A/N:I like all the attention this story's getting. Recently I went through and edited up most of the chapters so they look much better. I hope you like this and continue to do so in the future. I gotta say, I'm nearly finished with the Half-Blood Prince and I'm not too impressed with Harry/Ginny and Dumbles dying. I mean, I'm happy he's dead, but what's the point? Harry's just gonna angst instead of doing anything useful and becoming a proper protagonist. I just wonder why he didn't snap in the series to begin with.


"It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane."

Philip K. Dick- brainyquotes. com


Eleven: Izaya's dilemma

Nine years had passed since her Harry had disappeared, and still, Ginny Weasley couldn't get him out of her mind. That was why, when Hermione mentioned that the Weasley twins were in the non-magical country of Japan, she had immediately been worried about their safety. Didn't they know what kind of people the Muggles were? The Muggles there and everywhere were cruel to those with magic.

What were they doing there that was so important, anyway? They hadn't written back to them for so long, except to torment Ron with spiders and just tell him that he needed to stop mistreating Hermione. This much was true, she thought. Poor Hermione had made a mistake in marrying her stupid brother, Ron. That was why Hermione was either going to come to Japan to see the Weasley twins, or else they were going to come back themselves.

As she thought over these things, the door to her room opened and Molly came in. She noticed that Ginny was looking at a picture of Harry and frowned. "Sweetie, why do you still pine for a dead boy? He's dead."

Ginny shook her head. "I know...but it feels like he's alive...somewhere."

Molly patted her daughter's head. "I know how you feel, but he's dead and a traitor. Even if he is alive, he's not worthy to be our hero. He ditched us when it was convenient and refused to let Dumbledore help him. How can we honestly love someone like that?"

Ginny shook her head. "Mom, what we did was wrong. We should have respected his freedom but instead we drove him to run away. It's our fault he left us in the first place. If we hadn't been spying on him and treating him like he was nothing, this wouldn't have happened. If I find Harry again, I will not betray him again."

Molly hit her daughter. "Why would you say such a thing? Dumbledore knows what's best for us. Harry needed us...he couldn't survive on his own without us...that's why you need to accept the fact that if he is alive, I will not let you see him again."

"Screw you, I'll do what I want!" Ginny cried, before running out.

Molly shook her head as she stared at the picture of Harry Potter. "I don't understand what she saw in you. You got what you deserved when you left us. Dumbledore was too merciful on you. He should have punished you more harshly for ditching us. I hate you. You made my little girl suffer."

Just then, a pair of familiar twins apparated in the room. They stared at their mother. "Mother, we're back," They greeted.

Molly's eyes filled with unshed tears then as she embraced her sons, crying. "Why did you leave? You could've just stayed with us."

"Woman, it's all right. We're allowed to take vacations every now and again. Japan was boring, but there were some interesting people. Did you know Japan is full of gangs and Russian Sushi? Oh, and there's a heavy guy who can snap wands in half!"

"Muggles are such weirdoes. You should stay away from them, sweetie. You don't want to hang out with criminals."

Fred and George just smirked as they went into their room, and whipped out their cell phone. They stared at their old friend's number. There was a text from him, under the name of 'Kanra-san.'

No one knows that I'm still alive, do they? Well, to be honest, I don't give a damn. But still, tell me what those ignorant fools are doing. Be careful of how you message me-I'll change my number and my name as often as I can.'-Kanra

"Smart Izaya. He always thinks with his head." Fred whispered in awe.

"Do you think Dumbledore put something on him when he was here to suppress his intelligence? He was never this smart before." George suggested.

"That sounds absurd," Fred said, "Nonetheless, it might have some merit. We'll keep in touch with him, but we'll try not to contact him too much, lest Dumbledore learns of his existence. I know he'll be just fine by himself. He's adapted to living as a Muggle so much it's so incredible. I love this new person he's become."

George said, "I know."


Meanwhile, Hermione wondered why Nakura-san hadn't sent her any messages in a while. 'He's just a sociopath who was toying with me.' She thought.


Izaya sighed as Shizuo chased him around. "Shizu-chan, now I'm in the mood for some fun!" He chirped, ignoring the screams of delight some girls sent his way.

"What on earth are the Muggles doing?" A witch said, watching the display in disbelief. "Are those two...fighting in the middle of a city? Are they nuts?"

"What are you, an idiot?" The girl said. "You've never heard of Shizuo Heiwajima and Izaya Orihara? The two of them hate each other with a passion and always fight out in the open. It's world-famous!"

The witch watched with wide eyes as the blond man picked up an air conditioner and threw it at the dark-haired young man, only for him to dodge lithely in a manner like that of a cat.

"Gonna have to try harder than that, Shizu-chan!" Izaya taunted.

"You bastard! I want to know why you didn't want to fight me yesterday! Tell me your secrets!"

"Now, now, Shizu-chan, that'd be no fun. The whole point of keeping secrets is never to unveil them, you realize?" Izaya taunted as he came towards Shizuo with his knife and barely missed cutting Shizuo's arm.

"Ah, yes, this is what I missed! I love it when you go all out on me, flea. It makes my day that much more enjoyable!" Shizuo boomed, throwing a vending machine at Izaya, who dodged.

"Shizu-chan, you suck at doing this lately. Something a little bit more original would do!" Izaya taunted again, throwing another blow to the side.

His phone rang and he picked it up. "Hmm...looks like the Dollars are doing something else again..." He whispered. 'So Ryuugamine-kun is still operating, huh?'

He smirked. "Shizu-chan, let's finish as soon as possible. I assume your younger brother is coming into town to see you, isn't he?"

"How did you know?" Shizuo growled.

"I'm an informant. Do you think I'm empty-handed?" Izaya taunted before laughing a cold laugh that scared the crap out of the witch, who ran away.

"What crazy Muggles!" She exclaimed, causing several girls to laugh at her stupidity.

"Shizu-chan, you've been distracted!" Izaya cried, starting to run away.

"YOU BASTARD, JUST BE BRAVE AND WIN A FIGHT, DAMMIT! RUNNING AWAY IS NO WAY TO PLAY A GAME!"

Izaya froze. "Running away is okay...if your life was on the line, Shizu-chan, would you stay behind and let yourself die? I'd rather be alive than dead."

"What are you saying, flea?" Shizuo said.

"Shizu-chan, you've dropped your guard. So now, let's part ways!" He exclaimed as he left.

He flipped open his phone and saw a message from them. He paused.

'Yo. Got your message. We're glad you're all right. Mom's being possessive again and said some nasty stuff about your old self.'

'I see. She always was a nasty old bitch, wasn't she?'


He continued his leisurely stroll when he wandered into Kida again, who glared at him.

"Izaya...what are you doing skulking around here?" He spat.

"Just talking to some old...friends of mine." Izaya said cheerfully.

"...What do you know about magic, Izaya? The other day, you refused to tell me anything. Tell me what you know." Masaomi said coldly.

Izaya paused. "Hmm...let me say this...the answer is no. I tend to keep that sort of information to myself...let's just say I'd like to pretend that part of my life never happened. Isn't that simple enough, Kida-kun?"

Masaomi frowned. "What's with you and showing emotion? You don't show emotion. You're a sociopath."

"A sociopath I might be now, but I wasn't always, Kida. I once was foolish like you, I believed humans were kind and wonderful...but thankfully, my eyes were opened to something like that. Let's just say...I was used and betrayed by those who claimed to be my friends...they wanted me to die for something I didn't understand...so I snapped and became wise. Don't put too much trust in others." Izaya said before laughing darkly.

"...Another one of your lies, Izaya?" Masaomi said. "I don't believe one word of it."

"Oh, don't you? Then see this scar on my head? I got it from my old 'friend' when he decided to kill me by whacking me on the head, which gave me a concussion. That in itself is proof enough, Kida-kun. I don't lie about stuff like that." Izaya said darkly. "And don't repeat these words to anyone else."

"Who are you, really?" Kida asked. "What else are you hiding?"

"...I'm a demon, Kida-kun, one who thirsts for revenge on those who betrayed him. That's all. See you around, Kida-kun!" He said sarcastically before waving goodbye.

"...What in the world does he mean? Izaya, being like a human? That's absurd...utterly absurd..."

'It's more likely than you think,' The headless rider typed out.

"You can talk?" Kida said in bewilderment.

The headless rider typed, 'I deal with Izaya and he's more complex than you think. I think he's broken deep down inside but has decided to be a psychopath to 'survive' and push away everyone else.'

"So how do you know this, Mr. Rider?"

The rider tensed and then made a gesture that seemed like it was sighing. 'I'm a girl, actually."

"What?" Kida gasped. "How is that possible?"

'Wasn't it obvious by looking at me anatomically?' The rider typed, pointing at her chest. 'Honestly, you'd think people would know.'

"Whoa...you learn new things every day." Masaomi breathed.

'Your friend Mikado knows, too,' Celty typed. 'My name is Celty.'

"How does Mikado know you?" Masaomi asked.

Celty paused. 'I can't say that. His secrets are safe with me. I don't want to encroach upon his life. Ask him if you want.'