Harry stared out of the plane's window with boredom. He flew on the machine for who knows how long and wished to stretch his legs, but what to do once he got up was a problem. Though, he had little to complain as he had a first-class seat, thanks to the money his adopted parents left him. Still, there wasn't much to do as he couldn't do his summer homework without someone catch him. He couldn't get caught by muggles, after all.

Finally, sight of a city appeared. The view had replaced the ocean and sky. Harry leaned back against his chair and thought about what happened for the last few days.

The only ones that knew about his plans were the headmaster and Hedwig. As far as anyone else was concerned, he was with the Dursley's. At first, he wanted to tell his best friends about the newfound discovery, but since the tournament and Ron's betrayal, Harry was less inclined to share such a deep secret with anybody. It didn't even matter at that point that Hermione was on his side, mostly. He caught the glimpses of doubt sent to him from her direction. He wasn't stupid, thank you very much.

Hedwig was happy, excited and nervous for him. That was until she learned that they were to travel the muggle way. They were to go via an airplane. That meant that she had to be stuffed in a part of an airplane with other animals in total darkness. That was a rather painful experience on his part. Harry was sure that she would have her revenge on him once they arrived, because the pecking attack was only the beginning of her plans.

Harry felt a shiver run down his spine at what that owl could come up with. Most days she was a mother hen, but there was that particular event or comment that would have her unleash her inner animal pride. He sighed and leaned back as he thought about what else he learned.

For him to go to Japan, he had to make sure that he had access to his banking in a different country. Apparently, he now had full access to all the vaults and could claim his title of Lord Potter. This was what led him to wear his Potter ring on his index finger. It almost felt like the ring was made for him, because it was the exact size. Either that or it had magic on it to resize, if he suspected right. It didn't matter though, because aside from the invisibility cloak and the photo album, Harry didn't really have much that belonged to his parents. The vaults themselves were filled with money and generations of belongings, so they didn't count.

Harry finally snapped out of his mind when he heard the pilot say:

"Please buckle your seatbelts. We're soon to arrive to Tokyo, Japan. Thank you for picking our airline and have a nice stay."

Right afterwards a robotic female voice said the same thing, but in Japanese. Harry listened carefully, to make sure that he understood her. The foreign words were a bit hard to pick up, but once he concentrated he understood. With a smile of relief, the teenager buckled his seatbelt. He threw a glance to his bracelet, something that Dumbledore gave him. It was supposed to help him understand and speak in Japanese. But reading and writing he would have to learn the hard way. That would be hard, but he couldn't really do much about it.

Harry adjusted his hat to cover the scar as a flight attendance walked by to check if everyone had their seatbelts on. Once she left, he looked outside the window once more and watched as they descended.

Once they'd land, the first thing that Harry would have to do was get a hotel room.

-ooOOoo-

Mouri Kogoro prided himself as a great detective. His fame as the Sleeping Kogoro only made it more obvious. Yet, even after all his years of experience being a police officer and a detective, the last thing that he expected was for his father to call him in the middle of a slow work day to tell him rather shocking news: the younger missing son of the Kudo's has been found.

"What do you mean he's found?" The son shouted as he glared at the telephone. His yell echoed throughout the empty apartment and office, only for Kogoro to continue, "It has been almost 15 years since he was kidnapped!"

"Mhm," His father hummed from the other side with carefreeness. "I've been contacted by an old friend of mine who is the headmaster of the boy. To tell you the truth, I was shocked myself. With his past and finding out about being adopted at the worst possible time, I feel bad for him, poor kid. Gave him a choice to stay with me, but he declined. He said that he wanted to find his family on his own, so he probably is at some hotel in Tokyo. I just brought him to one of the most popular hotels in Tokyo."

Kogoro felt a headache start to form. He knew his father, and he knew that he would take this opportunity to play with the people around him. If nothing more, it was to appease his boredom due to retirement. He almost groaned and face palmed at the choice of words his father chose to mess with him. He gritted his teeth as his pride was eaten away by the urge to beg. He growled out through his teeth with impatience:

"Stop messing with me, dad. At least tell me something that could help us find him."

The old man on the other side of the phone laughed.

"He just became a Lord back in the UK, so he's wearing a rather shiny ring. You're a detective, the famous Sleeping Kogoro, so I'm sure you'll find him. Tell Ran-chan and Eri-chan hello for me. Bye, bye."

The man cheerfully said farewell. Before Kogoro could stop him, the line went dead. The detective hung his head there with fury, his grip on the phone tightened harshly.

"That old man"

He said slowly with anger. Without a second thought, he called his wife. Once there was a click, the detective said first:

"Eri, you wouldn't believe this."

-ooOOoo-

On the other side of the phone, a shocked 38 years old wife and lawyer sat in pure shock. Her brain was on overdrive, as she thought about everything that her husband told her. She remembered that day, over a decade ago. She remembered how her best friend had given birth, but her happiness was ripped away by a vengeful doctor. She had never seen her friend so devastated before. It was almost like her youngest son had died in her arms, but worse.

If this was true, then this could be the greatest thing to befall the Kudo family.

For a moment, her brain finally stored all the information that she was given. The first thing she thought she stated:

"We have to tell the Kudo's."

"No, absolutely not."

Kogoro rejected the idea on the spot, which made the woman double back in surprise at his rare seriousness. She tried to talk some sense into him:

"Dear, do you realize how happy they would be?"

"I do realize and I understand why you would want to tell them. There is a reason as to why I called you. I need you to get everything that you can about this case, just in case it's a false alarm. If not, then there'll be a lot that the court system would want answered."

"False alarm? Mori-san may be bored because of the retirement. He may be a manipulator during that boredom or a simple prankster. But he wouldn't pull something like this off for his amusements!"

Eri wasn't given an immediate respond. The harsh silence hung almost in a torturous manner. A deep male sigh came through. Her husband said with tiresome:

"I know he wouldn't, but this isn't something that we should take lightly. I don't want to give the Kudo's false hope."

"I…"

Eri wanted to say something in responds, but the last part made her pause. Her eyes stared into space as she thought about her best friend, Yukiko. She didn't know how she would react if she was looked at with a look of sadness and betrayal. Finally, she replied in defeat:

"Alright… I'll be quiet about it. But you'll have to find him fast. Yuki-chan called me not that long ago. She told me that she and Yusaku-san will come back for a visit in a few days."

"Damn!" Her husband cursed. He said in a hurry, "I'm calling Inspector Megure. I'll call you back."

Without a farewell, both hung up and went to do their part of their jobs.