A New Life

by Serena530

The war is over. Voldemort has finally been defeated, but Harry has lost something precious. Following the words of a lost loved one he makes a major discovery about himself, and sets off on a new path.

3. Returning Home

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Sailor Moon or any of their characters, and have no right to them except as a long time fan.

A New Life
Chapter Three: Returning Home

Harry walked through the first level of the Ministry on his way to the Apparition point, and once there he focused for a moment before he Apparated to Diagon Alley. He walked down the alley and straight to Gringotts determined to find out if he needed an appointment to get a passport.

He went inside and asked the first available goblin if he needed an appointment to get a passport, and was told he didn't and was directed to another goblin that was called forward. The goblin escorted him to a side door and he went inside to be greeted with another goblin sitting behind a desk.

He then began to go through the process of getting his magical passport. Filling out a few documents, signing them, adding a drop of blood to each to further verify his identity, then taking a headshot picture, and finally paying the fee.

When all of that was finished he was informed that his passport would be mailed to him in a few days and he would be cleared to travel.

Harry thanked the goblin and saw himself out and was then escorted by a waiting goblin to the lobby of the bank. He left the bank after that and walked back down the alley before he turned on a side street and entered Carkitt Market.

Carkitt Market was an outdoor shopping area that he learned about after his visit to The Sorcerer's Spot. He had decided he needed to explore the side streets and alleys of Diagon Alley, and it was a good thing he did because he had not known there was a post office, and that was something he needed.

He knew when it came to getting muggle mail there was no way if you lived in a magical area unless you wanted to take your chances and give your actual address and see what happened.

Then he found The Owl Post Office, and saw from the advertisement on the window that they had P.O. Boxes. That was perfect for him since he knew he would need an address to get his muggle passport.

Harry walked through the market until he came upon the post office and opened the door and went inside. He quickly rented a P.O. Box for three months judging that more than enough time for his muggle passport to arrive once he applied for it.

He was informed of the options to either have his mail sent directly to him once it arrived or be sent an owl with a notice that he had mail so he could come pick it up. He decided to go with the option of having his mail sent directly to him once it arrived, so he didn't have to deal with going down to the post office to pick it up.

With that done he left the office and checked the time. He still had time before Bill and Fleur would be home from work, so he decided to go deal with the reason he got the P.O. Box, and went to start the process to get his muggle passport.

Harry left Carkitt Market and Diagon Alley altogether through the Leaky Cauldron and made his way to the closest muggle post office.

When he'd made the decision that Japan would be his travel destination he knew he would need a muggle passport, so he had done his research to find out how to get one. Apparently they had the applications, ability to take the required picture, and were also able to help check that everything was in order before sending it in.

He went inside and grabbed an application from where they sat easily accessible and then left and returned home. He settled in the library since that was where his muggle pens were and began to read through the application.

As he read Harry was instantly glad for the discovery he had made among the important papers his parents left him with his adoption papers. He had dual citizenship in England and Japan, because he was born in Japan and legally adopted in England.

On top of that his Potter parents had made sure he had the legal use of both his birth and adopted names, which he was pleased about since he intended to use his birth name over in Japan.

He would have to register as a citizen with the Ministry over there, but he wasn't worried since his birth name would legally work for that as well. His muggle papers were already done and on file, and he was already in the records of having been adopted and was living in England.

He read that he would need two photos, which wasn't a surprise since he had had to take a picture for his magical passport as well, and that they could be taken at the post office.

Good. I'll take them when I bring the application back and pay the fee. He thought as he continued to read, and then his eyes almost popped out of his head.

What?! Ten to fourteen weeks to get the passport!? He thought in shock. He was not about to wait months before he could leave. Even the shortest time of ten weeks was too long!

Harry sighed and calmed himself as he pulled off his Mokeskin pouch and dug through it briefly before he pulled out the large envelope that held all the important papers concerning his identity and adoption. He then reached back inside the pouch and pulled out the Elder Wand.

He sorted out the documents he would need and carefully used the Elder Wand to make copies, so they would look like the originals since he wasn't willing to send the originals even though the application said they would send them all back.

Reaching for a pen he pulled the application closer and carefully began to fill it out; making sure he wrote out his birth name and spelled it correctly.

Once he was sure all the right information was there and nothing was missing he reached for the envelope that had accompanied it, and wrote out the P.O. Box address he had rented for the return address. Muggles would see the name Mamoru Chiba, but witches and wizards would see Harry Potter.

Harry then picked up the Elder Wand and put a strong compulsion charm on the application and the envelope it would be sent in, so it would get through, approved, and back to him as fast as possible. Ten to fourteen weeks was beyond too long to wait.

He was about to return the wand to his pouch, but paused as he glanced at the copies of the documents he had made. In the next moment he put a strong compulsion charm on each document as added reassurance that his passport would get back to him quick.

With that done he put the wand back in his pouch, and returned his identity and adoption papers to their envelope and put that back in his pouch as well before he replaced it back around his neck.

He slipped the application and requested papers inside the envelope that came with the application, and stood up as he checked the time. He still had time before he could head over to see Bill and Fleur, so he grabbed the envelope and headed out of the library and down to the foyer as he concealed his pouch beneath his shirt.

Harry paused as he reached the foyer and focused for a moment before he silently Apparated to the alley across the street from the Leaky Cauldron. He looked around to make sure he wasn't noticed and then took a step to walk out, but stopped as he remembered that he still looked like Harry Potter.

Can't have that for a picture of Mamoru Chiba. He thought as he pulled out his wand and removed his glamours. He pulled off his glasses and put them and his wand away before he walked out onto the sidewalk, and headed for the same post office he had gotten the passport application from.

He went inside and walked up to the first available clerk, thankful the place wasn't busy, and after the usual polite greetings he explained that he needed to take pictures for his passport application.

The woman waved him over to a different area that was clearly set up for passport photos, and they got his two pictures taken quickly. She then went about double checking his application and the required documents before she watched him sign the application. Apparently that was something that was needed, because she then signed it as well as a witness.

Everything went inside the envelope before it was sealed, and he used his Mamoru Chiba debit card to pay the fee before it was mailed off. He check the time with the clock on the wall and then left the post office. He walked back to the alley across the street from the Leaky Cauldron and Apparated back home.

Walking out of the foyer he found the closest mirror and reapplied the glamour to his hair and eyes before he placed his glasses back on. Once he looked like Harry Potter again he returned to the foyer and Apparated just outside the wards surrounding the Shell Cottage property.

He walked up to the cottage and knocked on the door. He waited only moments before the door opened to reveal the lady of the house.

"Harry." Fleur said in surprise. "Please come in." She added, the emotion still tinging her voice.

"Thanks." Harry said as he stepped inside. "Is Bill home?" He asked.

"Oui." She answered. "Do you need him?" She asked.

"I wanted to talk to you both." He said as he looked to her, and she nodded.

"I'll go get him. Make yourself comfortable." Fleur said, and he nodded.

Harry looked around and decided the kitchen table was good enough, so he pulled out one of the chairs and sat down as he thought about what he still needed to do.

Have to start packing. He thought immediately even though he already knew he didn't intend to take a lot. He would buy whatever else he needed over in Japan.

And I'll need to find a place to stay for when I get over there. Something more private than a hotel room considering I'll be using magic. He thought, knowing he would have to go to the public library and use their computers and see what he could find.

"Hey Harry." A masculine voice suddenly said, and he turned to see Bill walking into the kitchen with Fleur right behind him.

"Hi Bill." Harry greeted him. "I hope you don't mind me just showing up like this."

"Not at all." Bill replied as he took a seat at the table.

"You know you are always welcome here." Fleur added as she too sat at the table.

"So what brings you by?" Bill asked curiously.

"Remember when I said I was going to be traveling in the near future?" Harry asked, and watched them nod. "Well, that future is now." He said.

"Right now?!" Bill said in surprise.

"After my passport arrives." He said with a shrug. "I just put in for it earlier today."

"Have you told anyone else?" Bill asked.

"I told Kingsley earlier, which is how I knew that I even needed a passport." Harry answered. "I think I'll let Neville know since he's been an especially good friend since the war ended, but I don't plan on telling anyone else until right before I'm about to leave. So your parents and brothers, and Hermione."

"That way they can't try to talk you out of going." Bill said as he nodded.

"At least in the case of your mom and especially Hermione." Harry said. "She's been back at Hogwarts for almost two months now, and she's still trying to get me to go back." He said as he rolled his eyes.

"She doesn't know you've already taken your N.E.W.T.s." Bill said knowingly.

"Nope." Harry said as he shook his head. "That wasn't her business to know. Not to mention I've been trying to put up boundaries between the two of us. She seems to think because we're friends she has free and ready access to me and my house whenever she wants."

"What?" Fleur asked with a surprised frown.

"A few months ago she asked me where I was living since she couldn't get into Grimmauld Place. She had apparently tried Apparating, Flooing, and unlocking the door, and when she wasn't successful in any of those she assumed I wasn't living in the house anymore." Harry explained.

"As opposed to just making sure no one could invade your privacy whenever they wanted." Bill said incredulously.

"Exactly." Harry agreed. "And when I pointed that out she said I never had a problem with it when she would walk into my dorm room at the castle, and in my bedroom when we were all living at Grimmauld Place together."

"How did she react to that?" Fleur asked curiously.

"Well, when I told her that we were adults now and that I required privacy and notice when she wanted to visit, and that she would never dream of doing that to anyone else, she said it was different with me because we were friends." He said.

"I told her clearly that that wasn't true, and that none of my other friends thought they could do that. That I didn't know why she thought she was special and could get away with it." He continued.

"She just tried to placate me, and I could tell that she didn't think I was right." Harry said with an aggravated huff. "We have distance between us, I have boundaries in place, and hopefully she'll make some new friends without me and Ron there with her."

Bill and Fleur nodded, knowing from experience that Hermione tended to think she was always right, and that some rules and common courtesies didn't apply to her.

"So where do you plan on going?" Fleur asked softly.

"I don't know." Harry answered even though he did know. "I don't even know if I'll just go to one place or rather one city, make my way around one country, or travel the world."

"I just know that I need to get away, and I wanted you two to know ahead of everyone else." He continued with a shrug. "You two are the older brother and sister I wish I had."

"You were Ginny's favorite brother. She trusted you over everyone in the family, even more than your parents, and I understand why, so I trust you as well." He said to Bill before he looked to Fleur.

"We bonded because of the tournament and since then you've always treated me like an equal instead of a little boy that needed to be told what to do." He said to her and then his expression darkened a little. "Or a weapon to be kept safe until it was pointed in the right direction."

"Even though you both have been grieving you've been here for me and haven't judged me. You've kept me company when I needed to be around people, and gave me my space when I needed to be alone. You haven't told me I don't care about certain deaths, or that I'm not being emotional enough, or that I don't talk about those who have died enough." He continued as he looked at them.

"You don't tell me how and when I need to grieve. You haven't accused me of having changed since the war, and even if you actually think that you've still accepted me as I am." He said.

"Because of all that, because you treated me similar to how Ginny did, I'm trusting you. Trusting you with the early knowledge that I'm going to travel, because I'm making the effort to keep it as quiet as possible so the Daily Prophet doesn't get ahold of the information before I leave." He told them.

Bill and Fleur exchanged a look. This was unusual for Harry, to open up the way he was or even to express himself at all, but then again he had given them the answer. He trusted them. He didn't open up to anyone even a little if he didn't trust them.

"Thank you for trusting us." Bill said as he looked back to Harry.

"Oui. We know what a gift that truly is." Fleur added.

"We definitely understand why you want to keep the fact that you want to travel quiet. I can just imagine the headlines wondering why you were leaving, where you were going, and when you would be back." Bill said.

"And that does not include what questions may be asked of anyone who knows you once they realize you are gone." Fleur said.

"True." Harry agreed. "I'm sorry in advance for any trouble they cause you."

"Don't worry about it." Bill said. "We can always avoid them."

"Oui. We will be fine. Worry about yourself Harry." Fleur told him. "Have you packed yet?" She asked a little excitedly.

Harry smiled and said he hadn't, and didn't plan to until he had his passport.

~HPxXxMC~

Harry and Cedric stabilized their balance after their Portkey trip as they looked around. Neither of them had known the cup had been made into a Portkey, and it was obvious the trip hadn't taken them back to the beginning of the maze in front of the cheering crowd.

In fact, the longer they looked the more they began to see as their eyes adjusted to the dark around them. They looked at each other as they realized they were in a cemetery.

"Kill the spare!" A voice said suddenly, the tone sounding like a hiss.

"Avada Kedavra!" A second normal sounding masculine voice said.

Harry turned his head toward the voice and green light filled his vision as it lit up the area and shot pass him. He followed it and stared in shock as the light hit Cedric in the chest.

The older boy instantly collapsed and landed on his back; his eyes wide open and staring up at the sky blankly.

Run! His mind told him as he turned his head back forward, but before he could the voice came again.

"Stupefy!" It said, and there was a red streak of light coming at him.

His eyes widened as the light sped toward him. His body was just now tensing to start running, and didn't have the time to switch to trying to dodge before the light reached him and his world went dark.

~xXx~

Harry didn't know how much time had passed since everything went dark, but as soon as he regained awareness he knew he was in trouble. He could feel that he was seated on the ground leaning against something hard that he was tied to. He was tied very tightly as well around his chest and upper arms.

He blinked his eyes open and saw that it was rope keeping him secured. He lifted his head and blinked as he saw a massive black cauldron a few feet ahead of him sitting on a bright fire, which also served to light up the graveyard and the tombstones around him.

In front the cauldron was a short round person dropping something long into the cauldron, and his heart sped up as they turned and began to approach him. They pulled out a dagger from their robes, and his heart seemed to double its pace.

The person knelt down and grabbed one of his arms, and Harry narrowed his eyes as he recognized Peter Pettigrew. Before he could say anything the dagger sliced through his arm and he hissed at the sharp pain as he watched his blood be collected in a goblet.

The man who had betrayed his parents took the goblet with his blood in it to the cauldron and poured it in. Harry then gasped in shock as the man chopped off his own hand and let it fall into the cauldron.

He listened to Pettigrew's cries and whimpers of pain as he watched the cauldron. Light flashed from it and smoke came pouring out of it, and he could only feel dread as his mind recalled the hissing voice.

A few long moments later a tall thin figure rose up and out of the cauldron. Pale skin, that was as white as bone, almost shone in the dark, helped along by the light of the fire, the head was bald, the face was almost lacking a nose it was so flat with slits for nostrils, and had wide red eyes.

The male gazed at him with his red eyes, and Harry stared right back.

Shock filled his mind as he stared into the face of the man that had murdered his parents and influenced his life so much. He had tried to come back using the Philosopher's Stone, and the diary through Ginny trying to use her soul, and now he had finally managed it through some kind of ritual that involved his blood.

"Robe me Wormtail." Voldemort hissed, his eyes never leaving Harry's.

Harry kept his own eyes on the red orbs in front of him, so he would be aware of what was coming at him; not to mention he had no wish to see what the dark wizard's new body looked like; naked as he was and with his face looking as it did.

"Finally we meet again Harry." Voldemort said once he was wearing a black robe and stood on the grass in front of the large cauldron.

"Come Wormtail." He commanded and finally looked away from Harry as Pettigrew scurried to his side. He grabbed the ratty man's arm and pressed his finger to his skin.

Pettigrew screeched in agony.

Harry watched the man wreath in his pain. He didn't like the sight of anyone in pain, but he didn't feel sorry for the man. He was a large part of the reason his parents were dead, and this was the result of choosing the side he did.

"Now they will come." Voldemort said as he released Wormtail and turned his attention back to his young nemesis. "My followers will come crawling back to join me, and then..then they will see how powerless you truly are."

"They will watch and enjoy as you pay the price for daring to defy me, for daring to think you could possibly beat me, and then they themselves will pay for their crimes against me." He continued, his voice hissing as Wormtail whimpered at his feet.

A few long moments of tense silence passed for Harry before the sound of multiple pops echoed around the graveyard. He could hear calls of 'master' coming from different directions, but he kept his eyes on the snake-like man in front of him; unwilling to be surprised because his attention drifted.

Voldemort began to speak to his followers about his journey back to obtaining a body, and Harry subtly tried to free himself but found the ropes were just as tight as they had been before he regained consciousness.

"Now Harry, it is time you understand just how insignificant you truly are." Voldemort said as he turned back to him.

He calmly stepped toward him, and Harry's heart began to race again; having calmed down during the long speech. He watched the dark wizard raise his wand toward him, fear filling him as he wondered what exactly was going to happen.

"Crucio!" Voldemort hissed, and Harry screamed as sharp pain assaulted every nerve ending his body had.

All Harry felt was pain. He couldn't hear the Death Eaters laughing and cheering, he couldn't see for some reason, and he couldn't think. All he knew was pain, agonizing, unrelenting pain.

Then it suddenly stopped, but his body twitched and shivered from the aftermath as he panted in his slumped position.

He blinked his eyes open slowly just as he realized his eyes being closed was why he couldn't see. He hadn't even realized he had closed them.

"Crucio!" Voldemort hissed again.

The scream that ripped through Harry's throat was painful in itself and just added to the rest of the agony sizzling through his body. His body jerked and struggled against the rope holding him uncontrollably as his screams continued.

He didn't feel the bruises forming where the rope held him, and he didn't feel when his head repeatedly hit the tombstone he was tied to. All he felt and all he knew was unceasing agonizing pain.

The pain stopped suddenly and he groaned as he sat slumped against the rope restraining him. Every tiny inch of him hurt, even his hair hurt, but he was still aware enough to wonder why the nerve ending pain had stopped. Not to mention why he couldn't see.

Harry didn't know how long he sat slumped before it finally occurred to him that he couldn't see because his eyes were closed. He blinked them open, and then blinked again in surprise at the sight in front of him.

The graveyard was gone, and in fact, the tombstone he was tied to was gone and the rope as well since he couldn't feel them anymore.

The ground beneath him was large smooth silver-white tiles of shiny marble, and misty fog surrounded his seated figure. He looked up and saw nothing but white above him, but he sensed that he was still outside.

He climbed to his feet, idly noticing that the pain he had been in was completely gone, and saw that the misty fog reached his knees and was almost thick enough to obscure the marble he was standing on.

Harry looked around and saw nothing but the misty fog and silver-white marble ground, but he instinctively knew he was supposed to be here. Following his instincts he began to walk, and as he walked he began to see tall elegant silver-white marble pillars on both sides of him.

They were spaced out evenly by a couple of feet, and he realized they were lining the pathway he was apparently walking on. He glanced back up to the sky and this time he caught a glimpse of black before the white covered it again. It was as if that had happen just to show him what was really there or rather what was supposed to be there.

He continued to walk and eventually he came upon a white wall that stretched up and blended into the white of the sky. He looked back down and saw that the path veered off to the left along the wall, so he followed it.

Eventually he spotted a large elegant white balcony. The long railing was thick rounded and rectangular, and was held up by numerous evenly spaced rounded decorative short pillars.

Harry stopped beneath the balcony and looked up expectantly; instinctively knowing he was there to see someone.

Footsteps sounded as soon as the balcony had his complete focus, and suddenly a figure appeared and moved toward the railing before leaning slightly over it.

The figure, more like a silhouette, was obscured, but he could tell it was a female. From the little he could see she was wearing a dress, that he sensed was beautiful, and had long hair. Both were white with a silver-tint like moonlight.

When he squinted he thought he could see the tips of her fingers peeking over the edge of the railing, and that she had bangs covering her forehead.

"Please, you must find the silver crystal." Her voice came to him soft and melodious, sounding so soothing despite her pleading.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, confused and yet somehow not.

"Find the silver crystal, and you will know." She replied.

"Why me?" He asked.

"When you find the silver crystal you will know." She answered. "It is the only way."

With her last words fading in the air the misty fog began to thicken and converge from all directions completely hiding her silhouette from his sight.

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Harry's eyes blinked open, his mind and heart calm despite the mental torture he had just dreamed. It wasn't surprising. Dreams of the mystery woman always had that effect on him.

Before he could continue that line of thought he heard a tapping at his window. He looked over and saw a dark owl flapping its wings.

He sat up as he pushed his covers back and got out of bed, the navy blue pants legs of his pajamas sliding down his legs. He walked over to the window and opened it, the cool morning air bathing his bare chest, and allowed the owl to rest on the windowsill as he retrieved his mail.

The envelope was small but thick and had the seal of Gringotts on it, and he knew exactly what it was.

"Thank you." Harry quietly told the owl, who hooted softly at him before flying away.

He closed the window and returned to his bed. As he sat down he opened the envelope and pulled out a little black booklet with gold lettering. It had the word Passport at the bottom, and the words Magical Community of Great Britain & Ireland at the top. In the center of those two was the Ministry coat of arms.

He opened it and saw that it had a few pages inside with his essential information: his picture, name, nationality, birth place, and date the passport was made. Some of the pages were empty and he wondered what that was about, but shrugged his shoulders and closed the little booklet.

It had taken three days for his magical passport to arrive and during those three days he had been busy with his travel preparations. He had gotten himself a wand holster so he didn't risk losing his wand by keeping it in a pocket, and so there was less chance of it being seen by muggles.

Instead of buying one he had decided to return to his family vault and see if there was one there. Thankfully there had been a few and they had surprisingly been labeled. He had chosen one that was a deep blue, and had the ability to become invisible once it was on so it couldn't be seen by anyone; and better yet his wand couldn't be seen either.

Harry had also started looking for a place he could stay at for when he arrived in Tokyo. He had been spending a lot of hours at the public library on the computer looking at different hotels, and eventually decided against a hotel since he would be using magic and wanted more privacy than a hotel could provide.

Instead, he started looking for something more homey, and had found rental properties. So far he had not found one he liked, so he was still in the process of looking.

He had also gone to the airport and looked and wandered around, so he would know where he was going when he went back for his flight. The last thing he wanted was to get lost and miss his flight.

Harry sighed as he pulled his Mokeskin pouch off over his head and enlarged it before placing his passport inside. He closed it and placed it back around his neck and watched it shrink back down to the size of a necklace.

He knew he needed to go back to the airport and buy his plane ticket, but he wanted to wait until he had his muggle passport. He actually needed to since he obviously couldn't pick a date to fly if he didn't have his passport, so he could leave the airport in Tokyo when he arrived.

I suppose I can still check the flights and times online to see what's available. That way I'll know what I want and won't need to hesitate while I'm thinking. He thought as he pulled his wand from his holster, and banished the envelope his passport came in.

Until then I can start packing and then get back to searching for the right rental property. He told himself as he got up from his bed.

Harry placed his wand back in his holster, and stepped toward his old school trunk. He opened it and began to take everything out, so he could see exactly what he had in it and what he wanted to leave behind and take with him.

Once everything was laid out on the floor around him he began to put in the things he wanted but didn't want to put in his pouch; essentially his keepsakes. His photo album, the Marauders Map, a set of his Hogwarts robes, his Weasley sweaters, his Quidditch uniform, etc.

When he was satisfied with what he had packed he closed the trunk and shrunk it down to the size of a jewelry box before he put it inside his Mokeskin pouch. He would be adding some books to it later, but he didn't want to put them in now in case he needed them before it was time for him to leave.

He then stored everything else, which was a bunch of nick knacks, in a box inside his closet before he went and got ready for the day.

Harry took a quick shower and dressed, and then headed out to the library to continue his search for a place to stay in Tokyo.

It didn't take him long to get there at all, and soon he was seated in front of one of the computers and scrolling through rental properties.

Almost an hour later he found one that looked pretty good to him. It was a fully furnished spacious apartment in a seven floor building, and was located on the fifth floor. It had one bedroom with a full sized bed, a full bathroom, and a living room with a combined kitchen and dining room. There were light wooden floors, white walls, and nice sized windows.

It has a TV too. He noted. It's been years since I've actually sat and watched TV. He thought as he continued to look at the available pictures.

Harry nodded to himself and read the rest of the information. It required a minimum of two weeks stay in order to rent it, and was of course located in Tokyo. It was also expensive but wasn't nearly as expensive as he had been imagining.

Since he liked what he read and saw he wrote down the site and all the important information on the apartment, so he would be able to find it again when it was actually time to rent it, which was after he got his muggle passport.

~HPxXxMC~

Harry sat in the dining room of his family manor eating lunch as he read a letter from Hermione. It was a long letter about her classes, how she was doing in them, and how she thought she could be better if she studied just a bit harder. Along with that was a subtle admonishment that he needed to finish his education, so he could get a good job.

He sighed. He had already gotten four similar letters since she had been back at Hogwarts. Despite his vague hope none of them mentioned how she was doing outside of her classes and studying. He considered that proof enough that she hadn't made any new friends.

I wonder if Ron gets similar letters. He thought dully, but not really caring.

The distance had already grown a great deal between him and Ron and Hermione. For all her smarts he didn't know if Hermione realized what was happening, and he didn't think Ron cared enough anymore to notice with him still so much in his feelings.

Neither of them will likely realize until after I'm gone and they barely hear from me if at all. He thought before he suddenly heard a tapping against the window.

Harry looked over and saw an owl waiting for him. He put the letter down and got up and opened the window. The owl flew in with a rather large envelope that was the size of letter paper, dropped it on the table, and flew back out the window before he could even move to try and offer it a treat.

He closed the window and went and sat back at the table and picked up the envelope. A smile instantly stretched his face as he saw the name that was on it: Mamoru Chiba. That told him exactly what was in the envelope; his muggle passport.

Opening the envelope he pulled out a small stack of papers and a little booklet. The stack of papers turned out to be the copies of the documents that had been requested, and the little booklet was of course the passport.

It was blue with white lettering that said United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland at the top, British Passport at the bottom, and in the center of the cover was the national coat of arms.

He opened the booklet and found the same thing he had inside his magical passport. The essential information of his birth name, nationality, birth place, the date the passport was made, and his picture. Behind that were empty pages, and he still wondered what they were for, but he figured he would find out when he actually used the little booklet.

Harry sighed as he closed the blue booklet. It had taken two and half weeks to come, but it was here and he could now finish his preparations so he could begin his trip back to his birth country.

He put the passport down and went about finishing his lunch. Once he did he put the document copies back in their envelope and quickly refolded Hermione's letter to him before he pulled his Mokeskin pouch off over his head. Opening it as it enlarged he placed the envelope inside and then pulled out his debit card for his Mizuho Bank account and the notes he made the last time he was at the library.

Placing the card and slip of paper inside his passport he closed his pouch and put it back on around his neck. He pulled his wand out and took the time to send his dishes to the kitchen sink before he grabbed his passport and his letter from Hermione and left the dining room.

A quick trip to the study had him placing the letter in one of the desk drawers where it would stay with the others since he didn't feel the need to keep them in his pouch like they were important or vital.

Harry carefully placed his passport in his pocket and straightened his clothes before he walked to the foyer and Apparated as close to the public library as possible. He went into the building and headed straight for an available computer, and used his written notes to see if the short term rental apartment he wanted was still available.

Thankfully his chosen apartment was available, so he went about securing it. He pulled out his debit card and went about filling out the required information to rent it.

He was a bit perturbed that he needed to create an email account, but he went ahead and did it; making sure to write it and his password down. When he finished he clicked the button to finish, and the next page that appeared said he had succeeded in what he was trying to do. Everything would be sent to his email.

With that he quickly checked his new email, and saw that he had a confirmation notice. He would have to bring the confirmation email and check in at the front desk at which point he would get his keys to the apartment.

He printed the email and went and grabbed it from the printer that was nearby before returning to his seat. He logged out of his email and closed the page before he folded the paper and placed it in his pocket with his passport and headed for the exit.

Once outside he headed for an out of the way spot and Apparated as close to the Heathrow Airport as he could get without being seen. He walked inside and made his way to where he needed to go, thankful he had explored before so he knew how to get to where he needed to go.

He checked the available dates and options for a flight from London to Tokyo, and decided he was willing to pay for a nonstop flight, so he didn't have to deal with the flight stopping in another country on the journey, which would make the flight longer.

He walked up to one of the ticket agents and went about getting a ticket for the first available flight that met his choices.

A few minutes later he had his ticket and was thanking the teller. From there he made his way through the airport and toward the section where his flight would be boarding so he knew where it was and wouldn't have to search for it when the time came.

Thankfully it didn't take long, and he nodded as he looked around. He made sure to commit everything to memory before he turned and left.

Once out of the airport and away from cameras and witnesses Harry Apparated back to his family manor and headed up to his bedroom. He placed his passport with his plane ticket inside on his nightstand, and removed the paper with the notes for finding his rental apartment on it.

He didn't need that anymore, but it had his email address and the password on it so he placed it inside his Mokeskin pouch for safekeeping.

Harry sighed and went to his closet and grabbed the blue and black traveling bag he had bought a week ago from a store in Japantown, having taken the opportunity to use his Japanese language skills in the process. It was large but small enough that he would be able to carry it onto the plane without a problem.

He also didn't want to deal with the hassle of checking in a bag and having to wait for it to get off the plane and find it among the other passengers luggage. He had watched it during one of his visits to the airport, and decided that he wasn't going to be a part of that.

It was unnecessary anyway since he didn't plan on bringing a lot of clothes and other things. He was only bringing enough to get him through a few days, which was more than enough time for him to shop for clothes over there.

Harry placed his bag on his bed and opened it before he returned to his closet and began to take out some clothes. He brought them back to his bed and began to fold them. He had learned a spell to do this during his N.E.W.T. studies, but he still preferred to do it the muggle way.

Suddenly a tapping sounded at his window and he looked over to see an owl trying to get his attention. He put down the shirt he was folding and went to the window and opened it. The owl sat on the windowsill and he took the folded paper and opened it as the owl remained; letting him know a reply was expected.

It turned out to be from Bill, and was an invitation for him to come over for dinner. The whole family was being invited.

Perfect timing. He thought as he read what time dinner was going to be. He could announce he was leaving to everyone at once; most everyone anyway since Hermione was at the castle and the Weasley's thought of her as family just as they thought of him as family.

"I'll be right back." He quietly told the owl who hooted softly back at him.

Harry walked away and quickly made his way to the library since that was closer than the study and wrote a reply to the invitation; namely that he would be there and to keep an eye out for him.

He dried and folded the note before he returned to his room and handed it to the owl with his thanks. The owl flew away and he closed the window before he got back to his folding and packing.

~xXx~

Harry sat at the table in the kitchen in Shell Cottage in the evening slowly making his way through his desert.

After he had finished with his packing he had put his glamours and glasses back on since he hadn't been walking around looking like Harry Potter since he hadn't been going to places where he needed to use his Potter name.

When he arrived at Bill and Fleur's home Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were already there, and George showed up not long after reporting that Ron was eating out with some friends he had made while working on Diagon Alley so he wasn't coming.

Those two would have been the only other two to show up. Charlie was of course in Romania, Percy was working at the Ministry, and Hermione was at Hogwarts.

I'll send her a brief curtesy letter letting her know I'm traveling out of the country. He thought as he gazed around from his place at the table.

He didn't care if Ron found out, but he was sure someone here would inform him at some point after he was gone. Just like with his birthday celebration Percy wasn't close enough for him to care if he found out or not, and Charlie was one he wasn't close to either because he worked and lived in Romania.

Harry sighed. Being around most of the Weasley's made the absence of Ginny so much more pronounced. It had been the same at his birthday celebration and it was just as hard now as it had been then. If she was here she would be smiling and talking and thoroughly enjoying this time with her family.

Then again maybe she would be at Hogwarts attending her last year, and enduring Hermione's presence. He thought, and then sighed again. Even with that imagined scenario I miss the letters she likely would have written me.

"What's with the sighing?" He heard Bill ask from directly to his right.

"Yeah. You okay?" He heard George ask from directly to his left.

"Yeah. I'm just missing Ginny." Harry said quietly with a shrug as he idly stirred what was left of his desert.

Both men nodded understandingly and went quiet, thinking about their missing family members; particularly the ones who were forever gone.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" Molly called, and the three young men looked over to see her concerned face as well as Arthur and Fleur looking at them.

"Nothing's wrong, but since everyone's paying attention I have something I wanted to tell you all." Harry said.

"Well, let's hear it then." George said curiously.

"I'm leaving to go travel." Harry announced bluntly.

There was surprised silence from three of the group, and curious silence from the other two members.

"Well." Arthur said as he blinked in his surprise. "Well, this is unexpected." He said.

"This is so sudden." Molly said agitatedly. "Why, why are you going?"

"I need a change of scenery. I just need to get away." Harry said with a heavy sigh. "I have to find myself and my purpose, and not just..exist."

"When are you leaving?" Bill asked after a few long moments of silence.

"Tomorrow." Harry answered.

"Woah." George said quietly.

"Why so soon?" Molly asked with a frown, completely dismayed.

"Because my passport arrived today, and that was all I was waiting for." Harry said honestly.

"Well, why not wait? Why not go after the holidays?" Molly asked. "After all, Christmas is only next month. Just a few weeks away."

"I don't want to wait. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I'm just ready to go out into the world and see what I can find." He said.

"That is understandable. You are ready to get started." Fleur said with a smile, and he smiled slightly in return.

Harry looked around the table. Bill and Fleur both looked accepting and understanding, George looked a little lost and thoughtful, Mr. Weasley looked thoughtful, and Mrs. Weasley looked sad.

He was sorry she felt that way, knew that she likely wanted everyone together during the holidays considering the loss of two of her children, but he wasn't going to let her emotions sway him. He needed to go. He needed to get away from the memories seemingly everywhere he looked.

He wished he could run away from his thoughts, the memories in his head, sometimes, and he was seriously hoping that being in a different country, surrounded by a different culture, would help ease the memories and especially his nightmares.

"Where are you going to go?" George asked with curious thoughtfulness.

"I don't know." Harry lied easily.

He idly wondered if people realized that muggleborns and muggle raised people became good liars after they started at Hogwarts. It was to help keep their magical identity a secret and maintain the statute of secrecy, but they still had to do a lot of lying.

He had other things to keep secret, but he was becoming rather good at lying, and he didn't know how to feel about that.

"I'm just going to go, and see where my feet take me." He added.

"How long will you be gone?" Arthur asked.

"I have no idea." Harry answered honestly.

"Will you at least be able to make it back for Christmas?" Molly asked a little tearfully.

"I don't know. I'll have to see how I feel." Harry said, even though he had no intention of coming back so soon. "If I don't make it back I'll be sure to send gifts."

Of course that was a given anyway. It would just be a matter of picking what to get everyone, and if some people would even get anything at all.

"We certainly hope you have a good time Harry." Fleur said, and Bill nodded in agreement.

"Thank you." Harry said with a smile.

"Yeah me too Harry." George said with a light smile. "I hope you find yourself." He added with a grin.

"Me too." Harry said with a light laugh, seeing the small joke. "And thanks."

"I don't want you to go, but I also hope you enjoy yourself." Molly said tearfully.

"I hope you have a good time, and find what you're looking for." Arthur said as he put a comforting hand on his wife's arm.

"Thanks. Hopefully I will enjoy myself." Harry said since he honestly wasn't sure if he would or not.

~HPxXxMC~

Harry woke up the morning after having dinner at Shell Cottage, and eagerly got himself ready for the day.

Finally the day had arrived. He was leaving for his birth country, leaving to get away from The Boy Who Lived mania, leaving to escape the reminders of war, and leaving to learn more about his roots.

He showered, dressed, double checked his travel bag to make sure he had everything he needed, double checked his Mokeskin pouch to make sure everything that wasn't in his travel bag that he wanted and needed was in there, and walked around the manor to make sure everything was in its place, neat, and clean.

Once that was done he took a quick trip to Diagon Alley and turned down Carkitt Market before he made his way to The Owl Post Office. He hired an owl and sent it off with the short letter he had written to Hermione, and estimated based on the speed of that particular owl that she would get it during his flight.

That was good enough for him. He would be well out of reach, more so than he already was with her being at Hogwarts, and all she would be able to do is send him a reply letter.

And if she's foolish enough to send me a Howler than I'm done with her. He thought as he left the post office.

He'd only had his nightmares and emotions to deal with, that was bad enough, but he had also caught himself a few times reacting to sudden loud noises, a scent, and strangely enough sometimes a particular shade of a color; mostly green.

When that had first started to happen he had been slightly glad that his eyes were no longer green. The last thing he wanted was to look into a mirror or his reflection in a window, see vibrant green eyes, and have a breakdown.

Or worse; a waking flashback of Voldemort sending a Killing Curse streaking his way.

Shaking away that disturbing imagery; the point was a Howler was loud, and he didn't do well with loud noises anymore.

Harry made his way back home using his permanent Portkey, and when one o'clock came around he grabbed his travel bag and Apparated to Heathrow Airport. He wanted to make sure nothing delayed him from getting on the plane.

Thirty minutes later he was on the plane and putting his bag in the overhead compartment in front of his seat. When that was done he scooted into the row and sat in his seat right next to the window.

He sighed as he idly looked out the window, seeing his reflection a little because of the angle, and smiled briefly at his blue eyes and nearly neat hair. He had removed his glasses and glamours as soon as he got home and he didn't anticipate having to use them again for quite some time.

Although, I wish there was one thing I could conceal. He thought as he glanced down to his hand.

The words 'I must not tell lies' was easily readable, and even though he knew it might give him away should the wrong person see it he didn't cover up the scar. It was for the same reason he didn't cover up the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. This was his true appearance and he didn't want to conceal his physical features now that he was going to be away from people who instantly recognized The Boy Who Lived.

Harry closed his eyes and breathed slowly to relax. This was his first time on a plane and he wanted to try and enjoy the experience or at least take it all in and see if he would enjoy it.

I have eleven hours and forty minutes to find out if I want to stay away from muggle airplanes. He told himself, but didn't let himself forget why he was taking the flight in the first place; so he couldn't be tracked magically.

The last thing he wanted was for anyone from the Daily Prophet to find him and know where he was going.

~Meanwhile~

Hermione Granger sat in the Gryffindor Common Room at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry working on her Potions homework.

She was so happy to be back at the castle, but at the same time she wished things were different. She wished that Ron and Harry were here with her, so it could be like the last six years she had been at the castle.

She sighed even as she stared at the book in front of her. She had tried so hard to get them to come back with her, but they had both refused for their own reasons. Harry because he supposedly couldn't live in the castle with his memories, and Ron actually refused or rather wouldn't give a reason.

She had hoped to spend a lot of time with Ron at the castle furthering their relationship and making memories. She had a lot of memories of them together as friends, but she had none of them at the castle while in a relationship. She wouldn't get to experience hiding away in a broom closet or an unused classroom kissing the minutes away.

Although, I have a hard time believing I could pull myself away from my studies to do that, but that's what Ron was supposed to do. She thought as she shook her head lightly.

And with Harry she had wanted him at the castle so the three of them could make those last memories here, but also to keep an eye on him since she really had no idea how he was really doing after the war ended. He had been keeping so much to himself and not talking that she was worried about him.

Then there was that incident with him and Cho at that new pub. I'm still not sure if he was really flirting with her or not. She thought with a frown. It could have been his way of dealing with the aftermath of the war and all the deaths, which makes me worried about what he's been doing all these months.

He denied that was what he was doing with Cho, but who knows what he was really doing. She thought with a frown. I suppose I should be glad he's not turning to alcohol. Although, I can't be sure he isn't despite not seeing him drink anything besides Butterbeer at the pub.

Hermione suddenly looked up as she heard a tapping at the window among the talking going on around her, and watched as one of the third years sitting nearby opened the window. The owl that had been out there flew inside and surprisingly directly toward her.

She took the folded parchment and thanked the owl before it flew away. She didn't recognize it but she recognized the handwriting her name was written in.

Harry. She thought as she turned it over and open it. She hadn't expected a reply so soon considering he hadn't sent one before at least a week with all the other letters she had sent him since being back at the castle.

That's still faster than with Ron. She thought with a slight frown. But not as fast as with my parents. She told herself, but quickly pushed that away since things were still tense with them.

As Hermione read she nodded at the predictable replies he had toward her progress with her studies in her classes and how she felt about them. He always told her that she needed to not stress about it since she knew she would do better than anyone else anyway.

Of course he ignored her words about him needing to finish his education, and there was still nothing about him getting a job. She shook her head but stopped as she reached the end of his short letter, and gasped in shock.

He left! I can't believe he left! She thought with a shocked frown. And he didn't even tell me in person! She thought angrily.

Hermione couldn't believe it. What in the world was Harry thinking going traveling?! As far as she was concerned he should be focused on finishing his education and figuring out what he wanted to do with his life.

Instead he feels the need to go touring around the world or wherever he plans to travel to. She thought incredulously. He didn't even have the decency to say where he was going! Or even when he would be back!

Would he be back in time for the Christmas holidays or at least New Years? Or would he stay gone even longer than that?!

This is outrageous! He shouldn't have left, and to travel around of all things! I'm definitely going to let him know how I feel about this, and that he needs to get his behind back here and focus on what he should be focused on! She thought as she grabbed a blank piece of parchment.

~xXx~

Harry finished packing his bag with a sigh and looked around before he decided to go visit his Potter parents and say goodbye before he started his travels.

He made his way down to the foyer as usual and Apparated to an out of the way location at Godric's Hollow and began to walk. He walked pass the life size statue of his parents holding him as a baby, pass the house where they had lived before Voldemort ruined everything, and made his way toward the cemetery.

The sky was bright if a bit overcast and the air was cool, but it was nothing that bothered him.

Just as he was reaching the open gated entrance he stopped in shock to see his parents looking alive and well and walking toward him from inside the cemetery.

"Harry James Potter!" Lily Potter said angrily as they reached him. "What in the world are you thinking?!"

"You should not be leaving." James Potter said just as angrily. "There's nothing for you in Japan. No family and no friends."

"You should stay here where you belong!" His mom said, her voice shifting from anger to persuasion. "In fact, you should join us, so we can finally be together again."

Harry blinked in confusion but before he could even think of anything to say to any of their words they were moving closer to him. They each grabbed an arm and began to lead him into the cemetery, and when they reached the two Potter graves he saw a third one right next to theirs; with a headstone with his name and birth and death dates on it.

"Wait! No!" He said as he stopped and began to struggle against their suddenly tight grip on him. "I don't want this! I don't want to join you. I chose to come back and live." He said as he struggled.

"You chose to come back when you thought your Ginny would be here waiting for you." His dad said as they continued forward.

"She's with us now, and she's still waiting for you dear." His mom said softly. "Don't you want to be with her? Don't you want to see her, talk to her, touch her?"

Harry hesitated in his struggles. He was able to see and talk to her with the Resurrection Stone, but he wasn't able to touch her. The last time he had had been in his dreams.

He missed touching her, and feeling her touch him. She had been the only one he allowed to touch him so freely. His own reserve and his childhood with the Dursley's having made him wary of people touching him.

His hesitation was brief but it was enough for them to suddenly hurl him into the grave. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes as he fell, and when he thought he was about to hit the bottom he unconsciously blinked his eyes open as if he wanted to see it happen.

However, instead of hitting the bottom Harry jerked, startled, and blinked his eyes again as he found himself sitting in the back seat of a car. In the front in the passenger seat was his birth mother, and in the drivers seat was his birth father.

They were driving along a winding road and it was dark out, the only light coming from the headlights against the road. It was a very disconcerting change going from falling into a dark grave in the day to sitting in a car driving at night.

"You're traveling to Japan." Akina Chiba said as she turned in her seat to look back at him. "Why? Why are you doing that? Why would you do it? You've been perfectly happy to spend most of your life in England." She asked in angry disappointment.

"Yes." Daichi Chiba agreed. "Why now?" He asked, and then turned his head and looked back to him. "What do you hope to gain by going? Do you think you're worthy of going back there?" He asked, his voice growing angry.

"You are not! You do not have the right!" His father exclaimed angrily.

"There is nothing for you there. You can be a little wizard in the country you love so much." His mother added.

Harry stared at them in stunned shock. He could barely believe what he was hearing; barely believe the words they flung at him.

Before he could react beyond that, almost as the moment his mother finished speaking, the car veered off to the side, and he gasped sharply and lifted his arms and hands in front of him as they went over a cliff as if that would help him.

---

Harry blinked his eyes open sharply, startled out of his sleep, and looked around to see that he was still on the plane. He looked out the window and saw nothing but sky and clouds.

He sighed and closed his eyes briefly before he gazed out the window. He was very thankful he hadn't screamed or yelled in his sleep. With all his years of living with the Dursley's trying to keep quiet, dealing with Voldemort induced nightmares, and visions through his eyes because of the horcrux in him he had plenty of experience staying quiet when he was waking to keep his privacy.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he closed his eyes against the sight beyond the window. The dream, nightmare, was disturbing, but he reminded himself that it was just that; a nightmare.

He had spoken to both sets of his parents and they had given their blessings for him to do what he wanted. To live his life as he wished and go wherever he wanted. To reconnect with his roots and see how he liked it.

Although, the part about Ginny waiting for him was hard to hear. He didn't know if she was really waiting, he hadn't asked. She had just said she would be watching with his parents.

Another thing that bothered him was how his birth father had turned to look at him while he was driving, taking his eyes off the road. Had that actually happened? Was that how the accident that killed his parents actually happened?

He hadn't bothered to ask those details when he spoke to them with the stone, not deeming it important since they were already gone and not coming back, but he worried about it now. Had his baby self done something, made some noise, to cause his father to shift his attention from the road? Was it his fault his parents had died?

Harry opened his eyes and tried to shake away that thought. It didn't really work, but it was good enough for the moment. He checked the time and saw that it was only a few minutes before ten o'clock in the morning. The plane was due to arrive in Haneda Airport at 10:25am, so it wouldn't be long before he was in Tokyo.

He closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath and let it out just as slowly as he turned his attention inward and to his Occlumency shield. He moved beyond the invisible dome and walked through the deceptive field of red roses toward the white unassuming gazebo.

He stepped through the strong golden transparent energy stretched between two pillars and into the library that housed his memories. He confidently moved forward and calmly began to organize his memories of the time since he woke up on the day of his flight to the present in the proper books; including the memory of the nightmare he had just woke up from.

With that done he turned and left the concealed library and walked through the rose field before he exited his mind.

Harry sighed as he opened his eyes feeling better. With the memory of the nightmare stored away properly the emotions it had created were dulled and easier to handle. Now with that out of the way he could focus on something more important: the end of his flight.

In a few more minutes they would be touching down, and he would start living life in his birth country; in the city he was born in. He would be speaking only Japanese from the moment he got off the plane, and identifying only as Mamoru Chiba.

The minutes passed quickly and soon the plane was landing and coming to a stop. Everyone grabbed their bags from the overhead compartment and began to exit the plane.

As he walked through the hallway that led from the plane into the airport building he pulled out his passport, which had his ticket in it, from his travel bag. He exited the hallway along with his fellow passengers and headed for a man behind a desk who was apparently a Customs and Border Protection officer.

He showed his passport and found out what the blank pages were for as he watched the first blank page be stamped.

"Welcome to Tokyo Mr. Chiba." The man said in Japanese, assuming from his name that he knew the language, as he handed him back his passport.

"Thank you." Harry replied in the same language as he took his passport.

This is it. Mamoru Chiba from here on out. He told himself as he placed his passport back in his bag as he walked further into the airport.

As he walked he looked around curiously even as he followed the signs toward the exit, and found it just like the airport he left from back in London. Everything was mostly Japanese and labeled in Japanese, but beyond that there was seating, shops, and restaurants.

Then he slowed as he saw something off to his left that was clearly magical. There was nothing fancy about it, just an area that looked like they had pushed up the gate to open up their shop. There was a long desk and a small simple open yet well-lit area behind it with some file cabinets.

It didn't look magical at all except for the sign, which read Magical Information Desk. As he stared at it the sign kept switching back and forth between English and Japanese, and he realized the sign would change language for the individual person reading it, which was very convenient in his mind.

Mamoru walked over to it and was greeted by the woman sitting there. He returned the greeting and explained that this was his first time in the country, and she said that was no problem at all before she began to gather things to give to him.

A number of pamphlets were slid in front of him on the Ministry, the hospital, and the bank which told the basics about them and where they were located. He was also given a pamphlet on the Japanese Wizard's Code, which was apparently a social code of ethics that all Japanese witches and wizards went by.

In addition to that he was very helpfully informed that since fireplaces weren't prevalent in Japan only the major locations had fireplaces to move to and from. The Ministry, the hospitals, and the bank. Their main mode of transportation was Apparition, and Portkey for long distances; otherwise non-magical transportation was used.

From her description he understood right away that they used the word 'non-magical' rather than 'muggle', so he made a mental note to adjust his terminology.

Mamoru thanked the woman and asked if there was anything he should know before he left the airport, and was informed that there were signs that would direct him to the Apparition point.

He thanked her again and she said he was welcome before welcoming him to Japan and hoping he enjoyed himself. With that he walked away with his pamphlets in hand.

That was very convenient and considerate, and a plus in my eyes in regards to my birth country. He thought as he glanced back to the information desk.

He knew for a fact that Heathrow Airport had no such magical information area, and it wasn't a leap in logic to think the other airports in England had no such area either.

He continued walking and began to look for the Apparition point. Although, he was unsure how he was going to go about using it. He didn't know the area around the building where his rental apartment was located in order to not appear in front of any non-magical's.

Not to mention I only have the address and the pictures of the outside of the building I saw online to go off of. He considered with a light sigh.

He finally spotted a sign directing him where he needed to go to Apparate without any non-magical's seeing, and followed it easily to the next as he tried to figure out what he could do about his dilemma.

Maybe I can use a Disillusionment Charm or my invisibility cloak while I Apparate. He considered thoughtfully.

As Mamoru followed the signs he nearly decided against the Disillusionment Charm, because he didn't think it would be able to adapt to him changing location so instantaneously. However, with a bit more thought he believed it would likely work the way he wanted if he used the Elder Wand since the results would be stronger.

Finally, minutes later, he reached the last sign which pointed him through a door. He opened it and found a simple yet spacious white room with a row of seats off against one wall. There was a large sign that read Apparition Point and on one side of the room was a sign that read Inbound and on the other side Outbound.

He looked at his position and quickly moved to the side that was for those going outbound. He didn't want to be in the way of someone arriving. He then moved toward the seating and sat down slipping his pamphlets into a side pocket of his bag, and then pulled his Mokeskin pouch from beneath his shirt and over his head.

It enlarged as he opened it and he reached in and searched for what he wanted. Within moments he pulled his hand back out with the Elder Wand in his grip. He closed the bag and watched as it shrunk before he returned it to its place around his neck and safely hidden beneath his shirt.

He stood up and silently disillusioned himself and his bag, and then hummed thoughtfully as he saw that the wand was also invisible.

Interesting. He thought before he concentrated on the address and the image of the front of the building where his rental apartment was.

When it was firmly in mind he willed himself there and silently disappeared and reappeared on the sidewalk in front of a building. He looked around and smiled, despite the cool dry air, as he found himself exactly where he wanted and needed to be.

Mamoru nodded as he adjusted his jacket against the cold and then began to walk to find a suitable location for him to cancel his charms without being seen. He found an alley across the street and quickly went there and, seeing that no one was looking out of their windows, canceled his charms.

He opened his travel bag and placed the Elder Wand inside for the time being, and pulled out his confirmation email about the apartment. After a momentary pause he took out his passport as well since they were likely to want identification that he was the Mamoru in the email.

He closed his bag and looked both ways as he left the alley before he walked across the street. He pulled open the glass door to the building and walked through the bright and clean lobby toward the front desk where a woman stood.

She greeted him which he returned before he explained that he had just arrived in the city and had rented an apartment there in advance. She asked for his confirmation email and to see a picture ID proving that he was right to take out his passport.

After checking out everything he was given his keys and welcomed to the building before being directed to the elevators.

Mamoru thanked her and walked over to the elevators and pressed the up button. The elevator opened right away and he pressed the button for the fifth floor after consulting his confirmation email.

The ride was short and when the doors opened he walked through the quiet carpeted hallway and stopped at the door to the apartment he had rented. He unlocked the door and stepped inside and instantly saw that it was exactly as the pictures showed. The light wooden floors, white walls, and nice sized windows were all there.

He closed the door and began to walk around to make sure the rest was as described. The TV was there, chairs, tables, and couch as well. The kitchen was indeed combined with the dining room. The single bedroom was there with the full sized made up bed, and a full bathroom with soap and towels.

He went and looked out the living room window and sighed even as he smiled. This was it. He had made it. He was in Japan, in Tokyo, on his own in his own temporary space.

No angry or nosy so called friends, no reporters, no one staring and pointing at The Boy Who Lived, and no reminders of the war and my losses. I'm Mamoru Chiba here and can walk around freely without any problems. He told himself happily before he turned and sat on the couch.

Mamoru removed the strap of his travel bag from over his head and placed it on the couch before he first put the Elder Wand back in his Mokeskin pouch and then pulled out the pamphlets he had been given.

He chose to look through the one on the Ministry of Magic first and learned that it was here in Tokyo. It was located inside a tall office building in the business district. The ground floor had a security guard who was actually a wizard; he weighed wands and made sure non-magical's didn't get inside.

I imagine if they did he just escorted them right back out. He thought as he continued to read.

They had an Apparition point inside the building and one outside the building for new comers and those who preferred to arrive outside. The coordinates were clearly labeled for both.

He recalled reading about coordinate Apparating when he was learning to Apparate. They had never practiced it or required it to get the license, which he thought was foolish since he was now being confronted with doing it, but he wasn't worried. He was sure he could do it anyway.

Continuing on he learned that they also had a Statute of Secrecy, just like all magical societies apparently, but they had allowances in certain circumstances. Such as if a person were to marry a non-magical person they could inform them of their magical status and show them as proof.

Or even if they were dating someone and the person was trustworthy they could reveal the knowledge and show them. As long as the public at large didn't find out.

From his understanding that could be done back in England, but you weren't really supposed to do it. You were supposed to wait until you married the person and then spring it on them.

Unless you planned to live without magic once marrying then there was no reason to tell them. He thought as his eyes moved down the pamphlet. Until you found yourself with children and they started doing accidental magic.

He had never really thought about those particular issues when it came to dating or getting married. He'd had his brief crush on Cho and the one date, and then he had been with Ginny and had fully intended to continue to date her and then marry her. Both had been witches, so it had never been an issue.

And I doubt I'll have any issues now since I'm not interested in dating. He thought with a sigh as he pictured his Ginny's smiling face.

Mamoru then reached for the pamphlet on the Japanese Wizard's Code and began to read just in case there was anything in it that could help keep him from embarrassing himself in his birth country.

It basically said no practicing the Dark Arts or braking the Statute of Secrecy. If a person did then not only was it a terrible disgrace but they could face a legal trial at the Ministry. None of which he had to worry about at all, so he was sure he wouldn't disgrace himself or his birth country.

He put all but the pamphlet on the Ministry away in his bag and then shrunk the bag and placed it in his pocket along with the key to the apartment. He looked at the coordinates to the Apparition point outside the Ministry and easily memorized them as he put his wand back in his holster.

He got up and left the apartment, making sure the door was firmly locked, and headed down and out of the building. He walked away from the building and found a different suitable area to Apparate from and, focusing on the coordinates he memorized, silently disappeared.

He reappeared strangely enough in an alley, and was greeted by a sign on the wall that said that the Ministry of Magic was directly to the left once leaving the alley. Walking out he saw that the sign was correct. The office building he had just read about was there.

Mamoru walked up to the glass door and pulled it open and saw that it was just like he imagined a non-magical office building would look; except he could feel the magic practically radiating around him. Shaking his head he moved further in and walked up to the man in uniform behind the desk.

"Wand please." The man said as he stood up.

Mamoru pulled his wand from his holster and reluctantly handed it over. He didn't think he would ever be comfortable handing his wand to a stranger.

He couldn't see what the man did with his wand, but he brought it back into view a few moments later with no problems.

"All is in order." The security wizard said as he handed the wand back. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. The elevators are over there." He said as he gestured to his left further down the lobby.

"Thank you." Mamoru said before slipped his wand back in his holster and headed for the elevators.

As he reached the area he saw a sign that listed the departments and what floor each was on. He hadn't memorized the different departments of the Ministry back in England, but imagined these were the same just with slightly different names and maybe more or less departments.

Seeing which department he needed he went and pressed the up button and waited. It took a few long moments to come and when it did a few people stepped off. He waited for them to step away from the doors before he stepped inside. He pressed the button for the floor he needed and watched the doors close.

A few people got on and off on different floors and when his floor came the doors opened to a large bold sign that read Department of Immigration and Citizenship. He stepped off and turned to walk toward where he saw a front desk.

"Welcome to the Department of Immigration and Citizenship. How can I help you?" The woman sitting there asked.

"I need to register for citizenship, and I was wondering how to go about that." Mamoru said.

"Of course." She said before she pointed down a hallway. "Down that way the first door on your right is where you need to go."

"Thank you." He said.

"You're welcome." She replied before he walked in the direction she had pointed him toward.

When he reached the door he saw that it was a spacious office and a woman sat behind the desk reading something. He knocked and she looked up and smiled.

"Come on in, and please close the door." She said as she set aside what she was reading. "Please have a seat." She said after he had closed the door, and he sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk that left his back angled toward the wall rather than the door.

"I'm Hakura Keiko. I'm guessing you want to register as a magical citizen." She said.

"Yes, and I'm wondering if the process might be a bit different because of my situation." Mamoru said.

"Tell me about it, and we'll find out." Ms. Hakura said.

"Well, I was originally born here in Tokyo and from what I've learned fairly recently my parents took me with them on vacation. They died during that vacation and I was adopted, but my adopted parents made sure I was able to use both my birth and adopted names legally." Mamoru explained before he went about pulling out his passports from their locations on him.

"Hmm…that's interesting." She said thoughtfully. "So you're already a citizen of Japan, and you just need to resister as a magical citizen. Does that mean your birth parents weren't magical? Because if they were you would already be registered."

"No they weren't magical." He replied as he slid his passports over. "This might help explain my situation."

Keiko raised an eyebrow and saw that one passport was non-magical and from England, which explained where he had been adopted, and the magical passport just said the Ministry of Magic. However, she recognized the coat of arms, which indicated that it was the British Ministry of Magic further proving that he had been living in England.

She opened the non-magical passport and saw his picture looked like him and said his name was Chiba Mamoru. Then she opened the magical passport and her eyes widened as she saw that the picture was the same and yet some features were different and there was a different name.

An easily recognizable name that was known worldwide. Potter Harry.

Keiko looked back and forth between the pictures seeing a set of blue eyes and a set of green eyes, slightly messy yet relaxed black hair and wild black hair, glasses in one and no glasses in the other, but the same slight lightning bolt scar.

"This does explain it, and it also explains why you didn't put your adopted name on your non-magical passport. You deliberately wanted them separate." She said as she looked back to him; slightly in disbelief that Potter Harry was sitting in front of her.

"Yes." Mamoru said as he nodded. "The Wizarding World at large doesn't know, especially not in England, and I intend to keep it that way for the foreseeable future. Aside from that the only ones who would know right now are those who handle legal papers and they would have to be deliberately looking for those particular documents."

"Understandable." Keiko said as she nodded before she closed and slid the passports back to him. "Well, this should be easy enough. Here in Japan we take privacy very seriously, so no one will be looking through your records without a serious reason."

"That's good to know." He said with a sigh as he took the passports and put them away.

"Now then." She said before she moved her chair and opened a drawer and pulled out a document. "All you have to do is fill this out. Much simpler than it is with the non-magical government with the piles of documents you need to fill out and then the years to wait."

"Wow. It's either easier when being adopted as a baby or my parents used magic to help the process along since I can't imagine it's all that different in England." Mamoru said as he took the offered pen and began to fill in the blank spaces.

"I think it might have been a bit of both actually." Keiko said thoughtfully.

He nodded as he continued to write, thankful that so far they used pens and not ink and quills. A few moments later he finished and slid it across the desk as he put the pen down.

"Alright. You're all set." Keiko said before she pulled out her wand and made two duplicates of the document. "One for me, one for the Records Department, and one for you." She explained as she slid him one of the duplicate copies.

"Thank you." Mamoru said as he took the copy.

"You'll receive an official document of citizenship in the mail in a couple of days." She informed him, and he nodded and assumed it would be coming by owl since he didn't have an official address here.

"You should get a magical passport as well while you're here." She suggested.

"Where would I go to do that?" He asked.

"In the Department of Transportation. They have a passport office there." She informed him.

"Do you know how much it costs?" He asked as he stood up.

"Five sapphire Hōseki." Keiko said easily, which completely threw him, but he didn't let it show.

"Alright. Thanks for telling me." Mamoru said despite his confusion.

"You're welcome. You have a good day." She said.

"Thanks; you too." He said before he turned and opened the door and headed out.

Mamoru sighed. He was glad that that was done and out of the way, but clearly he had things to learn. He assumed from his question sapphire Hōseki was some form of currency here, but that was all he could infer. He needed to know more.

But where can I learn? He wondered as he passed the front desk, waving to the lady there.

He needed to learn not only about the money, but also what the magical society was like here. Plus, he could see that things were more modern here than they were back in England, and he wanted his magical skill to be on par with his birth country.

As he reached the elevators he saw a sign with the list of departments on it like there was on the ground floor. He hadn't noticed before because he had turned in the opposite direction. Reading through it now he saw that there was a department for where he should go. He just hoped they had a service for what he needed.

He pressed the down button and wait only moments this time before the elevator arrived and the doors opened. He stepped inside and pressed the button for the floor he wanted and waited as the doors closed and the elevator began to smoothly move downward.

When the doors opened again it was on the floor he wanted and the large bold sign read Department of Education.

He stepped out and turned as he did on the previous floor and walked to the front desk. This time a man sat there.

"Good morning. Welcome to the Department of Education. How can I help you?" He asked.

"Good morning. I'm new to the country and I just finished registering as a citizen, and I was wondering if you had any tutoring programs?" Mamoru asked. "I'm hoping for some help in learning about the magical society here and increasing my magical education."

"Indeed, we do have tutoring programs. Let me check the list and see if anyone is currently available." He said. "Do you want them now or does any time work for you?"

"Any time is good to me. I literally just arrived in the country a little over half an hour ago. I have nothing to do except find some food." Mamoru said, and that was the truth. He needed to stock his refrigerator, and he was a bit hungry. After all, the last time he ate was dinner at Bill and Fleur's house the night before his flight.

"Alright. We have a tutor that is listed as available right now. If you'll have a seat I'll call him in right now." The man said as he gestured to a row of seats off to his left.

"Sure." Mamoru said as he looked over.

He walked over and sat down and looked over at the man and watched as he held a phone to his ear. He was surprised at that. The Ministry back in England ran on nothing but magic; no electricity at all.

That's interesting. Does that mean they know how to make electricity work around magic? He wondered curiously as he pulled his travel bag out.

He pulled his wand and reversed the shrinking charm and place his copy of his citizenship questionnaire inside before he re-shrunk it and slipped it back inside his pocket.

I really do need to find a grocery store. He thought as he put his wand back inside his holster. I might have to find some fast food place if I can't find one around the apartment. He considered as he waited.

"They're on their way." The man called lightly.

"Alright. Thank you." Mamoru said.

Later today I'll write letters to everyone letting them know I arrived safely. I'll figure out some way of getting them to them. Maybe the tutor will be able to tell me if there's a magical post office here. He thought as he waited.

He spent the next few minutes lost in thought, idly aware they were starting to center around food, when he suddenly heard talking. He looked over toward the front desk and saw a tall guy standing there with a medium skin tone, and short blond hair with bangs that curled in the front wearing a black long sleeve shirt and blue jeans.

He looked over toward him and walked over to him, and he stood up assuming this guy was the tutor.

"Hey. I'm Furuhata Motoki." He said as he reached him, green eyes calm and welcoming.

"I'm Chiba Mamoru." He replied, understanding that the last name was spoken first in an introduction after hearing him and the woman down in the Department of Immigration and Citizenship do so.

"So, what kind of tutoring do you need?" Motoki asked.

"I literally just arrived in the country nearly an hour ago, and I'm hoping to level up my magical education and learn my way around the society here." Mamoru explained.

"Ah. I can do that. I graduated almost a year ago, but I learned well." Motoki assured him. "And I can definitely show all around magical Tokyo. You'll definitely need to know where the shopping alley is at the very least today."

"Thank you." Mamoru said with a slight smile. "I would ask how much this is going to cost, but that's something else I need to learn about. Either way however much it costs I'm willing to pay it; this is that important to me."

"Alright. Come on. I'm going to take you to the magical shopping center first. You're going to need to know where it is, and you need supplies so we can start your tutoring if you don't already have them." Motoki said as he gestured behind him.

"So I do private tutoring four days a week; twice on weekdays and during the weekend. The other days I work part time at an arcade called Game Center Crown." He explained as they reached the elevators.

"I've never been to an arcade before. You'll have to show me where it is so I can try it out." Mamoru said as he pressed the down button.

"No problem." Motoki said even though he was curious about why someone his age had never been to one before.

"And that schedule is fine with me. My education and learning my way around the city is all I'm going to be focusing on." Mamoru said as they stepped inside the elevator. "Where is it going to be at?"

"I usually do it at the person's home. Are you okay with that?" Motoki asked.

"Yes. I'm currently in a short term rental apartment. I'll take you there after you show me all around the magical alley." Mamoru said as the elevator moved down the building.

"So why did you decide to come here if I can ask?" Motoki asked curiously.

"I needed a change of scenery and decided Japan would be my first stop." Mamoru answered, and then shrugged. "I have no idea how long I'm going to stay, but I have no time limit so no worries."

"Well I hope you like it here." Motoki said.

"Well I already like what I've seen so far. I'm sure it can only get better from here." Mamoru said, and he meant that.

"So why do you do tutoring? Do you like teaching?" He asked him as they got off the elevator on the ground floor.

"I do like teaching, but I actually do it because I need the income. I'm going to a non-magical university and I need to be able to pay my tuition for the next school term." Motoki said.

"I've never thought about going to a non-magical university before." Mamoru said, but of course he hadn't had any non-magical education since his Hogwarts letter arrived. It was something to think about.

"I haven't even thought about what I want to do since I finished my schooling." He added. The last time he had thought about it was his fifth year when he had wanted to be an Auror, and he had of course decided he wasn't interested in that path since the war ended.

"Maybe you'll figure it out while you're here." Motoki said as they reached the Apparition point in the lobby. "You good to side-along Apparate?" He asked.

"Yeah." Mamoru said as he nodded and grabbed his arm.

"Hang on." Motoki said before he paused and they disappeared from the Ministry lobby.

~xXx~

The two young men appeared with a pop in a little side alley that had doorways to bathrooms, a water fountain, and at the end against the wall was a beautiful dark jade green statue.

"Where are we exactly?" Mamoru asked as he released his tutor's arm and looked toward the opening of the alley where people were walking by in both directions with shopping bags.

"We're in an outside shopping center, and that statue is the entrance to the alley." Motoki answered. "To non-magical's the statue is overlooked." He said as they walked toward it.

It was a dragon. A Japanese Winder; named for its slender body and that it looked like it was winding and dancing as it flew through the air. Mamoru recognized it from his studies for his Care of Magical Creatures N.E.W.T.

"Pay attention. This is how you get in." Motoki said as they reached the statue.

He pulled out his wand and taped the end against the dragon's snout. The jade dragon bowed and moved aside revealing the entrance to the magical alley and all the activity going on within.

"Welcome to Kototama Market Place." Motoki said as they stepped inside.

Mamoru looked around wide eyed. It was like Diagon Alley and the side allies, but more bright and modern. It seemed this took after the non-magical outside shopping center. There was even a second level of shops like in a non-magical mall.

"Do they have anything like this where you're from?" Motoki asked as he looked at his companion's awed face.

"Yeah. I've been living in England and they have a shopping alley in London that's kind of like this, but the society is stuck a few centuries back so everything is kind of dark." Mamoru said.

"I mean it's colorful and really populated and all, but the two sides are so close," He explained as he gestured with his arms and hands using the row of shops on either side of them. "and everything is crowded and lit with magic and candles and torches. Everybody uses parchment, quills, and ink to write with."

"Wow." Motoki said in surprise. "They seriously need to modernize."

"Yeah. I highly doubt they will anytime soon, but seeing this just gives me another reason to like it here." Mamoru said with a light smile. "Alright. Show me what I need to know and I'll explore another time for the rest. And you should probably start by explaining the money."

"Okay. First stop is Kuramas Wizarding Bank." Motoki said as he began to lead the way forward. "Here in Japan we use Hōseki Yen, which are three coins made of gemstones. Emeralds, Sapphires, and Rubies. Emeralds are our most valued coin here."

"We use gold, silver, and bronze coins back in England. I made a non-magical bank account to use when I came here, so how…" Mamoru began, but his companion anticipated him.

"Don't worry. They'll be able to help you." Motoki assured him as they walked. "Do you have your bank card with you?" He asked.

"Yeah." Mamoru answered.

"Good. Then let's go inside and get that taken care of." Motoki said as they rounded a corner into the next walkway.

Mamoru blinked and instantly knew which building was the bank. It looked like pictures he had seen in Japantown of shrines and temples. It was two levels with white walls and gold lining the border of the windows. There were six tall golden pillars holding up the second level and golden tiles made up the slightly flowing gabled style roofs making it look elegant.

The short white stone stairs led up to a veranda like isle, which the pillars stood on the edge of, before the large white double doors with gold decorations came into view.

The closer they got the better he could see the large sign above the door that said Kuramas Bank in vibrant green letters.

As they walked they could see people up ahead of them who were also clearly headed for the bank, and watched as the doors were opened for them.

"Isn't it cool how the doors open on their own? It does it every time someone approaches to go inside." Motoki said.

Mamoru blinked as he glanced to Motoki and just hummed in response, because he could see what was actually opening the doors. Black foxes were sitting on either side of the doors and using their tails to open them. He didn't understand why he could see them and Motoki couldn't.

Maybe they're like Thestrals or it has something to do with having The Deathly Hallows. He wondered as he eyed the foxes.

They looked just like regular non-magical foxes. Their fur looked just as silky and soft, their tails just as fluffy, their ears just as perky. The only things that were different was that they had white eyes and, as they reached the stone stairs, he could see that they were rather large. Half the size of the large doors in fact, and as tall as him while seated as they were.

They opened the doors and Motoki walked through as they approached the doorway, but he paused as he looked at both foxes. They both turned their heads and looked to him in a way that somehow looked knowing and yet curious.

"Thank you." He said simply, and watched as they bowed their heads.

Mamoru nodded his head in return and walked through the doorway, and gasped at what he saw. The lobby that he had stepped into looked nothing like he had expected. The walls were white and decorated with gold fox decals in various poses and stances that shined against the wall, and the floor was brown marble but it looked like an actual forest floor.

On top of that there were tall trees growing out of the floor as if the bank had been built around them, and as his eyes followed them up he gasped again as they landed on the ceiling. Or what should have been the ceiling. Instead it was open and showing the true sky outside.

Wow. He thought as he was reminded of the ceiling in the Great Hall at Hogwarts; only this was real instead of just perfectly mimicking the outside.

He allowed his eyes to drift back down as he slowly stepped forward, and that's when he noticed the decorative statues standing along the sides of various types of foxes. Aside from that along one wall were a few large fireplaces with golden flames; obviously for Floo traveling.

"Come on Mamoru." Motoki called, and he moved forward as his eyes continued to look around.

"The bank is run by kitsunes, but they also have witches and wizards employed." Motoki informed him as he caught up to him. "I usually can't tell who is kitsune and who isn't since they can transform themselves to look human."

"Really?" Mamoru said as he looked toward the tellers.

Now that he was focused on them he could see that most of them had almond shaped eyes, and pointed ears like the elves he had read about back before he found out he was a wizard. Some had brown hair, red hair, blonde hair, white hair, and black hair with eyes ranging from those colors and more, and they were beautiful and handsome.

When they got close to a teller that was free he could see that the male had fangs in his mouth and claws instead of fingernails.

"How can I help you today gentlemen?" The male asked pleasantly.

"My friend here is new to Japan and needs to learn about our currency and set up an account." Motoki explained.

"Certainly." The male kitsune said before he reached into a place beneath the counter and placed three coins on the counter top.

He explained that Japan's magical community used those three round coins, which were a vibrant red, green, and blue with the image of a dragon within a beaded circle on one side and a fox within a beaded circle on the other with the coins value number on it. They called them Hōseki Yen, and they were actually shaped gemstones of Ruby, Sapphire, and Emerald.

"Most carry around the Emeralds, but there are some that like or prefer to use the exact amount and carry around the Sapphires and Rubies as well." He continued, before he explained the value of each coin.

He moved on from there and Mamoru listened as it was explained that for large purchases they used a debit-like card like the non-magical's used. That way a person didn't need to carry around large amounts of money, and it would not stand out should someone non-magical happen to see it.

"Oh, that is so much better than back in England." Mamoru said, very impressed.

"The Goblins run the bank there do they not? What do they do for large purchases? I've always wanted to know." The teller asked.

"They use a small key that's about that size." Mamoru said as he gestured to the coins. "In the stores when it was time to pay you press them to this paper, and it somehow links up to your vault and takes the money directly from there."

"Ah yes." The teller said as he nodded in understanding. "I have heard of the vaults as well. Here we use safety deposit boxes that range from small boxes to large rooms, and that is really only for safe keeping valuables of all sizes."

Mamoru nodded, and was further impressed. It was clear to him that they seem to run much like a non-magical bank. They had debit cards, they didn't travel down to vaults underground with dragons standing guard, and they weren't intimidating on sight.

From what he had learned back in England Gringotts was supposed to be the only wizarding bank in the world.

Apparently that knowledge is very outdated since Japan clearly has a wizarding bank; that or the Japanese keep it secret somehow. He considered thoughtfully.

"Alright. So you need to open an account. Do you have a non-magical account and a debit or credit card to go with it?" The teller asked.

"Yes. I have a debit card." Mamoru answered.

"Excellent. Let's see it, and we can easily get you set up." The male said.

Mamoru nodded and pulled out his travel bag from his pocket before he pulled his wand from his holster and resized it. He pulled out his debit card and placed it in front of the teller before he shrunk his travel bag back down and put it back in his pocket.

As he was storing his wand away he watched as the teller swiped his card much like a non-magical bank would or a store before handing it back to him.

"Okay. How much would you like to use to start your account?" The teller asked.

"How about half of what's there." Mamoru said, knowing that would give him a couple of hundred thousand Emeralds to use, and still leave him with a similar amount in his non-magical account.

He resisted shaking his head as he pocketed his card. His trust vault had had more than enough to pay for seven years of tuition, and get him through school even if he had constantly splurged on necessary or unnecessary random purchases.

The male teller nodded and began to go about complying with his request. He pulled out a blank white card the size of his non-magical debit card and waved his hand over it. He then swiped it and stared at what was probably a screen or something similar.

"Would you like to take out any Hōseki now?" The male asked.

"Yes." Mamoru answered before he looked to Motoki. "How much do you suggest since you know what supplies I'll need?" He asked.

"Give him twenty-five Emeralds, twenty Sapphires, and fifteen Rubies." Motoki said, and Mamoru nodded when the teller looked to him for confirmation.

The teller nodded and went back to what he was doing. A couple of minutes later he placed the card on the counter and slid it to Mamoru. He picked it up and looked it over as the male began to take out Hōseki yen for him.

It was a white card with a gold fox posed in mid leap in the middle of the card and had gold lettering. At the top in a corner was the banks name, at the bottom on the left was his name, and to the right was the current month and year.

"Okay. You have your debit card there." The teller said. "It is of course linked to your account, and on the back you need to add a small drop of blood that will act as your signature as well as security to make it so no one else can use it."

Mamoru turned the card over and quickly did just that, so he wouldn't have to worry about it later, and watched as his birth name appeared in his hand writing. What surprised him was that he could see his adopted name appear in the background before fading away.

Does that mean I could use it while using my adopted name as well? He wondered before he looked back to the teller.

"And here are your Hōseki yen. Twenty-five Emeralds, twenty Sapphires, and fifteen Rubies as requested." The male said as he pushed the coins toward him.

"Thank you." Mamoru said as he placed his new debit card in the opposite pocket from his non-magical one. He then grabbed the coins and placed them in the same pocket.

"Thank you so much for all of your help." He said.

"You're very welcome. Have a good day gentlemen." The teller said.

Mamoru and Motoki nodded before they turned and began to make their way out of the bank and out into the cool air. As they walked back the way they came through the market place Motoki pointed out the major shops, stores, and service providers.

However, just like Mamoru had asked they didn't stop in any of them. He would explore on his own another day. Today was just to get his study essentials.

They first stopped in a store that sold luggage and bags and Mamoru purchased a messenger style bag that had a feather light charm on it and an expansion charm on the inside. That way he would have a place to put his study materials since he didn't want to fill his pockets with them and risk losing anything.

After that they made their way to a bookstore and at Mamoru's insistence Motoki began to guide him in getting all the books he would have gotten had he started his magical education in Japan.

This turned out to be one book a year for each subject, including a couple of subjects he hadn't taken back at Hogwarts, sometimes multiple books a year for certain subjects. He spent a good chunk of Emeralds on the books and took his time placing them inside his messenger bag.

Once all his books were stored they left the store and Motoki took him to a stationery store so he could get the writing materials. He was surprised to see non-magical pens of various varieties and colors alongside inks, quills and brushes, and various types of paper.

This included the familiar parchment, Washi, non-magical lined paper, and a type of paper that seemed to be a mixture of parchment and non-magical lined paper. It had the same shape, size, and color of paper non-magical's used but had the thickness of parchment.

He picked up a couple of packages of that paper, a package of blank letter sized paper and envelopes since he needed to send letters back to England. He then grabbed a couple of pens, grateful he didn't have to go back to ink and quill; although he thought he might come back and get some just in case he needed them for any reason.

Mamoru purchased the items, stored them in his bag, and he and Motoki left the store and made their way to the Apparition point. He had Motoki grab hold of his arm and he focused on the alley across the street from his rental apartment before he willed him and his passenger there.

"I'm in there." He told Motoki after they appeared in the empty alley. "Come on." He said as he walked out of the alley and began to cross the quiet street.

Motoki followed silently and they entered the building and headed for the elevators. One arrived as soon the button was pressed and they stepped inside and Mamoru pressed the button for the fifth floor.

The ride was short and they got off onto a quiet carpeted hallway and walked along until they stopped in front of a door labeled 5C. Motoki made sure to memorize it as Mamoru pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

"Nice place." Motoki said as they stepped inside.

"Thanks. I was glad it looked exactly as it did online when I rented the place." Mamoru said as he pocketed his key and dropped his messenger bag on the couch.

"Is this good for my tutoring?" He asked as he looked to Motoki. "There's plenty of light, and I suppose we can use the dining table. At least for the theory; practical stuff that involves something other than a wand can wait for the time being."

"Yeah. The dining table is definitely big enough for your books and to write on, and we can figure out something later for the hands on stuff." Motoki agreed as he nodded.

"I'll come back the day after tomorrow, and we can really get started. Until then I want you to start reading the first chapter of the books for each subject and we'll go from there." He said.

"Alright. I'll make sure to be ready." Mamoru said positively. After all, he only had food to find and letters to write.

"Okay then. I'll go and let you finish getting settled in." Motoki said as he began to move back toward the door. "I'll see you the day after tomorrow; let's say..noon?" He said as he opened the door.

"That's fine." Mamoru agreed as he joined him at the door. "Thanks for everything."

"No problem. I'll be seeing you." Motoki said.

"Alright. Bye." Mamoru said.

"Bye." Motoki said before he began to walk down the hallway and toward the elevator.

Mamoru closed the door and sighed and went and grabbed his new bag. He didn't know what time the Avian Postal Services closed, so he wanted to get his letters written quickly. He didn't plan on writing anything long; just letting everyone know he had arrived at his location.

My first location as far as they know. He thought as he pulled out his new letter paper, envelopes, and pen. Okay. One for Bill and Fleur, one for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, one for Neville, one for George, one for Kingsley, and one for Hermione. He listed off as he sat at the dining table.

They can let everyone else know if they want to, and if people care to ask. He thought as he began to write the first letter.

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*Oui: yes