursleys made you sleep in that cupboard under the stairs I saw when I saved you?" she asked, getting a scared nod from Harry. Sighing while trying not to sob at his treatment by those 'things', Suì-Fēng kissed her son's forehead. "No, you will not be sleeping in a cupboard. I haven't set up a room for you yet, so for the time being you will share my room. But, no, you won't have to sleep in a cupboard my boy," she finished.

Harry nodded, and rested his head on his mother's shoulder.

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~Fēng Clan Home~

Harry had fallen asleep on the way back to the clan compound, much to Suì-Fēng's amusement. When she entered, her father was sitting on the couch, watching an advertisement about Prune Juice or something for old folks. She wouldn't say that to his face, though, as he'd start off on another one of his rants that he wasn't 'old'.

"So, what's he like?" Huì-Fēng asked, only to be shushed by the mother as she carried her son upstairs.

Putting Harry in her bed upstairs, she went back down to see her father. She was about to sit down when her father reminded her of something.

"So, you told Aimi that you found Harry yet?" he asked with a knowing smirk.

The Fēng heiress' eyes widened as she stood straight. "Aimi!" she exclaimed, "I was supposed to let her know the minute I found him." She ran towards the door, she called back with a stern look, "I'll be back soon! If he wakes up before I get back, let him know that I'll be right back. And be careful with him! He's had a rough time before I found him! And NO PRANKING!"

Huì-Fēng waved a hand carelessly, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just be back soon. I want to talk with you and learn about my grandson!" he demanded as he watched her race out the door without replying.

"Damn crazy kids these days!" he said before resuming watching reruns of Transformers Generation 1.

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~Kasumiōji Clan Compound~

Aimi Kasumiōji smiled as she took a sip of her delicious tea. She wondered how her old and dear friend and was doing and if she had found her son yet. Suì-Fēng had always been her closest friend, ever since they were children. When Suì-Fēng had given birth to a boy, they had arranged playdates for their two toddlers who had gotten along swimmingly. Then came that accursed prophecy and everything went to shit like a grenade in a hand basket.

As she lifted the cup to her lips for another sip, a guard entered the room. "Pardon the intrusion, Lady Aimi," he said as he stood before her after bowing, "But Lady Suì-Fēng has arrived and wishes to speak with you in the gardens. She said it was an urgent matter that could not wait."

In an instant, Aimi was up and out of the door, her teacup sitting on the table and all but forgotten as it slowly swirled before finally leveling on the saucer. As she quickly made her way to the gardens, she wondered why her friend had come to see her. It must be really important for it to be as urgent as she had told the guard. But what was it? Maybe, just maybe, it was the news she had waited years to hear...

Suì-Fēng smiled as she saw her childhood friend, Aimi Kasumiōji, approach. When they were close enough she hugged her. "I finally found him, Aimi! We finally found him!" she cried happily, but then she slowly turned somber. "However..." she trailed off looking down sadly.

"What's wrong Suì?" Aimi asked concernedly, seeing her dear friend's look of sorrow. "Is he alright?" she continued asking. The look on her friend's face worried her greatly. What could have happened to Harry to make his mother this upset?

Suì-Fēng sighed sadly, a tear falling down her cheek, worrying the other woman further. "Harry was being raised amongst Lily's mundane family. You know, the Dursleys..." she explained in reply.

Aimi's eyes widened at her explanation. "T-the Dursleys?!" she exclaimed in shock, "But they hated Lily! Why... What... Who would have left him there?!"

The captain's eyes narrowed as another tear slid down her face. "Dumbledore," she growled, "He somehow got it in his cobwebbed filled head that it would be a good idea to leave my son with them, not even paying attention to James' will stating that he should never go there under any circumstances. He didn't even notice the state my baby was in when he tried to confront me at the embassy!"

Aimi was shocked. "Is Harry going to be alright?" she asked worriedly.

"Yeah, but, that's not even the worst part Aimi. They abused him! My precious little boy," Suì-Fēng said. "What's more, he had a Horcrux in his scar from when Voldemort attacked him, Lily, and James!" she sighed. "But, at least my little boy has been found, and he can finally be raised with all the love he deserves!" She then paused as she looked at Aimi. "Are you sure you still want to tie our clans together Aimi?" she asked. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I would love it if my son and your daughter married in the future, but, are you sure they will still like each other like they did when they were toddlers?" she asked nervously.

Aimi smirked. "Rurichiyo remembers your son you know," She giggled a bit, a playful smile on her face. "She always wondered what happened to him." She paused. "Her little Hari," she continued with a wistful smile, "That's what she calls Harry. Her little Hari." She then smiled. "What are you going tell Rurichiyo about Harry. Will you tell her about his past?" she asked Suì-Fēng.

"I'll most likely tell her that he's had a rough life up to this point," was the reply, "I won't go into any specifics until they're older, or when Harry decides to tell her the truth." She looks to her friend with a humorous smile. "Does she really call him that?" she asked, barely holding back a snicker.

Aimi, however, didn't even make the effort to hide hers as she replied, "Would I really lie to you about something as adorable as that? She may only be five, but she's got her sights on already marrying him the minute they're old enough to do so. It's honestly quite cute how she only has a few memories of him, and yet is so in love with him that she'd marry him even without the betrothal, which I have not told her about mind you." She paused. "Although," she snickered again as she continued her musing, "She was quite put out to learn that they won't be able to have children of their own till they're married, as they'll be too young to conceive. After they're married, though, she told me that she's determined to have at least five little ones before they turn twenty." "Honestly, I have no idea where she gets her high expectations from," she finished with a shake of her head, an exasperated look on her face.

Suì-Fēng smiled, amused at the plans her future daughter-in-law had for her and her son. "Sounds like she is going to be the one wearing the pants in my son's life when they're older," she giggled. "Anyway, let's set up that betrothal, and tell Ruri both the good, and the bad, news."

The female duo made their way to Aimi's office, revealing a simple, yet elegant room and furniture. They sat down at the elaborately decorated burgundy pine desk, Aimi being behind it, and Suì-Fēng being in front. The Kasumiōji Clan Head pulled out a folder from a secret compartment on the side of the desk and set it before her. Opening it, she then pulled out the papers that contained the reason for the two to meet in her office: the betrothal contract between her daughter, Rurichiyo, and Suì-Fēng's son, Harry.

"So," she began as she looked the papers over, "While we had a lot already down before... you know... we had several areas that still need finishing. For example, the bride price, when they are to be wed, the deadline to produce an heir, and whether or not one of their children will need to be made the new Kasumiōji heir, or whether I need to start looking for a new husband." At the last item, Aimi's face fell.

Kazuto Kasumiōji had been her late husband, who she still loved dearly. He had also been aware of the male Potter's existence, even being one of the groomsmen at the wedding, while his wife had been a bridesmaid. He had been on one of the searches for James and Lily's souls when he and two of Suì-Fēng's brothers had been killed by something. No one was sure what is was, but Saito, another one of the Fēng brothers that had been with them, had said that it looked like a mix of a Shinigami and a Hollow.

A truly frightening concept, truth be told. Even Yamamoto was nervous about the revelation of such an impossible creature existing.

Suì-Fēng smiled. "Come on Aimi, we don't need to set a date on them having children," she urged. "Besides, Harry will be eager to make friends, and if Ruri gets to him first, then she gets to get her hooks in him first," she giggled. "So, can we waive the need to set a time limit on them having children?" she asked.

"I agree," Her friend said with a smile and firm nod, "Though I'm thinking of not adding it for another reason altogether." Her face became serious as she explained, "With Ruri's drive and plans already stated, I can safely say that she'll give birth before their first year as a married couple has passed."

The two women looked at each other, before laughing together.

"As for when they wed, perhaps at fourteen," Suì-Fēng suggested. "After all," she continued, "Wasn't that how old you were when you married Kazuto? Any later and the Clan Elders will get restless and try to void the betrothal and force them with others of their choosing. Besides, they'll be old enough for them to safely have their first child by then."

"You're really excited about grandchildren, aren't you?" Aimi teased her friend with a knowing grin.

"Not like you're any better," came the sniggering reply.

Again, the duo laughed merrily.

"As for bride price," Suì-Fēng said. "How about, three thousand Galleons?" Suì-Fēng asked. "After all, we both know Harry wasn't the only one born with magic," she said knowingly with a big smirk.

Aimi sighed with a loud groan. "Don't remind me!" she begged. "When she discovered she could use real magic her pranks went from funny annoyances to downright nightmares..." she finished as she face palmed, just thinking about that one time Ruri pranked all the Elders by throwing hair dye in the laundry washer with their clothes. Aimi had been forced to remind the Elders that she was the Clan Head and they were, at best, advisors. Needless to say, Ruri had won no favors with the Elders. Then again, they had it coming after badmouthing Suì-Fēng and Harry in Ruri's presence.

"So," the Kasumiōji Head stated with a nod as she began writing down what the two had covered, "We have when they get married, no deadline for kids, and a bride price. The last thing we need to check off I think we already have covered with Ruri's plans for lots of children, so we don't have to worry about them having an heir to each of our clans."

Suì-Fēng nodded. "How many kids does she want anyway?" she asked out of sheer curiosity.

Aimi gave a deadpanned look as she answered flatly, "Twelve to fifteen. Minimum."

Both cringed at the thought. One thing was for sure: Harry certainly would have his hands full for a long time.

Suì-Fēng sighed in the end. "Well, you have to give her credit," she said. "She wants a big family," she added with a laugh, "Though, to be honest, she is still a kid. Unlike us she has yet to go through childbirth!"

"That's for sure," Aimi said before taking a sip of some saki she just poured.

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~Land of the Living - Britain, London~

~Song Start: Fragments of Sorrow - Kingdom Hearts II Music Extended~

Amelia Bones was not happy. Not happy at all. She has only recently learned that the man she loved had been thrown in prison without a trial five years ago, and now... well... now he was finally going to get it. She really hoped he could forgive her. She really did. After all, she had believed, like everyone else, that he had betrayed the Potters, even though, in her mind, that always had seemed... strange, to her. Now though, well, someone was going to be facing hell to pay.

"Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot, we are gathered here today to do right and prove that justice prevails," Amelia began. "Five years ago, a wizard was thrown into Azkaban without trial!" she continued. "However, while during his stay in prison, he became the next head of his family, one of Most Ancient and Noble status," she finished, knowing that would worry the Purebloods. After all, if a pureblood lord could be thrown into Azkaban without a trial, then what hope was there for any of them?

"Hem hem," came a simpering high-pitched voice that was girlish and breathless, "You aren't seriously suggesting, that a lord of the Wizengamot was thrown in Azkaban by the Ministry without due justice?" The one who spoke was a woman who could best be described as looking like a toad in human form, more accurately though she looked like a short squat woman resembling a large pale toad. She had a broad, flabby face, a wide, slack mouth, and a little neck. Her eyes were bulging and pouchy, and in her mousy brown hair was worn a black velvet bow, which reminded many of the more educated members of a fly perched dangerously above a toad, furthering the woman's toad-like characteristics.

"What I am suggesting, Madam Umbridge is, someone abused their power here at the Ministry to throw a man in prison to cover something up, and I want to know why!" Amelia Bones said. "Of course, you wouldn't know anything about this though, would you?" she asked dangerously. She really hated Umbridge, or, as people whispered behind her back, 'The Umbitch'.

"Madam Bones," Dumbledore began, "Just who are you referring to as being thrown in Azkaban without a trial?" he finished.

"Sirius Black!" Amelia Bones stated loudly, watching as the whole room descended into chaotic whispering and shouting.

"I-i-impossible!" Minister Fudge exclaimed, stuttering a bit as he tried to cry out in protest, "S-S-Sirius Black was convicted and proven to have done the crimes he was accused and punished! F-f-furthermore, who are you to go s-snooping through classified documents to come up with this lie?"

"In case you forgot, minister," Amelia replied sternly, "I am the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so I have clearance to do so." The minister wilted at her glare, knowing that she was correct in her statement. "The reason why I brought this information up, which appeared to have been swept under the rug and charmed to the ground," she continued, pausing to glare at Fudge, Umbridge, and Lucius Malfoy, "Is because I was recently sent a statement by someone I and the Potters' trusted immensely revealing something that no one even bothered to truly verify: Sirius Black was never the Potters' secret keeper!"

Dumbledore banged his gavel as chaos once more erupted amongst the members of the Wizengamot. "Order, ORDER!" he shouted. "I am assuming, of course, that you have evidence that proves otherwise Madam Bones?" Dumbledore asked, almost sounding pleadingly as he was desperate to find out what Sirius, and now he assumed, Madam Bones, knew as well.

"Of course, Dumbledore," she answered as she pulled out some papers from the file in her hands. "Here is the contract to make the true monster behind the Potters' death the secret keeper. Ragnok, the Goblin King, has confirmed this, as he was the witness that signed it himself. On here, it tells us who really betrayed James and Lily that day."

"And who is the real culprit, then?" Augusta Longbottom asked sternly, clearly wanting to find out who had escaped punishment. Many nodded their agreement, also wanting to know the person's identity.

Amelia looked at them all, an angered look crossing her face as she answered, "Peter Pettigrew."

As one, the entire room exploded in outraged cries and whispers at the revelation of the true betrayer of the Head of the Potter House and his wife.

Dumbledore once more banged his gavel. "ORDER!" he shouted. "I assume, of course, that you know a woman named Soi-Fon?" Dumbledore asked, trying his best to mask the sound of hopefulness from his voice. "Could it have been her that gave you this information, by any chance?"

"Yes," was the confused reply, "That's exactly who it was." she paused. "However," she added as her eyes narrowed, "Her name is correctly pronounced Suì-Fēng. How exactly do you know that name? I know for a fact that James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, and I never told anyone about her."

The Head of the Wizengamot narrowed his eyes in return as he replied, "I believe that it may be better if we try Lord Black first, as from what you stated suggests that he knows about this, too." He looked to the assembly before him and asked, "Does anyone else wish to hear Madame Bones and Lord Black's affiliation with this mysterious woman? If so, then I recommend that we bring Sirius Black forward, as I am certain that he is in a holding cell waiting to give his testimony." "All in favor, please raise your wands," he finished, not realizing that what he said sounded more like he was interested in the woman then Sirius' trial.

All wizards raised their wands, wanting to also know about what was going on. Some, however, raised theirs slowly, as they didn't want the Lord Black to have any say at all in the matters and have him back in Azkaban. One such figure was a certain blonde-haired pureblood, who so dearly wanted to ensure that the Black fortune would fall into his hands. Well, it would be his son's hands, but his son was an idiot who knew nothing of subtlety, so he would be able to secure it for himself easily enough.

"Very well, then," Dumbledore affirmed. He turned to a guard standing right beside a door to the left of the room. "Bring the man known as Sirius Black forward, if you please."

With a nod, the man opened the door, and gestured to someone on the other side. Another guard walked through, escorting a black-haired man who looked very tired and gaunt. This man was Sirius Black, who they had all for five years believed to be responsible for the death of James and Lily. He was placed within a chair, though his hands weren't placed into the manacles on the chair's arms, as he wasn't deemed a threat, what with his wand having been snapped after his imprisonment and all.

"Sirius Black," Dumbledore said, gaining the man's attention, "You are here because we have gained information that you are innocent of the crimes you are convict-" he paused as Amelia Bones coughed indignantly, "Ahem, I mean accused of. However, we would like to hear your confirmation of this before we make a decision. Are you willing to be questioned under Veritaserum?"

"Yes," Sirius breathed out, a hopeful gleam in his tired eyes, "I willingly give myself up for the questioning."

Amelia Bones smiled inside, but outwardly, appeared as stern as ever. Turning to her aurors, she said, "Do it," and they proceeded to administer the truth potion.

"Please state your name for the record," Amelia began the questioning, getting a frown from Dumbledore that no one but Amelia saw. 'So, the old coot wanted to ask the questions initially' she thought to herself, 'Interesting...' She then turned to Sirius to await his reply.

"Sirius Orion Black," Sirius replied.

"What was your role with the Potter family?" Amelia asked.

"To be the godfather of Harry James Potter-Fēng, and to keep their secrets," came the reply.

"Were you the secret keeper of the Potter family?"

"No, we all agree that I'd be too obvious. Me, James, his wife Suì-Fēng, and our friend Lily agreed to choose Peter instead," came the reply, however, it was one that once more set off chaos in the Wizengamot.

This time Dumbledore didn't bang his gavel. Instead, he fired off a canon blast from his wand, that got everyone to silence their outburst instantly. "What do you mean his wife Suì-Fēng?" Dumbledore asked carefully, dreading the answer he knew was coming.

"Lily was never James' wife to begin with," Sirius answered, still under the effects of the potion, "She was just a decoy for his real wife, Suì-Fēng."

"And this 'Suì-Fēng' is Harry Potter's mother as well?" the elderly man asked, his face having a desperate appearance, as if hoping that it wasn't true.

"Yes," came the answer from the Head of the Black House, "She is Harry's birth mother."

Once more the room exploded into sound, only this time, whisperings. Dumbledore sighed and banged his gavel so hard it cracked. "Now then, what can you tell us of the events you were imprisoned for? What happened between you and Peter Pettigrew?" he asked disdainfully. He would have to wait for when Harry Potter came to Hogwarts it seems.

"When I had arrived at Godric's Hollow and found the house all but destroyed," Sirius explained, "I was distraught. I went up into the nursery and found what could have been perhaps the remains of the Dark Lord, Lily's body, and Harry, who was standing in his crib and crying, his head bleeding from the scar that was there. When Hagrid arrived, I tried to convince him that I needed to get Harry to safety. I had meant to contact Suì-Fēng, so that she could raise him. Hagrid, however, was... adamant... in following Dumbledore's order to get Harry and bring him to him no matter what."

At this, many looked to the headmaster with questioning and understandingly suspicious looks.

"After twenty minutes of arguing," the still potioned man continued, "I finally relented, deciding to go to the headmaster later to get Harry to his mother's safely. I gave Hagrid my motorcycle and decided to hunt down Peter and bring him to justice. I was surprised to find that he was just leaving his apartment and confronted him there. He started screaming at me, saying that I was the one who betrayed James and Lily to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He then sent a bombarda spell at an area that he most likely knew there was a gas line, causing the explosion that killed those muggles. After hitting me with a confundus spell and laughing hex while I was still reeling from the blast, he cut off one of his own fingers, then transformed into his rat form and fled down an alley. I heard the aurors arrive but was stunned in the back before I could even speak. When I came to, I found myself in Azkaban, and was told by Lucius Malfoy that I would never get a trial as long as he lived and could pay the minister off."

"So, your saying that Lucius Malfoy admitted to bribing the Minister for Magic?" Amelia began, noticing the men in question paling as everyone looked towards them with looks ranging from curious, to enraged. "Would you be willing to offer up the memory of the event?" she asked.

"Of course, I would," came the reply.

"I believe we have enough evidence of Lord Black's innocence," Dumbledore said while giving Lucius a disappointed look. "All in favor to declare the man innocent of all charges, please raise your wands," he finished, smiling at how every wand, including a sulking and fearful Malfoy's, being raised. "Then I declare Sirius Black innocent, and free to go. He will be given treatment for his recovery deserving of his position at St. Mungo's, and will receive five thousand galleons for each year wrongfully imprisoned in compensation.

"Chief Warlock," Amelia called. "Before he leaves we must see that memory!" Amelia said, getting a sigh of resignation from Dumbledore.

"Of course, Madam Bones," Dumbledore said as a pensieve was brought out and placed in front of Black. At the same time Black was given the antidote for the Veritaserum. Sirius then proceeded to copy his memory of the event with Lucius and placed into the pensieve. The Malfoy Head and Fudge were quickly apprehended and arrested for questioning following the memory's ending.

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"...And that's probably the best place to end for now. Again, sorry for the wait, but we've been busy with other stuff." Ogremen sweat drops as he gestures to Matoro and Yasaka, who are still yelling at each other, and says flatly, "As you can most likely see for yourself with those two over there. I should probably break them up before it gets too bad."

He cringes as he hears a crash and turns to see that Matoro is now generating lots of dark energy around him as he continues to slam his empowered fists into where Yasaka dodges his attacks, all the while shouting threats and insults. Yasaka just threatens back, sending giant ice spears at the silver armored figure, which melt before they can hit him.

Ogremen pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. "Great," he laments as he watches the chaos, "Now we'll have to fix the office again. This is the sixth time this week, and its only Monday! Why I have to put up with this shit all the time, I'll never know."

He turns back to the readers with a tired smile on his face that can be seen through his open helmet. "Welp, hopefully the next time you guys show up, they won't be at each other's throats." "Now, if you'll excuse me," he says as he slings a massive hammer/axe from his back, "I have two idiots I need to knock some sense into."

"Until next time everyone!"

As the door closes behind the leaving audience, they hear the Oni roar out, "I SWEAR TO THE GOD, IF YOU TWO DON'T GROW UP AND STOP THIS STUPIDITY RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA BEAT YA LOT INTO THE GROUND!" The hallway shakes as the sound of a collision is heard, causing the readers to walk away faster.