Harry was not having a good day. He spent all of the morning and half of the afternoon trying to find the Japanese Magical Community but came into a dead end one after the other. He was pretty sure that the old man told him that the entrance was somewhere in downtown. Yeah, that is a great description, he thought in sarcasm. Emerald eyes looked all around at the ghost-like sidewalks and almost empty small roads. Where the heck am I? He wondered as he took out his map.

Out of nowhere, his stomach growled in anger for being ignored. Harry's face soured a bit at the feeling. He had planned to get lunch at the magical community, but it looked like he had to have a change of plans. Harry looked around once more. His shoulders heaved down when he came face to face with nothing but Japanese writing. He scratched the back of his head and grumbled:

"Where's a restaurant?"

With no point in using the map, Harry folded it and put it away in his bag then continued to walk along the sidewalk. The sun heated the back of his neck, which caused him to rub it with frustration. His eyes browsed over the windows to look inside when something caught his eye.

"Café Poirot"

He read out loud in a murmur. For once that day, a smile bloomed across his face. He didn't really care that it was a café. Anything was better than being hungry. He patted his jeans' front pockets and felt his wallet. Thank Merlin that the Goblins kept up with muggle technology and knew how to use credit cards, or the young wizard would have found his situation extremely awkward. One didn't carry around hundreds of coins or paper money nowadays, not when there was something that could transfer the money from a bank. With a skip in his steps, Harry walked into the café. A soft ding announced his arrival. A female worker was there to greet him right away with a welcoming smile.

"Welcome to Café Poirot. Is it just you or are you waiting for someone?"

Harry was surprised at the cheerfulness, since all day today he was greeted with weird looks. He couldn't help but return the smile. Her cheerfulness was contagious. He replied:

"I'm alone"

"Then follow me." The brown headed young woman guided Harry to one of the tables. Once he was seated, she gave him a menu. "I'll be back in a few minutes to take your order. What do you want to drink?"

"I'd like some tea."

"Sure, anything specific?"

"If you have black tea, that'd be great."

"I'll go check if we have any."

Harry sent her a thankful look then looked at the menu. The second that he saw it was written only in Japanese, he sighed in defeat. Bloody Hell, I wish that the charm would allow me to read in Japanese too. He thought with another sigh. There were a few pictures, but he had no idea what the food was really except for the sandwich. A small voice in the back of his head started to nag at him that somebody was watching him. He frowned deeply and looked up over his big circular glasses. Even though it was slightly blurry, he could make out an outline of a person behind a desk. He lifted his head a bit and saw that a blond, tanned young man looked at him with a wondered look. Before he could say anything, the worker asked from across the counter:

"Can you read in Japanese?"

Harry looked at him with startle at the question. He rubbed the back of his neck and asked with a sheepish smile:

"Am I really that obvious?"

"A little" The blond man smiled in amusements. "You need any help?"

"If it's not too much trouble…"

Harry replied awkwardly. He was almost 15 for Merlin's sake, yet he had to have someone help him read. It didn't even matter at that point that it was a language in which he knew next to nothing about. If one of his classmates were there, specifically Malfoy, he knew that he'd be laughed at. The worker came over and sat next to him. He started to read the menu. Harry listened carefully until he fell upon something that he tried last evening and rather liked.

"I'd like the Miso soup. Thank you for the help… um…"

"Amuro"

"Thank you for the help Amuro-san."

The woman returned at that moment with a steaming cup. She placed it on the table and asked in confusion as to why her co-worker was next to the customer:

"Is something the matter?"

"I was just helping…"

Amuro paused as he looked at the customer for his name. Harry saw a look in his eyes that made him almost tense. He said slowly:

"Potter"

The blond worker simply smiled and explained to the young woman:

"I was just helping Potter-san read the menu, Azusa-san."

The woman, Azusa, looked between them startled.

"Read?" She turned to the customer. "Sir, you can't read Japanese?"

It wasn't meant to be rude in anyway, Harry knew that. The woman looked genuinely confused and worried, probably because she thought that she didn't bother to check if her customer could read the language. He couldn't really blame her as he didn't talk like a foreigner thanks to the bracelet. He comforted her with a small smile.

"No, but it's alright thanks to Amuro-san."

"If you're sure…" The light grey eyed woman replied with a small worried frown. "Did you decide to order anything?"

"Oh yeah, he wanted to eat your famous Miso soup."

The male worker said cheerfully before Harry could speak. The English teenager sent him a calculated look. He received a smile that he knew right off the bat was fake. He received it many times in his life. There's something off about the guy, and I don't like it. Do Death Eaters even go as far as Japan? No… he couldn't be a Death Eater. For one, the man's sleeves were pulled up to his elbows to show clear tan skin. Another hint was that Death Eaters were mostly purebloods that wanted nothing to do with the muggle side of the world other than to take over. At least, that was how it was in Britain. Harry wasn't quite sure how it was in Japan. Third, Dumbledore had assured him that Asia as a whole was not interested in Voldermort. As far as they cared, it was the Europeans problem. So, if he wasn't a Death Eater, what was he?

Azusa's worried and slight guilt was replaced with a beaming smile. Before she left, Harry quickly said after her:

"Thank you for bringing the black tea, Azusa-san!"

The woman sent a smile over her shoulder and disappeared to the back kitchen. This left the two males alone, which made Harry twice as paranoid. As far as he knew, the Dark Lord was back and his Death Eaters were out there somewhere. The guy was more than he appeared to be and he knew too much just by glancing at him. The teenager took out his Tokyo map from his bag and asked the watchful worker sarcastically:

"Is there something on my face Mr. Detective?"

The man looked surprised at what he was called. He chuckled then pointed out:

"Aside from a scar, not really." Harry took note of the reaction from what he called him. It was a mere sarcastic name, but from the looks of it he seemed to have nailed it on the head. So, he's a detective… He was snapped out of his thoughts by the tanned man pointing out. "You're lost."

Harry stared at Amuro for a long moment. Both held each other's gazes. He asked slowly:

"What makes you think that?"

"It's not that hard to figure out, but I doubt that you would like it if I point the hints out."

"Why do I bother?" The black headed teenager muttered to no one particularly. He may as well. "Yes, I'm lost. Where am I?"

Amuro decided to take pity on the adolescent and undid the map before he placed it onto the table carefully, so to not disturb the tea. The small smile never left his face, since he found it rather amusing how easy it was to rile up this kid. He pointed out the spot on the map while he answered:

"We're here, in District 5."

Harry blinked several times as he stared at the spot on the map and where downtown was. He exclaimed rather loudly:

"Bloody hell! How did I get all the way here?"

This caused Amuro to laugh, which sounded rather genuinely from the wizard's point of view.

"That's one of the hints. Unless you're looking for the Mouri Detective Agency, a few local restaurants or a residence, I very much doubt that you knew where you were going."

Emerald eyes glared up at an amused dark blue pair. A small headache started to pound against his head, which caused the 14 and half year old male to sigh. He reaches over to his tea. When he started to sip, he almost hummed in appreciation at a familiar and, yet, somehow, more delicious taste. He placed the cup down and turned to the man. He explained:

"I kind of am looking for a residence, or more so a family. Do you know where the Kudo family lives?"

Amuro, for once since they met, looked startled at the boy. He raised an eyebrow at the question. He knew of only one Kudo family, but it couldn't be them… could it? He asked:

"Can you be more specific?"

"Um… what were their names again…?" The wizard muttered to himself as he tried to remember. He stared at the names a lot since he found out about his birth family, but the names were so foreigner that he wasn't used to them, yet. "Yu… Yusek… Yusuke… Yusaku! One of them is named Yusaku, Kudo Yusaku I guess if we go by Japanese naming system."

The worker looked at him with wide eyes. What in the world does he want with them? Who is he? Potter… He studied the lad in front of him once again for a quick second. Black hair, green eyes, scar on forehead, teenager and has a ring on his index finger. I'll have to store that information for later. Something tells me that it'll be important. He answered slowly:

"I do know where they live. What is it that you want from them?"

Harry shifted a bit in his seat, unsure of how to answer. He hadn't thought about thinking of a respond if a person asked him that question. Should he say the truth or…? He replied with careful wording:

"I have business to do with them."

First thing that Amuro wanted to do was sent the boy a look of disbelief. What could a teenager want to do with them? With how guarded his body was and serious eyes, he couldn't deny that the teenager was serious. He explained:

"They're not home, last time I heard."

Harry's eyes widened. He stuttered in disbelief:

"W-What do you mean they're not home?"

"Mouri-sensei told me once that they're doing a lot of traveling. Not even their son is home at the moment."

"Oh…"

The respond was so quiet that Amuro almost didn't catch it. He watched the shoulders heaved down in almost a defeat manner. The green eyes glazed over with disappointment, sadness and regret? What the heck was going on with this kid? In a rare moment, the man hadn't thought about what he would say next. He suggested:

"Do you still want to know where they live?" Harry didn't look at him, but nodded in silence. The tanned man towered the map and pointed out the place easily enough. "They live here, in District 2. If I remember correctly, they live on Block 21."

The teenager nodded in thanks. He grabbed the map to fold it. The silence between them broke when Azusa returned with a bowl, chopped sticks and a spoon.

"Here you go Potter-san."

Harry gave her a weak smile and thanked her before he turned his attention to the food. The workers went back to their separate jobs. Both kept a subconscious eye on their only customer.

Harry ate his food a bit sloppily, as he wasn't used to chop sticks. He mostly ate the soup with the spoon that was provided. If his mind was more into the food, he would have tried harder to eat better. Yet, his mind was on another matter. They're gone- particularly traveling the world, if what that guy said was true. Not only that, but my older brother isn't even there. What am I going to do now? Do I still go to the house or should I return to England? Even though yesterday he had a hard time deciding what to do, it still broke his spirit. With the nightmares becoming more frequent and sleeping became rarer by the night, along with problems back in England; the reunion was pretty much what kept Harry going. Unconsciously, he rubbed his newly scarred arm.

Soon, Harry finished his food. He had lost whatever appetite he had when he found out the news. That was particularly sad, because the food was delicious.

I may as well get back to the hotel. Harry thought as he got up to pay. At the cashier, Azusa asked in concern as she gave the receipt to her customer after he paid:

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah" He replied automatically. "Can you tell me where I can get a ca-taxi?"

The woman still looked worried for him, but answered anyways as she pointed to the direction.

"If you go down there and walk for 9 minutes, you'll be able to get to a main road. There'll be a lot of taxis there."

"Thank you"

With a bid of farewell, Harry left. The workers sent each other looks before both looked back at the door.

-ooOOoo-

A few hours later, the café was still open. A tired Kogoro walked in. The first person that greeted him was Amuro, whom led him to a table.

"Mouri-sensei! Good evening, do you want the usual?"

"Yeah and get me something to drink as well. I don't care what brand."

This surprised the blond man, as he blinked several times at the private detective. This was the first time that the man didn't ask for a particular brand. How tired was he exactly? He may act like the man's apprentice due to his real job, but after being around the Mouri family for a while he came to get used to their behaviors and habits. He changed the subject:

"Where are Ran-san and Conan-kun?"

"Tomorrow is the weekend, so Sonoko-kun has Ran for a sleepover and the brat is at a friend's place for the night."

Well, isn't today just odd? Amuro thought in confusion. He took the silence as an opportunity to go get the food ready while he told Azusa to get sake.

Azusa did as she was told. She left for a few minutes but soon returned with a small cup and a bottle of sake. As she placed both onto the table, she took notice of the same thing that her co-worker did. Yet, unlike her co-worker, she didn't beat around the bush. She asked:

"Is something the matter Mouri-san?"

She watched as the private detective poured some alcohol for himself. The man didn't reply right away as he was too busy taking a shot. His lack of responds to how good the alcohol was made her more worried. What is going on today? First that kid and now Mouri-san, she wondered in confusion and worrisome. She was snapped out of her mind when Kogoro answered while he poured another shot:

"I've been working with the police all day today." The two workers stared at him from their spots. "We were looking for a missing person- which reminds me." The black headed man looked at the duo. "Have you two seen a foreigner 15 years old boy with black hair and a ring on his index finger?"

Azusa and Amuro sent each other looks of realization. The woman said to her co-worker:

"You don't think…?"

"Maybe"

For the first time that day, Kogoro's ears perked up. He asked quickly:

"So you've seen him?"

"We had a customer like that a few hours ago. Though he looked a bit younger than 15." Azusa explained to their customer. Her grip on the circular plate tightened at the thought of the boy. "I don't know much about him, but I did find out that his last name is Potter."

Potter? That isn't a Japanese name and they said that they've seen him, so could it be…? Kogoro wondered as went to drink another shot of sake. He looked over to his apprentice whom walked over with a plate filled with food. As the plate was placed onto the table, Amuro announced:

"He was looking for the Kudo family."

The private detective spit out the sake. This surprised the workers as they jumped back so to not get hit by the alcohol. The oldest of the trio coughed harshly. Amuro, who was the closest, pounded his hand on the man's back. Azusa said that she'd get a towel and quickly ran off. When Kogoro stopped coughing, he sent a look to the blond and shouted:

"That's the kid we're looking for!"

Dark blue eyes shadowed with understanding. It looked like it was a good thing that he studied the teenager and stored the information away. From the small description, he could only guess that the police themselves didn't really know much about the teenager in the looks department. He told his teacher:

"As we told you, his name is Potter. He has short black, messy hair and green eyes. He's thin and looks younger than 15, like Azusa-san said. He has a big ring with some sort of crest on it, I didn't really look. He also has a scar."

"A scar?"

"Yes, it's on his forehead and hard to miss. If I have to compare it to anything, it'd have to be lightning."

"And you said that he was looking for the Kudo family? What did you say?"

"I told him that they're not home at the moment, but I told him where they live."

Kogoro sat in silence as he thought deeply about the description. He ignored everything in his surroundings as he tried to connect what his dad said to his apprentice's description. His dad has said that the teenager found out in the worst time about his birth family. From the tone, it would suggest that something was going on in the young man's life at the moment that wasn't the best. Something told him that it connected with the scar, but he wasn't sure why. I'll have to send Inspector Megure the information through text. It's too late to call him. Kogoro decided as he took out his cellphone, picked out his friend's number and started to text:

Megure,

I found information on the kid. My apprentice, Amuro-kun, met him. This is the description that he gave me:

- Short black, messy hair.

- Green eyes

- Thin

- Appears younger than 15

- His ring has some sort of crest on it

- Scar on forehead that resembles lightning

- Name that was provided to them was Potter

Amuro-kun also provided him the location of the Kudo residence. He might appear any day now, now that he has the address.

The Amazing Sleeping Kogoro

Kogoro hit the sent button and put the cellphone away. He hoped that now that they had the information they could find the kid quickly.

"Mouri-san, is he a criminal?"

Azusa asked the detective as she cleaned the wet table with a towel. The man looked at her and shook his head.

"No, Azusa-chan, he's been missing for a long time. I can't tell you much though, but rest assure that he's a regular missing person and not a criminal."

"Then I hope that you'll find him. Poor kid, he looked really sad today when he left."

Yeah, I hope we do too. Kogoro thought. For the rest of dinner he drank his sake and ate all of his food in silence, his mind slowly taken over by the alcohol but his thoughts were still on the missing teenager.