Harry wasn't entirely sure what to do now. His first instinct was to try talking to it, but he wasn't sure it would work. Theoretically it should… on one of the few occasions he'd spoken with Baragon the carnivorous kaiju had advised him to never talk to his food (too much risk of forming an emotional attachment), but since he didn't plan on eating the owl unless it attacked him first he decided to try.

Harry started crooning and softy rumbling at it, which it made it tilt its head in momentary confusion. He tried Japanese which made it tilt its head the other way. Finally he tried English.

"Is that for me? Come here boy… or girl… nice owl."

The owl fluttered closer to him and stuck out the leg the envelope was attached to. After a moment of paranoia (It could be a trap!) he decided that he wasn't afraid of the possibility, untied it, and took it.

The letter was addressed "To Mr. H.J. Potter, the Hut on the Beach, Monster Island.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

After a few moments, another line of text appeared below.

"P.S. Due to the distance that this owl has traveled, if you should accept then a member of staff will arrive with a Portkey to facilitate easy travel."

At this moment Harry fully understood why Jet Jaguar had been unable to investigate Dumbledore: all these titles seemed to be utter nonsense. The Shobijin had given him some education about the governments and major organizations in the world – their de facto status as Infant Island's diplomats had prompted them to study such things – but he'd never heard of any of these places or things or whatever they were.

Harry looked up from the letter to see the owl staring at him expectantly. Reasoning that it was waiting for his response Harry realized he needed to stall for a bit.

"I need to talk to my family about this first. If I get you a couple of lizards to eat for the trip will you wait?"

The owl seemed to perk up at the mention of food, and Harry could tell from its body language that it agreed.

Harry took the letter and ran through the village to alert the Shobijin. In turn the Shobijin decided to seek Mothra's counsel, and Mothra decided that it would only be right to alert Godzilla, and en route to Godzilla's location Jet Jaguar arrived from an overnight investigation in South America, so the whole family had gathered by the red water lake.

Harry did not expect the letter to set off an argument.

Jet Jaguar's position was that the letter still provided no real information, and in fact created even more questions (what on Earth was a Portkey?), and thus that everything should be either disregarded or a reply sent to request further information.

Mothra expressed cautious optimism given that the letter framed the decision as a choice, suggesting that the incident that Halloween night was born of well meaning ignorance rather than deliberate malice. The Shobijin agreed, elaborating that it was simply human nature for someone to believe that an aunt would love her own nephew.

Godzilla's position was that this was Harry's battle to fight, and thus his decision alone, and Minilla expressed the utmost faith in his little brother no matter what decision he made.

Harry thought for a long moment and addressed them all, "Uncle JJ, I know that there isn't a lot of information, but my birth parents went to this place, and while all of you have been the best family I could ask for no matter how strange it might seem to others, I want to know what its like to be around not just other people, but witches and wizards like me… I'm going to agree to go to this Hogwarts place."

Once all requisite translations were provided, Godzilla nodded approvingly. There was only one problem.

"Er… does anyone have a pen and paper? I apparently need to reply in a letter."

Jet Jaguar produced some from a hidden compartment in his side. With the decision made, the robot accepted reality as it was while making plans to follow the owl back to wherever it came from. Harry hastily wrote a reply and caught a couple of lizards from the underbrush to give to the owl, which flew off in the direction of mainland Japan, with Jet Jaguar following at a distance.

That night there was a feast in the village. They were part of his extended family and acknowledged that he was about to go through some kind of rite of passage, if not into adulthood outright then into some new phase of life.

Weeks passed and near the end of July Jet Jaguar returned with a fascinating story to tell.

Jet Jaguar relayed that tracking the owl had been surprisingly difficult, once more due to anomalies that the robot could not explain with science and reason. The bird frequently seemed to vanish into thin air, and when Jet Jaguar flew to the same spot, he would be overcome with a sudden belief that he had forgotten something, or had an urgent appointment elsewhere, despite neither of those things being true. As soon as he gave in to the sudden urge to leave, he could overcome the desire with his programming and resume his observation until the owl showed itself again, but these incidents were unsettling.

Eventually the owl made its way to the Scottish Highlands and at a point Jet Jaguar marked on a map he was able to see a derelict castle near a lake, both surrounded by warning signs. The owl vanished as it flew towards one of the broken towers and never emerged again. When the robot attempted to follow, he was overcome with a belief that the place was dangerous and that he ought to turn around. Yet again, as soon as he obeyed the impulse his robotic programming allowed him to logically determine that such a thing was not the case, but functionally there was a barrier he could not cross.

Accepting that the Shobijin and Mothra were right and that magic was involved, Jet Jaguar surmised that the castle was Hogwarts, and the headquarters for the figure calling himself Dumbledore, and that everywhere that such a barrier existed was another such "magical" place.

The priestesses had never heard of such a type of magic, but Mothra chirped and trilled to them, and explained that many human lifetimes ago, magic had been commonplace in the world, but for reasons she had never discovered it had suddenly vanished. The ever-reincarnating goddess concluded that each place was most likely a sanctuary for the magical that remained.

Harry for his part was confused. Living on an island filled with kaiju, and looking up to Godzilla as a father, Harry had learned that you faced your fears and fought your own battles, come what may. But now it seemed that witches, wizards, and all that was magical, were just hiding. Harry found himself feeling disappointed. Why were they hiding? And from what?

He would soon have the chance to ask for himself.

On his birthday there was a stir in the village, where a giant (compared to ordinary humans; still miniscule in comparison to kaiju) man suddenly appeared and started looking for Harry. Though wary of outsiders, the villagers knew that something like this would happen someday, so they simply lead him directly to Harry.

And if that location happened to leave him slack-jawed and silent at the sight of Mothra, well, that wasn't really their fault was it?

The commotion from the village and a few soft chirps from Mothra brought Harry out of meditation and prompted him to turn around.

"'Arry!"

A large bearded man in a black coat with many, many pockets was walking quickly toward Harry. Without any sort of prelude or introduction, the man pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh, 'Arry, when Dumbledore told me that yeh weren't at yer aunt and uncle's I was worried sick, but now I find out that you've been in paradise all this time!"

The boy-who-might-be-about-to-die-from-lack-of-oxygen gasped out, "Not to be rude, but who are you?"

The giant dropped him and replied, "Don't remember me? Ah tha's alright. Last time I saw yah yeh could fit in one o' me pockets. I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. O' course, you'll know all about that now won't you?"

"I know some of it…" Harry trailed off, but before Hagrid could speak again Harry interrupted, "Wait! Before you tell me more, we should go see the rest of the family."

Harry promptly ran to the base of Mothra's shrine and grabbed a basket.

"These are my aunts the Shobijin," he opened the basket as he did so, introducing the diminutive fairies to the giant, "and you saw Mothra when you came in, but we need to introduce you to my dad and big brother."

If Hagrid was at all confused by this barrage of information, he took it in stride, even when asked to grab onto one of Mothra's legs and hold on tight. In fact, he seemed downright giddy to get closer to Mothra.

Mothra, sensing Harry's intent, flew them toward the red water lake where Godzilla and Minilla made their home.

On their way Jet Jaguar flew by at human size, giving Harry a thumbs up as he did so, and receiving one in return to let him know that things were all okay.

Mothra landed next to the lake and Harry, seeing his robot uncle signing at the water, immediately knew what was up. He turned toward Hagrid and said, "If you happen to have an umbrella, in one of those pockets, you might want to open it."

Hagrid did so, but started to reply, "Alright, but w-"

And then Godzilla burst from the deep waters of the lake with a small roar, analogous to a yawn, Minilla surfacing beside him.

"That's my dad Godzilla, my big brother Minilla, and the robot next to you now is my uncle Jet Jaguar."

Hagrid was smiling broadly since Godzilla surfaced, and turned to see the android next to him. The robot offered a hand to shake, but it seemed that this was one revelation too many, and the giant man fainted.

Author's Note: I have good and bad news for my readers. First the good news: you get this chapter much earlier than I originally intended to release it (I like to be at least one chapter ahead to make sure I don't leave plot holes or write myself into a corner). Now the bad news: the reason for this is that my laptop might be about to die on me, so I need to get this published ASAP to preserve it. I'll also be uploading the first chapter of a few other stories just so I don't lose them. Don't get me wrong, I have backups... I'm just not sure how up-to-date those backups are, so better safe than sorry.