Since that fateful encounter with Manda, everything changed, as if the world knew he was ready for what he would face ahead. Godzilla gave him lessons and breathing fire at least every few days, and when Mothra found out, she instructed the Shobijin that it was time for Harry to know the full truth.

While Harry had guessed that he was adopted (no one in the village referred to him as their son, and there were far too many differences between him and Godzilla for that relationship to be biological) he never really thought about it or realized how different his life could have been until he read the letter. With the Shobijin explaining as best they could, Harry learned that his parents had been murdered by an evil wizard named Voldemort when he was only a year old, and that a man named Dumbledore – the same man Jet Jaguar had spent so many months trying to track down – had seen fit to abandon him on a doorstep with nothing but a blanket and the letter.

"But why?" the young wizard asked. "Did he know that the people in the house would want me?"

The Shobijin's faces darkened as they only rarely did. Together they replied, "He knew nothing of the sort. Jet Jaguar entered the home in an effort to learn more about why you might have been left there. Despite the woman who lives there being your aunt, he informed us that she hated even the thought of your mother, and wanted nothing to do with you. From what little he told us, we know that she is a vile woman and it would be best if you put her out of your mind."

Shocked, Harry obeyed. He had done nothing to the woman, and yet she was so determined to hate him? He would not dwell on the mystery of why. An early lesson Harry had absorbed from Godzilla was not to think to hard on the mysteries of human minds; that way lay only madness and confusion.

It helped that they immediately told him that Jet Jaguar, though unable to locate Dumbledore or the mysterious school he supposedly ran, had discovered that the school, cult, or whatever it was began coming for people when they turned eleven, so Harry had five years to prepare himself should he choose to enter the human world, or should the human world attempt to drag him away.

Harry had thought on this for a few moments before deciding that he wanted to know what his birth parents had seen out there, to be among his own kind for at least a little while.

Later that day, Mothra summoned him and informed him that soon she would weave her cocoon and be unresponsive to all around her, but she told him that one of the easiest ways to acquaint himself with magic, would be to meditate outside of her cocoon and try to feel the intangible energy in the air. Harry thanked her for the advice and went on his way. He was not sure that he believed in her, Manda, or anyone as a deity, but he respected her and did treat her with a degree of reverence.

Within the next month, Jet Jaguar returned, and upon learning that Harry was being taught to breathe fire, his robot uncle offered to help teach him fight in a direct manner that Godzilla simply couldn't.

This was how Harry wound up sitting on Minilla's shoulder at midday, watching Jet Jaguar, now in giant form, squaring off with their father Godzilla.

Godzilla's first lesson was to roar to intimidate foes and to give them a single chance to surrender. Minilla's roar seemed to be more of a screech, but Harry listened carefully and could tell that it was simply a much higher pitched version of their father's trademark bellow.

After that short lesson, the mock battle began. Jet Jaguar immediately threw a punch, which Godzilla caught and then – using the robot's own momentum – turned into a powerful throw that slammed the robot onto the ground.

The robot was down but not out, and swiftly rolled to avoid a stomp from his sparring partner. Springing back up, the mechanical titan delivered a roundhouse kick to Godzilla's chest which managed to stagger the monster king. Not the least bit deterred, the radioactive dinosaur spun around, swinging his tail at his opponent. Jet Jaguar caught the tail, but it immediately became clear that it was a tactical mistake, as the tail's violent lashing tugged him to and fro despite the extra effort Godzilla needed to expend.

Jet Jaguar simply let go and used his momentum to roll and jump back to a standing position in front of Godzilla, which seemed to surprise him. The robot took the opportunity to tackle his old ally and knock him to the ground.

Godzilla rolled and stood back up, and then… he applauded the robot's performance. The two even shook hands afterwards, and Jet Jaguar used his sign language to ask if Harry was convinced that he was a worthy teacher.

Having never witnessed a real battle between kaiju, Harry was awed and immediately agreed to be his robot uncle's student.

It was a decision that in the short term, Harry would sometimes regret. While he did do chores for and around the Infant Islanders' village, they were rarely physically grueling tasks. This was not the case with Jet Jaguar's exercises and combat training. The robot had performed careful calculations to maximize the benefits and minimize the risks to Harry's growing body, but those calculations did not take pain into account.

He ran through the jungle trying to escape detection. He swam in the lakes to build strength and endurance. He wrestled Jet Jaguar as much as he could given the robot's massive strength advantage, and learned ways to use his relatively small, scrawny build to his advantage. He lifted large rocks to build muscle mass. In short, he pushed his young body to its limits at his uncle's urging. Even if the robot was not around, there were still many things he could do to train his body.

Godzilla endured enemy attacks because he knew he could outlast them, a strategy that had rarely failed him. As a human, Harry could not do that; he needed to fight smarter, and incorporated a lot of dodges and dives into his style to avoid enemy attacks and escape enemy grapples.

When Mothra finished spinning her cocoon, Harry explained the message she had given him to Jet Jaguar, and so the robot granted him a reprieve of sorts: an additional day off from his training per week to meditate on the magic the moth goddess said would be in the air.

It was a strange, and at first fruitless effort, but Harry persevered, and shortly before Mothra emerged in her imago form, Harry felt it. He reached outward in the same way that he reached inward before trying to breathe fire and felt a maelstrom of power ebbing and flowing all around him. It was there and yet not at the same time, much like the spark he felt when trying to look inward.

With training and meditation, Harry grew strong for a child his age, but he still could not properly breathe fire, and he had yet to topple Jet Jaguar during one of their training sessions.

His best performance had been during one of these sessions in which he accidentally drew on his inner power (he supposed that this was what made him a wizard) as he roared, momentarily stunning his robot teacher with a roar that was technically too loud and too intimidating for what his body could produce. That had given him a moment's head start and he'd forced his uncle back a few steps, but that was all.

Years passed and Harry grew stronger and stronger through the combination of his training and Monster Island's plentiful and nutritious food. Though he disliked it, he had honed his ability to be stealthy by avoiding not only Kamacuras and Kumonga – sometimes in their own territories – but also the photographers that were coming to the island in growing numbers lately. From what little the Shobijin told him about that, humanity had learned a few tricks that allowed them to avoid aggravating kaiju, and many of the photographers were also surveyors scouting out potential spots for a research center.

Finally, a day came when Harry was almost eleven and something unusual happened. As he woke up that morning, he saw a large tired owl looking at him expectantly, with a letter tied to its leg.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay everyone. I've been looking for a job and that has been cutting into my writing time, so updates may be a bit more sporadic from here on. Thanks to all the people who've fav'd and followed this story; it is by far the most popular of the three stories I've written for this site.