Harry was once again sitting in the Chairman's office. He was alone with the powerful Yōkai… unless you counted Spiky.
"I'm not sure how a Fidelius would work on a school." Harry frowned as he was asked about putting his own protections on the academy. "The Secret Keeper would have to meet every student and worker and tell them the secret.
"Writing it down wouldn't be wise as it could be intercepted and passed around."
"I was thinking more of active defences." The Chairman explained. "We only wish to hide the school from humans. But, should a monster wish to cause harm to my students, I would like defences that could aid in eliminating the threat."
Harry thought for a minute. He then stood and moved over to a table where a miniature of the Academy sat.
"I can't think of anything that would work on a large open area. The school's best defences are the students themselves.
"All I can think of is creating a bunker where the weaker monsters can hide that will allow the stronger ones to unleash their full power."
The Chairman huffed and approached Harry and the miniature. "The idea has merit. But it is not what I was hoping for."
"Could you give me an idea of what you were thinking?" Harry asked.
"A moat of lava."
Harry could see sharp white teeth stretched into a grin beneath the cowl.
"I could make it, but I'd need privacy.
"Have you been trying to do it yourself?" Harry asked with a smirk. "Is that why it has become unbearably hot?"
The grin turned upside down. "No Potter. That is because of the work already being done on the wards. I am not as foolish as to potentially burn my school down."
Harry didn't really believe that. There wasn't much conviction in the Chairman's assertion.
The heat had become unbearable. Well, for most of the students. Harry and a few others were unaffected.
But it was serious enough for the Headmaster to shut down the school until the work was complete.
Mizore had come through with an excellent escape. She had invited the harem to visit her village for a traditional ceremony that she was due to take part in.
The Flower Offering Ceremony was meant for young snow fairies to ensure good matchmaking. In Mizore's case she would be offering her flower as a token of thanks and to ensure luck in her union with Harry and the harem. She had even suggested the other girls join her.
And so it was that they exited the school bus, having driven through a blizzard, to be greeted by a winter fairy tale land.
Everything was made of snow and ice. There were spires, towers, roads that ran high in the air.
But it was all beautiful.
"Welcome, we've been expecting you."
Harry was instantly tense. "Shirayuki-san." He bowed stiffly.
"Oh Harry-chan." Shirayuki Tsurara giggled behind her hand. "Call me Tsurara."
"Mother. Behave." Mizore warned.
Tsurara sighed. "I don't know what I did wrong with you, Mizore. I never raised you to be so selfish."
"Relax, Mizore-chan." Keito stepped up and placed a hand on the younger girl's shoulder. "Flirting with Harry is the perfect game. Although not as good as sex and trying to get him to beat his records."
"Keito!" Moka gasped as she and Harry turned red.
"Come, I have arranged rooms for you all. I did not know if you would be staying in one room, but they are all on the same floor." She said as she led them off.
This was Mizore's home and her special time. As such, the others had agreed she could monopolise his time.
Which explained why the couple were out for a midnight stroll as the others were in a curled heap, asleep in one of the rooms as they used each other for heat.
Yukari was in heaven at the centre of the pile with a reluctant Kokoa.
Hermione was feeling like a third wheel, even if Moka was kind enough to cuddle her for warmth on the edge of the pile. She was fully aware of what all these females did with Harry.
She did not approve.
Especially as two were his teachers and one was twelve.
She was told to mind her own business or fuck off.
Of course, that had been during her first visit when she had tried to kidnap Harry. Sure, she could look back now and accept the truth of what she had tried to do, but it had taken a lot of pain and emotion to get there.
She still didn't really accept Harry's 'harem', but she did everything she could to remember it was none of her business and that she should keep her mouth shut.
Honestly, why would she ever need to ask someone else about who they had sex with? Anyone would slap her for such a rude question.
Hermione looked up as the door to their room opened and light flooded in.
"Tsurara?" Ririko asked blearily.
The snow woman was scanning the occupants of the room. She had a gun of some sort. "Where are Harry and Mizore?"
"They went for a midnight stroll." Moka answered as everyone untangled to give their host their full attention.
Tsurara scowled. "There is a snow monster about."
"A snow monster?" Hermione asked, they were all now getting up and dressed.
"Humans call them 'Yeti' or 'Abominable Snow Man'."
"And they aren't friends with the snow women?" She asked as she began to change as well. She lived in a dorm room and shared a shower with other girls for years, this was nothing different.
Not even the life threatening aspect.
"Is this natural or a direct attack?" Ririko asked.
"We knew there was one in the area."
"Let's go and find them. I doubt it could take on both Harry and Mizore." Kurumu declared with certainty as she flexed her wings and claws.
Harry was utterly battered, but he was still on his feet. Mizore was playing defence as he cast spells at this relentless monster.
It was over twelve feet tall and covered in white shaggy fur. It had attacked them out of nowhere as Mizore was about to fulfil her dream of making love to Harry in the field of snow flowers.
She was pissed.
The monster was fairly resistant to spells, it was also exceptionally fast and so far only avoided the cursed fire Harry was wielding.
He was about to try the killing curse when more fire came from behind them along with several thrown trees.
The cavalry had arrived and the beast was on the retreat.
A few spells later and Ruby had Harry mobile. He created a portkey to take them back to the village.
Harry was feeling a lot better now that he had swallowed an apothecary's worth of potions. He still needed a good sleep.
Unfortunately, they had been summoned to the throne room of the Snow Oracle, the Ice Priestess who ruled the land.
Both Harry and Hermione had looks of utter distaste when they were told she was a seer and prophet.
Still, they dressed in kimonos and made themselves presentable.
"Shirayuki Mizore… I have been expecting you." The beautiful but cold in demeanour woman declared from her throne.
"You did summon us." Harry pointed out. Something was off and his manners were taking a hit after the attack.
"I have foreseen the fate of Mizore-chan, and it does not twine with yours." She stated.
"I doubt that is true." Harry said as diplomatically as he could without outright calling her a liar.
"Mizore-chan has been bound by prophecy to another man."
"A real man." A new voice stated with a smirk. "Not a boy."
Mizore was shuffled into the middle of the group protectively as a tall man in his late twenties with a black ponytail and a cigarette stepped out from behind the thrown.
"Mizore has already been claimed." Harry stated as Kurumu and Moka stepped up to flank him. "And this was after she offered herself freely."
The man raised an eyebrow and looked at the Priestess who refused to meet his gaze. "I was told the girl was pure."
"As was I." The Priestess said uncomfortably. "It was not until they arrived at the village that rumours reached me."
"Who are you?" Harry asked the man with a frown.
"This is Fujisaki-san." The Priestess inclined her head to the smoking man. "He is a business man from the human world."
"Are you stupid?" Ririko demanded. "We are monsters and we have laws. The big one being that we hide from the humans!"
"These matters do not concern you." The Priestess said dismissively. "A prophecy has been foretold. Only a union between Mizore and Fujisaki-san will prevent the rain of blood on our land."
"Actually, a union between Mizore and Fujisaki-san will result in the rain of blood on your land." Harry corrected. "The first drop will come from you."
Fujisaki laughed loudly. "You are full of bravado, boy. But you are outnumbered and out manoeuvred." He clicked his fingers and a tall white haired woman in a white elegant dress stepped out from behind the throne.
"Kahlua!"
Harry didn't move at the gasp from Moka or the sound of blades being drawn behind him.
He did raise an eyebrow as the gorgeous young woman tripped and fell down the steps of the dais. She landed face first.
He could hear confused shuffling behind him along with a muttered 'what a klutz' From Kokoa.
The woman quickly got to her feet, her cheeks were slightly red from embarrassment, but she seemed more disappointed.
"Oh that was brilliant. Just brilliant." She chided herself. "Tripping on my own skirt."
"Why are you here, Kahlua?" Kokoa asked grimly as she stepped up next to Moka.
"I could ask you the same thing Kokoa." The woman smirked.
Then a look of recognition and ecstatic surprise crossed her face. "Moka? Moka!"
And Moka was face to face with the woman.
"I haven't seen you in ages! You are still cute as a button."
Moka had spoken of her sisters before. It was how he recognised Kokoa.
At no point had she made any mention that her second oldest sister… was a ditz.
"Who are you here to kill, Kahlua?"
The woman looked at Kokoa with a look of hurt.
Harry was concerned by the fear he could see in the youngest sister's eyes.
"That's so mean, Kokoa! Don't say things like that. People might get the wrong idea."
"You only leave our home if you have a job."
Kahlua beamed. "Yes, I am here as a Goodwill Ambassador."
"And 'goodwill' involves attempted kidnapping and slavery?" Harry asked.
The glare Kahlua gave him was one that a mother gives their child. "I work for an organisation called Fairy Tale."
There were several snorts behind him.
"It is!" Kahlua protested. "Fairy Tale wants to form an alliance with the village… as soon as they hand over a hostage called Shirayuki Mizore."
"Well, you failed." Harry shrugged. "Mizore is not a hostage and she certainly isn't going with you. She is a part of my family and you really don't want me to have to call in my allies."
Kahlua was confused. "But we already have Shirayuki-san. She's right there."
"Yes. And now she is leaving."
Harry turned and nodded to the others.
He saw the looks of horror just a fraction after he felt the blow… that would have landed had his turn not also been his act of apparition.
The look of shock on Fujisaki's face was priceless.
But less so than the one as he fell to the floor, stiff as a board.
Kahlua turned to see Harry standing behind her, his hand held up, palm facing her. "Are you fast enough to evade a wide area spell?" He asked calmly as his heart was beating violently. He didn't want to die… again.
"You should leave, Kahlua." Moka spoke up, she was scared as well, but she held to her courage.
The elder vampire turned with a mournful look. "You know I can't do that. I have to finish my job."
"And what if you can't?" Harry asked. "What happens then?"
She turned back, like a Wimbledon spectator. "It has never happened." She sounded like it was never a consideration. An absolute impossibility.
"It's about to." Kurumu growled.
The woman began to sniffle. Then the tears fell and she sobbed.
"We need to run." Kokoa said worriedly.
Kahlua outright started to wail.
"She's having one of her fits. She gets like this before she gets to work. She's the House of Shuzen's Master Assassin."
"Then we fight." Keito declared as she allowed her spider legs to come out, ripping through her kimono. Beside her Ririko's tale formed.
"No! She's an unstoppable killing machine!"
And that was when a bolt of red light hit the beautiful, white-haired vampire and she dropped like a rock.
Everyone turned and looked incredulously at the English Witch. "I stopped her?" She shrugged sheepishly.
"What have you done?"
They all turned to the horrified Priestess. "You have brought destruction upon this village."
She began to convulse as a mist seeped from her mouth.
Harry threw a binding spell at the prone vampire and one at Fujisaki. He then backed up to the girls.
The mist from the Priestess' mouth turned to a white viscous substance that moved to float above her head.
"A pity. Such a pity." A male voice sounded from the blob as a mouth and eyes appeared. "All this effort… for nothing.
"Forming an alliance with the organisation that planned to invade the village was the only way to prevent bloodshed."
"And you are?" Harry demanded.
"I'm Jack Frost. The ectoplasmic embodiment of the priestess' power of prophecy." The mouth smirked. "In other words… I'm the one who does the foretelling of the future around here."
"So you're a fake who is tricking the yuki-onna to following you to their doom." Harry surmised.
"I am no fake, boy." The being glared.
"Then you suck at prophecies. If you didn't you'd have seen that trying to use Mizore as a bargaining chip would anger me. Angering me angers them." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. "Now, let's assume you managed to kill me and them. You will have killed the daughter of the Sendo magicals, the daughter of a succubus and two, count them, two daughters of the House of Shuzen.
"That doesn't even begin to take into account that you are responsible for pitting one of the elder daughters against her younger siblings.
"How do you think those people will react?" Harry asked pointedly.
The blob of goo floated there, blinking.
"Fuck me." It finally said.
"Yeah… now think about the damage this lot can cause before you could take them down."
Jack looked down and scowled. "Fuck." He swore to himself. He looked at Harry. "Leave. Take the girl, hell take the whole village and run.
"I cannot foresee accurately. My ability has been tampered with. The yuki-onna are doomed if they remain."
"Unwise." Keito said as she stepped forward. "There is nowhere they could go and be safe and be in a climate they can survive in."
"Are these the only two members of Fairy Tale in the village?" Ririko asked, her tail swishing in agitation.
"They have bodyguards. I do not know their numbers." Jack began to float back and forth as though he was pacing. "Even if we tossed them, they would come back with greater numbers and better resources."
Harry turned to the girls. "Moka, I need the other you out."
The pink-haired girl was quickly a white-haired girl as Inner Moka emerged.
"I need you to take Kokoa and Kahlua to your father, explain the situation. I don't know where he is so this is a portkey to the SPC dungeon.
"Ruby, you'll need to go with them."
The other two girls stepped forward as Harry pulled the sash from his robe and turned it into a portkey. "The Chairman should be able to contact your father."
They moved over to the downed Shuzen sister and vanished.
"Yukari, we need your parents. Take Hermione and bring them here."
Yukari nodded as she took off her ever present witches' hat and handed it to Harry to turn into a portkey.
Now there was only one magical present.
"What's your plan, Harry?" Shizuka asked.
"We do what we did to your home." Harry held his palms out in resignation. Hiding was all he could think of.
"This was all so very interesting."
The group turned to see Fujisaki rising, awake and easily snapping the bindings Harry had conjured. Behind Harry the others spread out to make for an easier attack.
Harry began to remove his kimono, revealing he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt underneath. He had been very suspicious about the Ice Priestess summoning them so soon after the snow monster attack.
From the small of his back he pulled a small dagger.
"Harry-"
"Stay back and watch the doors." He ignored Shizuka's worry.
"You really are full of bravado." Fujisaki smirked. "And quite the little leader. I was surprised at your speed and ingenuity.
"Quite impressive for a pitiful wizard.
"But I must say, I'm insulted that you would pull a weapon. You may be adept with your magic, but you could never hope to best me physically."
"Whatever works." Harry responded as he tried to remain calm, he held the dagger behind him.
"I think you need to know how badly you are outmatched." Fujisaki nodded to himself. He began unbuttoning his silk shirt, revealing his pale, perfect skin. "Go ahead. One free shot."
"Harry-"
"That confident?" Harry asked.
Fujisaki chuckled. "You have no idea what you are dealing with boy. Do it. Drive your little butter knife into my heart."
Harry readjusted his stance. He spun the dagger in his hand and then threw it, just like Moka had taught him.
It flew true and landed with a wet thunk, deep into the man's heart.
Harry heard gasps behind him as Fujisaki began to laugh, the knife clearly embedded where it should have killed him.
And them Fujisaki vanished.
"Where did he go?" Keito demanded. "We need to leave immediately." She said as she moved to the windows to look outside.
"Don't worry. We should be safe for an hour or so." Harry said as he sank to the floor shaking as the adrenaline left him.
"Harry-chan… what did you do?" Shizuka asked as Mizore and Kurumu moved to tend to him.
"The same thing I'd done twice before." Harry smiled shakily as his body stood down from fight or flight. "I turned my dagger into a time-delayed portkey.
"He's standing in a dismal house in surrey."
"You. Tell your people to detain or kill all Fairy Tale personnel." Ririko ordered as she slithered angrily to the still floating and gobsmacked Jack Frost. "NOW!"
The being slid back down into the Ice Priestesses mouth and she began to gasp heavily.
There was a pop and Hermione and Yukari appeared with Yukari's parents.
It was going to be a long night.
After a night filled with the threat of death and then casting the Fidelius over an entire village with the power of Yukari's parents, Harry had slept for three days straight.
He awoke in the SPC building in his bed with Kurumu and Mizore curled up on either side.
"Master, it is good to see you awake." Mako said as she handed him a glass of water.
Harry blinked. Yep, she was still wearing that nurse's outfit.
He moved so he was sitting against the headboard and sipped the water. "How did I get here?" He croaked.
"Mistress and her sisters asked Yukari-chan's parents to bring you here. You have been asleep for three days. The Chairman has asked you to see him as soon as you awake."
Harry nodded tiredly. He smiled at the sleeping forms of Kurumu and Mizore. He must have had visitors or Yukari must have slept there as well. There wasn't any other reason they would wear nighties.
Harry frowned as he entered the Chairman's office and saw Shuzen Issa seated at one of the guest chairs. The Chairman was sat behind his desk.
"Harry-chan, I asked Issa to join us as his family was dragged into this mess."
Harry bowed low to the two men.
He really hoped neither one decided to make an example again by doing something like punting him out the window. It would be… annoying.
"I have contacted Ragnok and he has sent me a pensieve. Show us your memories so we may take a measure of the fools who wish to doom us all."
Things were definitely bad if the Chairman wasn't even going to be polite.
Harry nodded and extracted his memories into the stone basin on the Chairman's desk.
Twenty minutes later both males emerged. Issa was cursing up a storm. In multiple languages.
"You recognised the man, Chairman-sama?"
"You are to forget this meeting ever took place, Potter." The Chairman's eyes were glowing red and his voice had an unnatural timbre. "From this moment forth, Akashiya Moka is not to remove her rosary and she is to remain within your sight at all times."
Harry frowned as the powerful being moved around the desk and stared him straight in the eyes.
"Let me be clear. The girl is to eat with you, sleep with you, when either of you goes to the bathroom you will be in the stall with her."
Harry was not happy. Of course, neither was Issa.
"Chairman-sama, I understand that you want to maintain security, but can you tell me nothing? I need some information to adequately protect Moka."
"You want information, Potter?" Issa snarled. "Then consider this all you're going to get: That man could defeat me."
"And Fairy Tale?" Harry asked, not moved by the aggressiveness of the two men.
"We know all that you know." The Chairman sighed. Apparently this was not a topic they would potentially kill him for talking about. "Until we can get Issa's daughter to talk, we simply know there are Yōkai masquerading as humans in the human world and that they are looking to take over the monster world."
Harry nodded in acceptance. "One last thing: You two get to tell Moka she has to use the bathroom with me in the room."
Moka had been livid.
Both of them.
Inner Moka had been so angry she had begun to unintentionally hurt Outer Moka as she was trapped inside.
Unfortunately for the Chairman and Issa, the rest of the girls had been outraged on Moka's behalf.
They had told the two men in no uncertain terms that there was no way Harry was going to be in the bathroom with Moka unless it was to share a shower.
Kurumu had nearly caused Issa a stroke when she smugly described what Harry would do to Moka in the shower. Shizuka had eventually dragged the Succubus back
They did concede and said that Moka would be accompanied by one of them. Lilith and Hedwig would be her constant companions.
It turns out that it doesn't matter how powerful you are, you don't piss off a harem of women.
Moka had made it clear to her father that she was going to be having sex with Harry. And that was when the Chairman had to drag him off.
School started back up and Moka was still a virgin. She fully intended to make love to Harry, but she would do it on her own terms.
Inner Moka had decided she would wait until they were officially married.
The protections on the school seemed to be holding up. They hadn't been tested yet but Harry was thinking of having his two groups take a whack at them, just to be safe.
At the end of the first week back, Harry approached the bus driver.
"Need to go somewhere, kid?" He asked in his gravelly voice.
Harry shook his head. "No, I had a few questions."
"Careful, the answers might be more than you can handle." The driver warned.
"You've known the Chairman for a long time, right?"
"Longer than most." He allowed.
"Do you ever see yourself not serving as the bus driver?"
Harry could just make out a raised eyebrow under the shadow-veiled cap. "As long as it amuses me."
"You remember the Fidelius?" Harry asked.
The bus driver snorted. "Thought the point was not to remember."
Harry snorted himself. "Yeah, the Chairman was thinking of the Fidelius as a protection for the school. But it would require someone to be the secret keeper who could tell every student, staff member and resident of the school."
"What about when they finish their education?" He asked. "Imagine a group like the Anti-Schoolers making it through their education and then returning?"
"We could take down the Fidelius every few years and then reapply it." Harry explained. "But the secret keeper would need to visit everyone again."
"Sounds… annoying." The driver scowled.
"Very."
"Best to leave that idea on the shelf, kid."
"Okay." Harry nodded. "Thanks for your time."
Harry didn't realise the speculative look he was being given as he walked away. The bus driver didn't like the idea of being tied down with that level of responsibility, but he was, even now, thinking of how the kids plan could work.
Three weeks after the start of school Harry was again called to the Chairman's office.
Honestly, he would have preferred to have found Moka's father waiting for him.
Instead he saw Toji Ikari, an Englishman he didn't know and…
"Harry, my boy."
"How can he be so condescending even in Japanese?" Harry scowled at Albus Dumbledore. "Wasn't he in prison?" He asked Ikari.
"His release and return was negotiated by my superiors." Ikari scowled. "This is Scrimageour Rufus, the new British Minister for Magic."
"Do you speak Japanese?" Harry asked the man.
The man seemed to have a perpetual scowl.
"Minister Scrimageour does not." Dumbledore answered in English.
"Can we get down to business, please?" The man with leonine like features almost demanded. "Potter, what would it take to get you and Miss Granger back to England?"
"The eradication of the British Ministry of Magic and the full integration of the British Magical World with the British Non-Magical World." Harry answered without missing a beat.
"I am being serious, Potter."
"So am I. Personally, I will never return to Britain unless it is to deal with a direct threat to myself and my family.
"As for Miss Granger, I can't see why she would want to return to the place that tried and convicted her for killing the creature that wanted to kill and torture them all."
"We are willing to pay you both a substantial reward. There are First Class Order of Merlins waiting for both of you.
"Do you know that a muggleborn has never been awarded an Order of Merlin?"
"Just another reason she wouldn't want to return."
"That is the highest honour!" Scrimageour was offended.
"If you want her back in England, you'll have to discuss it with her and her parents." Harry shrugged.
"But they're muggles. It has nothing to do with them." It was a sad testament to the mindset of British Magicals that Scrimageour was simply confused by the concept of discussing anything about magic with muggles.
"Harry, Britain is trying to recover from the realisation that Voldemort had returned and was threatening their children, the fact that, despite being exiled, you still returned to face him and save the children, and finally, that he was killed by a muggleborn girl." Dumbledore explained.
"Having you and Miss Granger back in England and recognised for your deeds would give the British people something good to focus on."
"Exactly." Scrimageour nodded. "It would show them that they can trust the Ministry."
"You mean, trust you." The Chairman smirked.
"I am the Minister." Scrimageour stated in such a manner that made Harry wish Fudge was back.
"Well, I am certainly not returning." Harry said as he stood. "What Miss Granger does will be up to her and her parents.
"Mister Toji, I apologise for these men having wasted your time." He bowed to the Japanese official.
"Forgive me, I do not understand."
Harry stared at the man. Toji was clearly confused by what was going on, despite having sat there patiently and silently.
"You don't speak English?"
"No, I am not part of the foreign affairs department. I was sent as the liaison to the Yōkai." He explained.
Harry bowed very low. "I apologise, Toji-san. I had no idea you could not understand us. Please inform your superiors that the next time they send you here with foreigners, they either supply you with a translator or require the foreigners to bring their own."
"I understand." Toji returned the bow in acceptance. "And I will pass on your request."
"I recommend that you have someone who speaks English view your memories of today so they can explain what was said."
"Could you provide a brief overview?" Toji asked hopefully.
"Potter, we are not finished."
"Shut up, I'm talking here." Harry snapped before turning back to Toji. "These idiots came to try and get myself and Granger-san to return to England.
"They offered money and awards, but that certainly won't sway me."
"A pity." Toji sighed in amusement.
Harry couldn't help the grin. He was glad he could have a cordial conversation with a politician or civil servant. "I do try not to cause you trouble."
"Will Granger-san accept?"
"That's up to her and her parents. But, these are the same people who exiled her for saving their children."
"Granger-san has been declared a national hero."
Harry grimaced as he'd forgotten that Dumbledore spoke Japanese. "So was I. Look where that got me."
"I see." Toji said thoughtfully. "I shall contact the Sendo family and warn them about what may come."
"Thank you, Toji-san. I will be leaving now. But, fair warning, if these fools try to force anything… I will consider it an attack on a Yōkai."
Toji nodded darkly. "I will inform my superiors."
"Harry, please. Britain needs you." Dumbledore pleaded.
"Would you speak English!" Scrimageour was ignored.
"No country needs a sole sixteen-year-old boy." Harry retorted. "Do not bother me again, Dumbledore."
"Harry wait, I need to tell you something." Dumbledore moved to grab Harry's shoulder but was stopped by a low growl from the previously ignored porcupine monster in the corner.
Dumbledore retracted his hand. "Please, it is just some information, and this letter, from your godfather."
He pulled out a folded piece of parchment.
Harry looked at in disgust. "The address I gave him before still works. If he can't be bothered to use it then I can't be bothered to listen to him."
"Harry, it is a muggle address."
"And?"
Scrimageour opened his mouth but was bound and silenced by Harry.
"You don't have a wand!" Dumbledore was shocked.
"Give me the damned information or I leave now."
"But-" The growl sounded again. "Your family, they were murdered several weeks ago."
"Unlikely. I came to this meeting after having breakfast with my family."
"The Dursleys, Harry."
"So? They aren't my family. Other than working as their slave, I had no connection to them. If that's all…"
"There is one last piece of information. I must insist on privacy."
"Whatever you tell the boy, he will tell me or his harem." The Chairman interrupted. "Toji-san, take the Minister back to your superiors. I will ensure the old fool returns within the hour."
Toji knew better than to question the Chairman. He just wished he'd known the same when he'd first met Potter.
Toji pulled out a portkey, grabbed Scrimageour and vanished.
"Well? Get on with it." The Chairman ordered.
Dumbledore scowled. He was well aware that the man behind the desk could end him with his little finger. "Lord Voldemort is not dead.
"He has taken steps to ensure his immortality."
"And?"
Dumbledore was stumped by the impatient and dismissive tone of the boy. "Harry, he could return. Remember, there is a prophecy."
"Unlikely. The Chairman is a master of sealing."
*Clunk*
Sitting on the desk was a glowing glass orb with swirling mist inside. It was bound in chains with a crucifix.
"Riddle will not be escaping anytime soon." The Chairman smirked.
Dumbledore was wide-eyed. "But-"
"Leave, Dumbledore. You are becoming more than a nuisance." The Chairman glared. "Prophecies are for the weak. For those who do not have the power and will to forge their own path."
"I have seen prophecies fulfilled." Dumbledore warned.
"And I have seen them broken. A few weeks ago, Potter-san broke one himself." Harry straightened as he heard the pride in the Chairman's voice.
It was a few weeks later that Issa returned with his daughter.
"I was able to break the contract between my daughter and these idiots calling themselves 'Fairy Tale'." Issa scoffed at the name.
They were seated in the conference room with the Chairman. Only Harry and Moka were present for this. But it was implicitly understood that they would be telling the others.
"Unfortunately, I cannot compel her to reveal their secrets. I will not have her tarnish her honour like that."
"Did she join them freely?" Harry asked as he looked at the subdued young woman.
"She did. But I did not approve the contract and there is only one other who would. Her mother."
"Could her mother create a new contract?" Harry asked.
"She would need to have Kahlua present, which is why she is not leaving my sight for the foreseeable future." Issa grumbled.
Considering the blush on Kahlua's face, Harry worried that Issa was imposing the same restrictions on her that he had wanted on Moka.
"Can she be held to two contracts?" Harry asked curiously.
Issa frowned. "No. The contracts are magically binding… why?"
"What if I hired her? A contract with the House of Shuzen for Shuzen Kahlua to act as a bodyguard for… say… Kokoa?"
"She is an assassin and her contracts state as such." Issa huffed.
Harry rolled his eyes, which annoyed Issa but amused the Chairman. "Then a contract that says Shuzen Kahlua is to assassinate anyone who is a threat to Shuzen Kokoa."
Considering the gasp from Moka and the frozen expression on Issa's face, Harry had hit on something.
When he spoke, Issa did so slowly, to avoid any misunderstanding. "Family cannot sign a contract."
"Define family."
"Blood and bonded." His eyes flickered to Moka.
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "The Granger family, the Chairman and the Bus Driver. Do they have enough… 'separation' to qualify for a contract?"
"Grangers? Your pet humans?" Issa raised an eyebrow.
Harry placed a hand on Moka's knee when she seemed about to object. "Their daughter killed a dark wizarding lord."
Issa wasn't entirely happy to concede that point but it was still better than just dealing with humans.
"Issa, I believe I have adequate enemies to warrant a bodyguard. It will be a pleasure to have one of your daughters near me again."
The Head of the Shuzen family scoffed. "Any enemy that could trouble you would make mince meat of my daughter."
"And she will handle their minions." The Chairman stated.
"Fine. We will draw up a contract when this meeting is done.
"Now what about this 'Fairy Tale'? We know nothing about them except that they operate in the human world, have designs on the monster world and that my wife is possibly involved with them." Issa was clearly angered by each point for different reasons.
"We could set a trap. Lure them out." Moka offered hesitantly. This was not her forte. Inner Moka should sitting here, not her. Still, her alternate self provided advice.
"I wouldn't want to take on an unknown monster." Harry shook his head. "Imagine having to confront a fully mature Yoko.
"Or even your step-mother."
"She could kill you both as easily as I." Issa admitted. "And I am not blind to the fact that she has no love for you, Moka." There was a sadness in Issa's demeanour, but Harry ignored it.
"We could send messages to other monster enclaves. Warn them about Fairy Tale and suggest they increase their security." Harry suggested.
"Eurgh… a defensive action." Issa sneered at Harry.
"If you want, I could put Moka's plan into action, then you can face them yourself." Harry glared back at him.
"Remember your place, boy." Issa growled.
"Oh, I do." Harry leaned forward. "Saviour of three of your daughters, now. Victor over multiple S-Class monsters. And still standing after facing something that made you sweat in fear."
Issa was suddenly on his feet, his power radiating.
"Issa!" The Chairman barked. "If you do not want to be bested, do not challenge.
"Harry-san's idea has merit, as does Moka-chan's.
"Unfortunately, Moka-chan's idea is too dangerous, as Harry-san said. We will move forward with Harry-san's plan and then respond as needed.
"We did not get to where we are now by running recklessly into the unknown."
Issa sat down, his presence receded, but there was a visible aura around him. It was clearly making Kahlua uncomfortable.
"Moka-chan, take Harry and help him cool off. I will conclude my business with your father."
Moka quickly stood and bowed to both men before dragging Harry out of the room.