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2nd year – Teiko – a few days later

Mac startled awake and jolted up in bed, the covers pooling on her lap as her chest rose and sank rapidly and her breath coming out in shallow pants. She felt damp and sweaty, her reddish black hair sticking to her face in what she realised was both tears and sweat. A hand went to her chest as she tried to calm her breathing down.

"It was just a dream." She whispered to herself trying to convince herself as the flashes from the dream, or rather nightmare, came back to her in the dim room.

She had been running through a collapsed house chasing…something, shadows and echoes but she would never get close enough to see the faces of those she was chasing, always just the backs… she would run and run, before a dark and looming shadow came behind her and reached for her with a cold laugh making her freeze in fear. Just as he was about to grab her, she woke up.

Mac felt her breathing calm down some and closed her eyes pained; she had the same dream every night since she had been told the truth about her parents and what happened to them. The need to know more, to know them only strengthened as the days passed. What were they like, what would they think about Daiki, would they like basketball, questions like that spun in her mind. She wondered if anyone would be able to answer her questions.

Sighing she got up and moved quietly around the room gathering a clean shift of clothes before moving to the bathroom down the hallway to take a shower, careful to not make to much noise with the crutches as she did.

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Mac looked up when she heard someone enter the living room where she had been reading a book for her English class, she knew Daiki was 'reading' in his room (meaning he was looking at certain magazines and needed her help later). She stilled slightly when she saw Sasaki smiling at her with a cheerful smile, but she felt nerves in her gut build as she spotted him. The memories, which still plagued her at nights, from the last visit entered her mind again.

"Hello, Potter-san!" He beamed.

"Hi," she murmured back closing the book, he glanced at it.

"Fun read?" he asked.

"Not particularly," Mac shrugged, "it's homework."

"Ah," he nodded sagely. "How are you, Potter-san?"

"I'm fine, Sasaki-san," Mac said and he tilted his head slightly.

"I see," was all he said.

He sat down opposite her and she watched him unable to keep from feeling wary of the cheerful man. She was curious and nervous about what he had found out if he had found a solution for her living situation. She wasn't really sure she wanted that, she liked living here. She blushed slightly and looked down to hide it. She fiddled with the book in her lap.

"I'm sure you're curious about a lot of things," Sasaki said breaking the slightly awkward silence in the room. "Have you had enough time to think about everything you learned? I know it was a lot."

Understatement of the world, Mac thought briefly as she flipped the book open and then closed absentmindedly.

"Yeah, I…" she swallowed. "I have."

"I'll answer as good as I can, Potter-san," Sasaki smiled reassuringly at her and she felt herself relax slightly.

"Just… who was he," Mac whispered glancing up at the older man and spotted the confused look. "The Dark Lord who…k-killed my parents." She clarified. She had thought about it a lot. She felt the need to have someone, something to direct her anger, her hate, at. Right now it was only a faceless shadow with a cold laugh, and he had been lurking in her dreams.

Sasaki looked so grim suddenly and gave her a long look before he sighed.

"I should have guessed you would want to know that," he sighed. "Not many speak his name, Potter-san. Not even here in Japan, but its worse in Britain. He was so feared and peopled feared to even speak his name. Even 12 years after his defeat."

Mac frowned and felt a chill go down her spine; she didn't say anything as she looked at Sasaki who sighed again.

"Fine," he said. "His name was… Lord Voldemort."

"That sound like a taken name," Mac said looking at him.

"It most likely is," Sasaki agreed," but his real name isn't well known. I don't know, I would guess that Headmaster Dumbledore is one of the few who knows."

Mac nodded distractedly but her mind was spinning with the name, Lord Voldemort. A growing hate and anger build in her and she fisted her hands. All that anger inside of her wasn't normal for her, she was unsure how to handle it or deal with it. It felt like something was burning under her skin all the time and it was hard to pretend it wasn't there.

"Anything else you want to know?" Sasaki's voice broke into her thoughts and she forced herself to focus on him. He was looking a little worried as he watched her.

"Um, yeah, my training… you said I needed to get my magic trained," Mac said deciding to change the subject away from what made her angry.

"Yeah, you do," Sasaki nodded. "You have a couple of options, Potter-san."

"What are those?" Mac asked focusing more and leaning forward a little.

"You can go to Hogwarts, I am sure they still would accept you," Sasaki said looking at her and noting the frown on her face, he moved on, "or Mahoutokoro, our school. You would be forced to start at the beginning, though."

"No," Mac shook her head and looked at him. "I don't want to quit Teiko or basketball. I have my friends there… Please."

Sasaki looked at her for a moment and sighed. "I know, but…"

"Then I won't train my magic," Mac interrupted him stubbornly folding her arms over her chest and glared at him, "I won't leave my friends because I have magic and they don't. I've been good so far without training it, so why can't I continue like I have?"

"You will lose control over it," Sasaki said with a frown, "suppressing your magic is very dangerous, Potter-san. It can even kill you."

Mac scowled. "I'm still not leaving my friends."

Sasaki sighed and looked at her for a long time.

"I understand," he finally said, "there is a third option."

Mac arched a brow, "what?"

"It will mean a lot of work and you might think it's too much," Sasaki said looking at her with a stern look. "You could have a private tutor, being homeschooled basically."

"And how would that fit in with my normal schooling and basketball?" Mac asked frowning.

"We could apply for a time-turner," Sasaki said, "I'm not sure you would get it, but…"

"Time-turner?" Mac asked confused.

"It's a device that allows you to travel a few hours back in time," Sasaki explained and Mac felt her eyes widened. That was possible?! She asked the same out loud and saw the amused look on Sasaki's face. "Yes, it's possible. It's very controlled and dangerous magic, so we will need to apply and see if you can get one. There will be rules that must be strictly followed, Potter-san, if you do get one."

Mac nodded and she was curious and eager to see one.

"So, I would be able to go back in time and repeat hours of the day so I could learn magic?" Mac asked barely managing to hide her eagerness in her voice.

"Correct," Sasaki nodded.

"I want to do that," Mac said.

"It will mean more and harder work, Potter-san," Sasaki warned looking at her.

"I don't care," Mac said, "if it means I will be able to stay with my friends, then I want to do it."

Sasaki sighed but nodded.

They talked a little more before Sasaki got up and paused looking at her for a moment. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, from her position she could see it was a piece of paper that was folded in two. He held it out to her.

"What is it?" Mac asked looking at it but didn't take it.

"I know you never saw a picture of your parents," Sasaki said with a gentle voice. Mac had frozen and stared at the folded paper. "I managed to find one from an old newspaper. It's even in colour. I thought you would like to know what your parents looked like."

Mac swallowed feeling her throat thicken as she shakily reached out and accepted the paper from the older man who squeezed her shoulder ignoring her slight flinch as he did so.

"I'll be back soon with more information on your training and we'll need to go to the magical district to get you your books," Sasaki said but Mac barely heard him. Soon he was gone and she was left staring at the folded paper.

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"Kenzie?" Daiki asked worriedly when she didn't answer and sat down on the sofa next to her, she was staring at a piece of paper that was folded without really seeing it, Daiki thought. "Kenzie?"

Mac startled and looked up at him, her eyes suspiciously shiny with unshed tears, he suspected and he panicked inside for a second. He hated when she cried, he never knew what to do.

"Are you alright?" stupid question, Daiki scolded himself but he looked at her worriedly. "Did Sasaki-san upset you?"

He should have been there when the man came and talked to her, but his mum had told him to let Mac talk to the man on her own. Sasaki had asked for a moment alone with her. Daiki scowled and started to plan how to get back at the man for upsetting his best friend.

"No…" Mac said shaking her head, "not really."

"Then what's wrong?" Daiki asked.

Mac glanced at the paper again and then back at her best friend, she seemed to be deliberating something before she sighs softly and looked at him again.

"Sasaki-san gave it to me," she said, "it's a picture of my parents."

"Oh," Daiki said quietly realising why she had been staring at the paper. He knew she didn't know what her parents looked like, and that was just wrong. He glanced at her and saw her eyes staring at the paper again. "You're not going to look?"

"I'm…scared," Mac whispered.

"Why?" Daiki asked.

"I don't know," Mac said a frustrating frown on her face and biting down on her lower lip. "I have always wanted to see what they look like…and now I can, but…"

Daiki nodded and let her have a moment to gather herself, "what if we open it together?"

Mac inhaled before she nodded and allowed his warm hands to join hers on the paper and together they unfolded it.

Mac felt her breath catch slightly as she was seeing her parent's picture for the first time. She sees the man, her dad, with messy dark hair and glasses, just like her, having one arm behind the woman's, her mum, back and the other holding her hand as they danced in front of a fountain. The woman had long red hair, the same red that was in her dark hair, Mac noticed, and the same green eyes as Mac. They were both dressed for cold weather and she could make out leaves fallen on the ground. It took her a moment to realise that they were moving. She blinked and blinked again as she registered the fact that they were dancing in the photo, actually dancing what looked to be some sort of waltz.

Shakily she reaches out and traces a finger over the picture, over her parents. She was unable to make herself look away from the scene of her parents looking so…happy, so in love. She wasn't aware of the tear that escaped her eyes, but she didn't really care.

"You look a lot like your dad," Daiki commented after a while, his voice soft. "But your eyes are your mums."

"You think?" Mac asked not looking at him and therefore missing the smile on his face.

"Yes," Daiki said.

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Mac is tired the next day at school and it feels like the days drags on, the picture is in her bag and she longs to pull it up to look at, to draw. She's sure she can soon draw it from memory; so much had she looked at it since she got it only the day before. The sadness and bitterness and anger is also warring inside of her and she works hard to try to hide it from the others. She brushes off Daiki's question if she's fine, and ignores the way Seijuro is looking at her. She doesn't feel like explaining herself to them, not now.

Mac walked or rather stumbles through the hallway toward the gym on her crutches, it's still a little while to the practice, but she wants to get there early. Daiki was held back and had to talk to the teacher, so she made her way alone.

Mac sat down on the bench, only a few people had arrived but they let her sit down on her own. She knew rumours had spread about her relatives and that she lived with Daiki, but no one was confronting her with it so she could pretend they didn't know. She appreciated the silent support she got from the rest of the first string, though. Daiki had told her what Nijimura had said and she made sure to let him know he appreciates it. The former captain had just smiled at her and nodded.

"You're here early," Mac looked up and saw Seijuro standing in front of her. He had that knowing, worried look in his eyes and Mac felt like he could see right through her. He had been quiet since learning about her relatives, and she had to admit it worried her a little. She would catch him watching her, but he hadn't really approached her. Until now.

"The class finished early," Mac shrugged with a small smile and Seijuro sat down on the bench next to her, one leg on each side of the bench so he was fully turned toward her. She moved so she was in the same position making him smile a little.

"Play a game with me," Seijuro said and Mac arched a brow when he didn't get up but pulled out a small board from his bag, she noticed it was a shogi board.

"I've never played before;" Mac said and he looked at her for a moment.

"I'll teach you, then," he said and Mac nodded.

Seijuro started to teach her the rules and the pieces with a patient voice, and Mac nodded here and there to show she understood. She furrowed her brows slightly as she tried to understand the meaning of the different pieces, like the pawns, lances, knights, generals, bishop, rook and of course the king.

Mac blinked when she realised that the gym was filled up and Daiki was standing next to them looking at her with an unreadable look on his face. She looked at Seijuro who smirked slightly at her probably noticing her surprise at seeing the full gym.

"Daiki," Mac said.

"You look occupied," Daiki said in a tone that made her frown.

"I guess," Mac said, "Akashi-kun is teaching me Shogi."

Daiki just nodded but didn't say anything as he turned and walked to the centre of the gym and started to talk to Tetsuya. Mac frowned slightly looking at him before shrugging and turned back to Seijuro who had started to gather the pieces again.

"Thank you," Mac said and he looked up with a raised brow. "For making me think about something else for a while."

He nodded but didn't say anything and she didn't either.

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Department of Magical Child Protective Services (MCPS)

Sasaki Michi frowned as he stared at the large pile of news clippings on his desk. He looked over at the newspaper he had just bought and seen the latest news from England. It was…worrying. While Voldemort was gone, even Dumbledore said he was well and truly gone; there were still people loyal to him. Like this Sirius Black who had escaped Azkaban months ago, almost a year ago. He was still out there and Sasaki worried.

He hadn't really followed the case when it first broke out; he had just been horrified that someone managed to break out of that prison before he moved on. It wasn't like it was covered very well in the Tokyo Daily Mail because it wasn't something that concerned them. It was easy to forget about something when it didn't happen to you or in your own country. Right now though, he wished he knew more.

He had searched for old news clippings about the man and was now in the process of reading everything he could. He even managed to get a hold of The Daily Prophet from England, but it too was very lacking in new and useful information.

emBLACK STILL AT LARGE one of the headlines read and Sasaki saw it was published not too long after his escape.

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress is still eluding capture…(Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban).

Sasaki read and frowned before reading further to where the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge had made a statement about how he had informed the Muggle Prime Minister.

Black is mad. He's dangerous to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle.

(…)the magical community is living in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban).

BLACK SIGHTED NEAR HOGWARTS!

WHAT IS HE AFTER?

A flustered Minister of Magic met the press today, he refused to let out what mass murderer Sirius Black is after, but alluded to a sinister plot against our missing saviour. Is he after Mackenzie Potter, the girl who lived, who are currently missing? Read more on page 33.

MISSING GIRL WHO LIVED

BLACK AFTER THE GIRL WHO LIVED?

It was more articles like that and it was clear that the wizarding community in Britain was scared of this man, it was like they expected him to start where his master had finished. Some articles also brought up the fact that Mac was missing and feared that Black was after her too. They feared he would find their hero and kill her like his master wanted to.

That was where Sasaki's dilemma lay. Should he inform the British Ministry of their missing hero? He knew that if he did they would want her back, would want, no expect and demand her to attend Hogwarts. There had been a massive search for her when she didn't turn up for Hogwarts when she should have. He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"You look conflicted," Sasaki looked to the door to find Suzuki leaning against the doorframe. He gave her a tired smile.

"I am," he said.

"About?" she pressed entering his office and sat down on a free chair.

"Mackenzie Potter and if I should alert the British Ministry or Headmaster Dumbledore about her presence here," Sasaki said.

Suzuki nodded looking thoughtful and looked at the newspapers he had on his desk.

"You worried about Sirius Black?" she asked looking up at him.

"He's still at large, Ami," Sasaki said grimly, "and more than one article points to him looking for Mackenzie. He wants to finish what Voldemort started, Ami. The British Ministry isn't even close to capturing him, and if he can hide this well…then who's to say he won't manage to come for her if its let out that she's in Tokyo?"

Sasaki could see his friend thinking over what he said and saw her nod grimly.

"You're right," she said, "right now it seems it would bring more danger to her. But what if she wants to go to Hogwarts?"

"She doesn't," Sasaki said, "I talked to her and she wanted to be homeschooled at the same time continue with her non-magical schooling."

"That's a lot of work," Suzuki said worriedly.

"Yeah, but she refuses to leave her friends," Sasaki sighed, "and I don't think it's wise to remove her from them. She needs something stable in her life, and right now that's her friends."

"So, you won't inform anyone in Britain that their hero is here," Suzuki said giving him a knowing look. "I can tell you won't. You want to give her what she wants and needs, and I agree with you. She needs her friends."

"I just worry about the backlash this will bring when they eventually learn she's here," Sasaki said tiredly.

"It might be, but we need to put the safety and well-being of Mackenzie first," Suzuki pointed out. "What about finding other relatives? Have you had any luck with that?"

"No," he sighed. "I will continue to look, though."

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Back at Teiko

Mac was sitting in the library doing her homework with Shintaro next to her reading in a comforting silence, she heard the occasional turning of page and rustling of paper, but it only worked to calm her and soothe her as she tried to keep her mind from lingering on magic and dark lords. She turned the page of her sociology book and continued to read.

Finally, she let out a yawn and pushed her glasses up her nose just as Shintaro did the same next to her, she felt her lips twitch but didn't say anything. They never talked much when they studied together, but Mac didn't need to fill every silence with sound. She was used to the silence and sometimes found it calming.

She wasn't stupid, she knew that her friends were deliberately showing up around her when she was at school and Daiki for some reason couldn't be with her. They seemed to want to keep her from being alone for any period of time. It warmed her knowing they took care of showing her that they were there, without really saying anything about her situation or lack of family.

"You prepared for the test?" Mac asked breaking the silence between them.

"Yes," Shintaro said, "are you okay for the test? Not that I really care though."

Mac smiled a little spotting the blush on his neck.

"As ready as I can be," Mac said, "I…keep getting distracted."

"You'll do fine," Shintaro said a little awkwardly after a momentary pause. "You know this stuff. You're smarter than most of the idiots in the class."

Mac glanced at him and saw that he was deliberately not looking at her and adjusted the lucky item for the day (a box of matches) and got to his feet. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his body stiff before he held something out to her. She blinked and saw the butterfly strap to put on a mobile in his taped hand.

"Your lucky item for the day," was all he said.

"Thank you," Mac whispered and he grunted before turning to leave.

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AN: So, a little shorter than normal. It felt right to stop it there, so I did. Next chapter should be back to focus more on Teiko and GOM.

Also, I don't plan on bringing in the British magical world just yet, probably not for a very, very long time. But there will be references to it from time to time.
Last, there will be no romance between Mac and Seijuro in this one, but I might use their relationship as something Daiki will be jealous over. Mac and Seijuro are close as siblings in this story. Just so you know ;)