Harry Potter was relaxing in the sitting room of Potter Manor when an owl flew down and landed on the arm of his chair.
"What do you have for me?" he asked the owl rhetorically as he pulled the string attaching the letter to its foot.
He scratched the owl behind its ear while reading the contents of the letter. It was an audit from Gringotts updating him on the current status of recovering the money that had been stolen from his accounts over the years. Dumbledore and some of his supposed friends had been stealing from him for years, those manipulating bastards. The worst part was that if they had asked, he would have given them everything and the world. He was naïve and believed they were his friends and wanted what was best for him. What a fool he was.
The more he thought about it, the more obvious it became that he was manipulated from the beginning. He had been so blind not to see it. The Weasley family had been planted at the train station. What type of wizarding family enters through the muggle entrance to platform 9 3/4 shouting about it completely ignoring the statute of secrecy? Even the fact that they sent Hagrid, a half-giant groundskeeper, to inform him about the wizarding world should have been a red flag. But he had been so damaged from his time with the Dursleys that he had to cling to any form of affection tossed his way. He knew better now.
Of course, it made sense. It explained so many things. Why Sirius was never given a trial. Why Dumbledore didn't tell him about the Horcruxes, or even just take care of them himself. Why he was made to stay with muggle relatives who obviously despised magic. Why he was sent back to them every year even after begging the headmaster to let him stay at Hogwarts. Why no one noticed the visible signs of abuse. Dumbledore had played his life like a chess game, and he was happy to let it slide because at least he had a chance at some form of kindness in his life. He was stupid.
After the war, he entered Gringotts to pay them retribution for all the damage he had done to them during the war. While they had been quite hostile at first, they eventually came to an agreement that if he were to donate 5 million galleons as reparation, he would be allowed to continue business as per usual with Gringotts. After confirming that he even had that much money in his accounts, Harry quickly agreed to their conditions. Happy with the money they had received, the goblins offered to confirm any accounts in his name, gather an inventory of said accounts and make sure there was no magic influencing his decisions. What they found had been shocking for Harry.
One Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had Harry's parents' wills sealed and proceeded to appoint himself as Harry's magical guardian giving him access to Harry's accounts. Since Harry's parents' deaths, Dumbledore had embezzled over 10 million galleons from the Potter accounts and redistributed the money into personal accounts as well as the personal accounts of Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger, along with a few other accounts belonging to people whose names Harry recognized from Order meetings.
As it turned out, the people who he considered his best friends turned out to be nothing more than con artists. Harry was lucky that he had friends left over after the whole ordeal. Though he hadn't treated them as well as he should have in school, Luna and Neville stuck by him through thick and thin. After the war, they decided to pack up and move across the pond to the States. Like most of his friends, Britain contained bad memories and they wanted to get away from it. They invited him to join them, but he couldn't bring himself to intrude on the new couple's happiness.
Once the rest of the Weasley family found out about what Molly, Ron, and Ginny had done, they were quick to take Harry's side. The traitors were cast out and the rest of the family moved to Romania where Charlie worked. The twins set up another Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in Romania and left their store in Diagon to be run by another lovely set of twins named Julia and Marie. While he felt bad about how quickly the rest of the Weasleys were to take his side, he couldn't say that he wasn't grateful for it. It had been one of the nicest things anyone had done for him.
After the war, he and Draco Malfoy decided to put aside their petty schoolboy rivalry and became quick friends. Draco was quick to introduce Harry into his friend group. Harry had been shocked to hear that most of Draco's close friends at Hogwarts, which didn't include Crabbe and Goyle much to Harry's surprise, were firmly against Voldemort, even back in school. They had been stuck due to their families' ties to the Dark Lord and were constantly looking for ways out. Among Draco's friends were Blaise Zambini, Daphne Greengrass, and Theodore Nott. Once he got past their cold exterior and snarky humour, they were quite the friendly bunch and had become some of his closest advisors when navigating the political aspect of magical Britain.
When he had claimed his titles of Lord Potter-Black soon after he found out about his inheritance, the group of Slytherins were quick to make sure he could portray the perfect pureblood hair. As they would say, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans. You're entering our world now, so you must learn our traditions and how to present yourself as a proper Lord.' They educated him on proper etiquette and made sure he knew what his responsibilities as a head of house were. They had also explained to him the old traditions that magic was steeped in and why it was important for him to embrace wizarding high society.
While Harry didn't entirely understand it, he happily learnt from his new friends. But they too were planning to move. Most of the Slytherins still had their houses in France and much like other survivors of the war, they wanted to get away from Britain and start anew.
It was because of this that Harry had decided to move away as well. He was done with Britain. Honestly, he was done with the magical world on a whole. So, he was going to go live in Japan. Even if it wouldn't be entirely sunshine and roses for him there, it couldn't be any worse than the magical community that was on his back all the time.
Harry had been looking over the summary of any transactions made from his accounts when he noticed there was a monthly stipend being paid to the Ootori Group from the main Potter vault. It was the only transaction that had been on the account and it dated back to before he was born. After looking into it, he found that he had a long-lost Uncle on his father's side of the family.
"Greetings Account Manager Steelfist, may your enemies tremble at the sight of you."
"And you, Lord Potter-Black." the goblin replied. "I was told you had an inquiry about our audit of your accounts. I believe we had planned to retrieve all money stolen from your accounts, with interest. Is this no longer the plan?"
The goblin seemed slightly pissed at the thought of losing the chance to bankrupt so many people. Fair enough, Harry thought, goblins are not known for their kindness and charity.
"No Steelfist, I still want to claim as much money back as I possibly can, you are receiving 10% of the returns made to my account of course."
The goblin grinned.
"The reason I am here is actually to discuss why a company called, The Ootori Group, has been taking a monthly stipend since before my parents passed from the main Potter Vaults. I was led to believe only Potters can take anything from the main vault. If it is someone with a blood relation to me, I would like to be able to meet them. This way I can use them in my custody case. If the Wizengamot insists I must have a guardian since I am only 15, even if the Tri-Wizard Tournament emancipated me in magic's eyes and the fact that I've already turned 17, stupid de-ageing curse, possibly this person or group could take that role."
The goblin looked at the paper where the company had been listed. Calling in an assistant, Steelfist spoke in Gobbledygook asking for the companies file. Shortly after a file appeared on the goblin's desk and was handed to the young lord.
"If I recall correctly, it is a company run by the squib child of the late Lord Charlus Potter and Lady Dorea Potter nee Black. They sent him off to a prominent family in the muggle world, the Ootori family, who they were close to and were unable to have children. The Ootori family was given a monthly stipend for their son, and it was to continue being given to him until the day he died. After the fiasco of having a squib, the late Lord and Lady were hesitant to try again. They were in their late 50s when they had your father. Lord Potter passed shortly before you were born from Kneazle Lumps and Lady Potter was killed in an attack on Potter Manor by Voldemort."
Harry looked through the file as Steelfist talked. The actual company was in the medical field and was very prominent in the muggle world. They also had a small private security force, and their fingers dipped in many other ventures. On paper, it showed that Potter Corporation, something he had never heard of before but seemed to be an official muggle company, donated to the Ootori Group monthly.
"How exactly did my grandparents know the Ootori family?"
"Your grandfather was heavily involved in the muggle world. He was much like your late godfather and Arthur Weasley in that aspect. He liked the idea of combining muggle inventions with magic. However, when Grindelwald came to power, your grandfather decided that instead of combining muggle inventions with magic, he should invest in the muggle world and make a company for himself to protect the Potter name should the wizarding world crumble."
Harry hummed to himself in thought, "So what exactly is the Potter Co. involved in? As they knew the Ootori group, I would assume there was a medical aspect."
"They are involved in developing the technology. Potter Co. is one of the world's most renowned developers of medical technology, along with weapon development and computer software. Many companies have deals with the Potter Co. to run under their own names, but they get their best employees and most of their base parts from Potter Co."
"How is it being run? To my understanding, no one in my family has been active in the muggle world for years." Harry doubted his parents had time to run such a large company while they were in the war.
"After your grandparents had James, they decided to retire from running the company. They assigned people to run the entire company which funds itself at this point, but there is a clause in the company's contract that if a future Potter ever wanted to take control of the company, they would be able to get involved as long as the company continued to profit."
Harry looked up at the goblin, interested in the prospect. Nothing was left for him in the wizarding world. Did this mean he could just pack and set up shop in the muggle world instead? This could be his excuse. Especially if he had an uncle, who could take legal custody of him.
"Could you put me in contact with my estranged Uncle? If I can get Wizengamot to transfer my custody to him, I should be able to continue my muggle schooling and live in the muggle world instead, correct?"
"I believe I can set up an appointment with your lawyer and uncle. You will most likely have to learn Japanese though. The Ootori group is based in Japan."
Harry grinned. Learning a new language was the least of his problems if it meant he could escape the nightmare called wizarding Britain.
When Harry walked into the meeting room the next day, he was faced with a stern-looking Asian man accompanied by a slightly less stern-looking lawyer and a somewhat friendly looking assistant. Using the little cultural knowledge, he had about Japan from the book he bought about Japanese customs the day before, Harry bowed to the man he assumed to be his Uncle. After receiving a slight nod of approval from his Uncle and introductions were exchanged, Harry sat down, his lawyer, Nigel Brookes, taking a seat in the spot next to him.
Once everyone was settled, Harry's account manager, Steelfist spoke up.
"Thank you for coming today Mr. Ootori. I understand how valuable time is for you so let me get to the point. This is your brother James' son, Harry. I'm unsure if you have kept up with the news in wizarding Europe but young Harry just recently defeated Britain's Dark Lord, and although magic has emancipated him and he has been of legal age previously, magical Britain is desperate to keep him under a short leash. We are hoping you would be willing to become his ward until he is of age. If you are willing, we would also like you to mentor him in muggle business as he would like to return to the muggle world and take over Potter Co."
Mr Ootori leaned back in his seat, suddenly looking a lot older. "I assumed something happened when James stopped writing, but I was unaware it was due to a dark lord. I assume he is dead then. I was never one for being involved in the magical community. Although my birth parents were a part of it, I was never too connected to them as I was brought up in the muggle world. I met you once as a baby, but I was too busy with young children of my own ever to come again."
Harry spoke, interrupting the tense silence that filled the room, "I understand if you are unwilling to take me in, Mr Ootori." he felt it would be impolite to call him but his first name without permission. "If it is inconvenient for you, I am happy to find my own place of living in Japan so you wouldn't be bothered. I'm used to taking care of myself and I have enough money to purchase a house. I would just need your signature as a failsafe in case the government tries to take control. I wouldn't bother you for anything. Honestly."
Mr Ootori scoffed, "I will not have you insult the Ootori name by assuming I cannot provide adequate care for you. My daughter moved out to live with her husband and my two eldest sons have places of their own. There is plenty of room for you at my house. Although I no longer carry the Potter name, you are family and one should always help family. Had I known James had died, I would have taken you in then and brought you up as a proper heir to Potter Co. from the start."
Harry looked shocked. He wasn't used to people giving two cents about his wellbeing in any way. The people he had thought to be his best friends had never cared for him. They only cared for his name.
Mr Ootori turned to his assistant and spoke in quick Japanese, then turned to the goblin and said, "All I would have to do to put him under my care would be to sign a paper, correct? Then legally I can take him back with me to Japan as my ward."
The goblin nodded.
Harry's head spun. He had come up with a multitude of reasons his uncle should sign the papers, and he needed none of them. There had to be some sort of incentive for the man. No one was this nice.
Then it hit him. Of course, there was a hidden agenda to his Uncle's movements. He now had a close connection to the next heir of Potter Co. Even if he was originally tied to the company through birth, he gave up the right to run it when he took over the Ootori Group. What better motivation for the man to take Harry in than to receive full insights to the workings of Potter Co. while Harry was still learning to manage the company.
He felt stupid that he had thought, even for one second, that someone had actually cared for him. Everyone had hidden agendas. Trust no one. The only person you can believe in is yourself. If you don't help yourself no one will. His mantra continued in his head.
"How soon can you have the papers here?" asked Mr. Ootori.
The goblin opened the folder in front of him, "I have them right here. Once they are signed, the ministry's records will be automatically updated to reflect the change in custody."
Harry's lawyer spoke up for the first time, "As his blood-relation, no one can testify against your custody over Lord Potter-Black except for the young Lord himself. Especially since your only tie to the magical world is by birth."
Mr Ootori nodded, handing the paper over to his lawyer to make sure everything was in check.
"Lord Potter-Black," Mr Ootori started but was quickly cut off.
"Please call me Harry, Mr Ootori."
"Very well, Harry. Please call me Ojisan. If you move to Japan with me, I will hire private tutors to make sure you are up to standard on your muggle schooling. Once they approve of your education, you will be transferred to Ouran Academy, the same school as my youngest son, Kyoya. It is a prestigious school with many connections so you should make sure you hold yourself with the poise of someone of your standing. You will also have tutors on etiquette to make sure you don't make a fool of yourself in high-class society. Until I find a suitable assistant for you, you may use my assistant, Reo Tanaka. Call him at any time if you need something from me. If you would like to talk to me personally, I would appreciate it if you make an appointment as my time is valuable."
"Of course, Ojisan," Harry replied dejectedly. He should have known better than to expect he had a kind and caring Uncle.
"I will give you a list of people you can choose from to be your assistant once you arrive in Japan. If you are unable to choose, one will be assigned to you. My youngest will help you with anything else you may need."
Mr Ootori's lawyer passed the paper back to Mr Ootori to sign, confirming that nothing was out of place.
"Is there anything else you need?" Mr Ootori addressed the goblin.
The goblin shook his head.
"Then I must go. Harry, I expect you to be ready to leave Britain by the end of the week. I will have a passport and private jet awaiting your call."
Harry looked a bit confused, "Ojisan, why could I not just take an international portkey. Was that not the way you arrived here?"
Mr Ootori's assistant Reo came over to him and explained handing him a thick folder, "As you will be entering the muggle world, you need to have not just appeared from nowhere. Here are my number and a list of all the information you may need from us. Please call me at least one hour before you are ready to leave. Have all boxes you wish to ship labelled with the address on the folder. They will be picked up and shipped to your new residence when you call. Also, make sure any magical items are well hidden or on your person as you will be moving to the muggle world. We will have a car pick you up from your current location of residence. Please let me know if you need anything else."
Harry let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and nodded with a faraway look in his eyes trying to process all the information he was just given.
Mr Ootori's assistant walked out of the door following his boss's departure.
Harry turned to Steelfist his lawyer and asked, "Is there anything I should be worried about?"
Steelfist sighed, "Just beware, young Lord, that not all kind actions have pure intentions behind them."
Harry's lawyer scoffed in agreement. "That man will use you to further his personal goals. I would suggest you tread lightly around him."
Harry nodded, "Thank you for your time Steelfist, Brookes. Unless you need anything else from me, I will be taking my leave. I have a few things I need to get in order before my departure."
"I believe everything is in order, Lord Potter-Black. May your gold forever grow." Steelfist replied
"And may your enemies ever tremble, Steelfist."
It was finally nearing the end of the week and he had only just gotten up the courage to send a letter to Draco informing him of his departure. He and his friends were some of the few people still residing in the UK and Harry hated to disappoint people.
Pride,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have recently discovered that my father had a squib brother. As the ministry is pressuring me to find a legal guardian until I am 17, even though magic herself has emancipated me, I have decided to forgo my current life in the magical world and restart in the muggle one. I shall be leaving for Japan, where my Uncle currently presides.
As your many lessons have taught me, there is more to being a Lord then sitting around and spending your money. I would appreciate it if you were to take over any social events I am expected to attend as Lord Potter-Black and explain to my associates that I will not be present in magical Britain for at least the next two years, if not more, due to extenuating circumstances.
Should you need anything else, you know how to reach me,
Raven
"Hedwig," Harry called out to his companion. "Please deliver this to Pride."
She nibbled his finger as he attached the letter to her leg.
Sighing, Harry scratched behind her ear, "Will you be coming with me to Japan, Hedwig."
She gave him a nip looking mortally offended.
"I would never suggest you would abandon me Hed. I just know you had your eye on a mate and I would never want to take that chance away from you."
Hedwig scoffed and gave him a look saying as if she would let her owlet go off alone.
Harry chuckled at his owls' antics and waved her off to go deliver the letter. He had a lot of packing and organizing to do before he would be ready to leave the country.
Draco Malfoy stormed through Potter Manor with a letter in his hand, Blaise Zambini trailing behind him.
"Potter! What is this rubbish?" he shouted as he entered the living room.
Harry Potter looked up from where he sat on his favourite seat in the living room. He expected Draco would floo call him, or even just reply to his letter, not come all the way to visit him in person.
"Draco, Blaise, how lovely to see you." Harry's smile not reaching his eyes.
Walking up to the desk and throwing the letter in front of Harry, Draco said, "Cut the crap. What is this stupidity about you leaving the magical community? By all means, go someplace else, but I don't want to have to deal with your hordes of fans asking me where you disappeared to."
"I knew you worried about me somewhere behind your attitude. Why I would even say, you liked me more than a friend if you didn't already have a boyfriend." Harry smirked as he eyed Blaise who was standing behind Draco.
An undignified snort came from the aforementioned man.
"It's lovely to see you too, Harry. Now please explain to us why you're going to Japan." Blaise said pulling a pouting Draco onto his lap as he sat on the loveseat across from Harry's chair.
Harry sighed leaning back in his chair, "You know I don't like the fame. While Wizengamot was pressuring me to find a guardian or be appointed one, I stumbled upon a solution. My dad had a squib brother who was adopted by a Japanese family. He's agreed to take me in and introduce me to the muggle business world and I get away from the fame, the idiots trying to rule my life, and get to meet another relative of mine."
Draco snorted. "I hope this one is better than your other relatives."
The look in Harry's eyes said it all.
Sitting up straight, Draco growled, "Not again. He's not threatening you, is he? I will kill that son of a bitch. He better watch his,"
"Draco!" Harry interrupted, shocked. "It's not like that at all. It's just that…." Harry pauses, gathering his thoughts, "I understand why he's so willing to take me in. He's just another manipulator. Not like I haven't dealt with them before. Plus, its only two years. If he acts out in any way against me, all I have to do is tell the goblins to cut his funding."
"That's not the issue, Harry." Draco sighed. "I understand that you have a hard time believing this, but some people genuinely care for you out there. If they would let me take guardianship of you, I would. After you got hit with that de-ageing spell, even before that, Britain's had it out for you. It sucks to be you. You've been seventeen before. I don't understand why they think you can't take care of yourself. Well, I do. But their reasoning isn't solid. You still have all of your memories. It's just your body that's younger." Draco continues off on a tangent about how stupid Britain's government it and then sighs.
"What I believe Draco is trying to say, is that we're here for you. Even if it means taking on the rest of the world." Blaise took over, pressing his head into his lover's shoulder to get him to stop talking.
Harry's eyes shone with unshed tears. They weren't meant to be kind.
"In any case, what is it actually that your new Uncle is hoping to gain by adopting you."
Harry sighed, "It turns out my grandfather created a multi-billion-dollar business called, Potter Co. in the muggle world. It became very successful and is one of the biggest suppliers for multiple large companies from what I understand. I need to research a bit more. My Uncle, who runs the Ootori Group, is one of the companies that work alongside Potter Co."
"And as the heir to Potter Co., you're a valuable piece to have within his grasp." Draco continued for him with a sigh. "Why must you always get put in these situations, Potter. You have the worst of luck. It's hard to believe you're even alive still."
Harry chuckled grimly.
"So, should I threaten him," Draco smirked. "I have a wonderful torture chamber."
Shaking his head, Harry laughed. "You probably shouldn't do that. Do you by any chance have connections to magical Japan though? I just realized they might have issues with an unknown magical coming to their country without notifying them. Especially since I'll be travelling by muggle means."
"The goblins have most likely already fixed that for you," Blaise replied. "They seem to like you more than most."
"Because unlike you uptight purebloods, I don't pretend to think I'm better than them. Did you really think I wasn't listening to all the scary shit Binns told us about them? Better to be on their good side. You do realize that once the whole 'broke into the bank' thing was sorted, they helped me. That goblin who was working for Dumbles, they executed him on sight."
Getting up out of his seat on Blaise's lap, Draco sighed. "Yes, yes. You've lectured us on this before. We get it. Be nice to magical creatures because they can mess you up. Now, when are you leaving?"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck and responded with a nervous chuckle. "Tomorrow?"
Letting out a frustrated growl, Draco leapt at Harry and started shaking him like there was no tomorrow while Blaise chuckled in the background.
"Alright, that's enough. Now down to the real question we came to ask. Right Draco?" Blaise interrupted their fight.
Draco sighed. "I guess. But don't think you're getting back into my good books for a while."
Harry sighed, trying to fix his hair as he settled back into his seat. "So, what is it?"
Blaise and Draco shared a look before Draco spoke up, "Can we move to Japan with you?"
Staring at the two men in front of him Harry's eyes widened. "You want to move to Japan with me?"
Draco nodded.
"But- you have a life here. And what about your plans to move to France. Daphne and Theo would be upset if you abandoned them."
"They'll be fine Harry." Blaise responded in a soft voice. "You on the other hand? We're worried about you. You shouldn't have to deal with this alone. You shouldn't really have to deal with it at all in the first place."
Harry looked down at his lap, fidgeting with his fingers. He would be fine by himself. But it would be nice to have someone there that he knew.
"You already have plans to go to France. You should stick with them. You can always come visit me. I mean, if you want to."
Draco sighed. "We're not going to leave you to fend for yourself Harry. I already have my account manager looking for a house in Japan. You'll need to tell me the exact address and city of course, but we're buying a house near you. We can always live in both France and Japan. It's not a huge inconvenience and it gives me an excuse to buy more clothes!"
Blaise groaned at the mention of shopping. "I'll suffer through Draco's shopping trips for you Harry, but you have to promise you'll come over if you ever want anything."
Harry nodded, eyes watering yet again. "If you guys are sure you want to, I guess it would be nice to have you close just in case."
Draco smiled, plopping down next to his ex-rival and pulling him into a hug.
Freezing at the feeling of touch, Harry panicked before calming down and relaxing into his friend's arms. He still hadn't gotten used to being touched. Damn Dursleys. But he was getting there. And soon the magical world would be long behind him. Everything was coming right.
Later that night Harry contacted the Weasley twins, Neville, and Luna, about his departure to Japan.
The next day he received a letter from Neville wishing him luck, with a side note from Luna in her ever-cryptic way letting him know if he allows himself to bloom, the one will come to pick him. After pondering on the words for a few moments, he decided to leave them be. Luna's advice is never clear until you need it, or the moment has come to pass.
After breakfast, the twins' letter arrived from Bulgaria letting him know that they expected a weekly update and if they ever found out something had happened to their little brother they would personally come, and prank said person for the rest of their lives.
That afternoon he made sure he had all the magical items he had planned on taking in his trunk, then he shrunk it and attached it to the chain hanging around his neck. Along with his now shrunken trunk, sat a stag, a lily flower, a grim, a wolf, and a panther. The people who he lost who actually gave a shit about him. For all their mistakes and blind trust in that manipulative man he once called headmaster, they did all care in their own way.
He picked up his newly purchase phone, laptop bag, and suitcase with some muggle clothes picked out for him curtesy of Fleur Weasley and placed them near the entrance to Potter Manor. He had already informed Reo, Mr Ootori's assistant, earlier that day he would be ready at 3pm. Reo had been quite helpful over the past few days and he was starting to see the benefits of having a personal assistant. So much that he got the man to send through the profiles of the approved assistants early and organized to meet with five of the people on the list once he was in Japan.
Harry had spent the past few days learning more about Potter Co. and getting in contact with the current CEO, Mathew Birmingham. Though sceptical of Harry's qualifications at first, Birmingham quickly warmed up to the young Lord after learning Harry didn't necessarily want to take his place as CEO but instead, get involved in the company until Birmingham was ready to retire.
Birmingham was incredibly supportive of his choice to go to Ouran Academy in Japan. He mentioned it was one of the top schools in the world and suggested that he continue higher education at the Academy. Something about meeting the children of Potter Co.'s business partners. He also heavily suggested that Harry should learn both Cantonese and Mandarin at some point as 'many of Potter Co.'s business partners are based in China' and 'it's a useful tool while negotiating'.
When Harry heard that he sighed and added it as another language on his list. Sadly, language potions are only a short-term solution to learning a new language. Especially since they only translated spoken words. While there were artefacts out there which allowed permanent translation, they were considered cheating and he was forbidden from using them. His tutors, which he had started lessons with over email, had all agreed that he was a quick learner when he applied himself and if he went through full language immersion, he would learn the spoken language almost fluently within a month while the written language would come quickly with practice.
Looking at the clock, Harry decided he had time for a cup of tea.
Sitting down in the living room Harry called for Dobby. "Would you please make me a cup of tea, Dobby."
"Of course, Master Harry Potter Sir!" Dobby replied, snapping his fingers making a steaming cup of tea appear.
A smiled appeared on Harry's face as he picked up the cup of tea and cradled it in his hands, letting the warmth from the cup seep through into his hands. "You're an angel Dobby. Are you sure you'll be fine here? I can get you a room at the Ootori residence."
Dobby nodded with a smile. "Dobby will be making sure Master Harry Potter's house is ready for whenever Master Harry Potter wants to come back." quickly interrupting himself, Dobby continued. "But should Master Harry Potter be needing anything while he's being away, Master Harry Potter should call Dobby. "
"I appreciate it Dobby." Harry replied with a somber smile. "I would love for you to be able to come with me, but I'll be staying in the muggle world. I promise I will call you should I need anything, but you must make sure you stay invisible to muggles."
"I will Master Harry Potter Sir. Dobby will be the best Dobby can be!" Dobby said with a grin.
Harry smiled. The memory of how Dobby came to work for him re-surfacing. Though Dobby was happy to be a free elf, he was slowly losing his magic. Once Harry realized what was happening, he tried to find a way to stop his friend dying without losing his freedom. Eventually, he asked Dobby what was wrong. Dobby explained that house-elves were actually cursed out from the high elves. They betrayed magic, and the only way they could keep their magic was to bond to a wizard. This bond forces house elves to clean and cook for their bonded as the only way to keep their magic. In the beginning, most wizards and witches treated the elves kindly, but once they realized they were basically slaves to wizards, the turned cruel. To still be humane, and allow Dobby to keep his magic, Harry decided to bond with Dobby. In agreement to bond, Dobby would receive a monthly payment of 5 galleons and as many socks as he would like. Harry tried to get Dobby to accept more money. However, Dobby was insistent that 5 galleons were already too much for the great Harry Potter to be paying Dobby. Harry took a long sip from his tea, time flying by as he reminisced about the past.
The doorbell rang.
Harry put his cup down, and it vanished. Smiling he grabbed his newly purchased muggle suitcase and opened the door, ready to face his new life.
AN: Yet another re-write. Oops. Btw, cross-posting on Ao3.