A/N: Well, look at that! I'm not dead. Yay for me! (If I was dead, I would be somewhere far, far away, on a beach enjoying a drink.) Anyways, enjoy the story! :D

It was early in the afternoon on the second day of the search, which was far better than the first day. Thanks to the information provided by Kogoro's apprentice, the officers found it easier to pinpoint where to go and who to approach. Their search has decreased drastically, as 2 of the hotels were crossed out early that morning from the list. At the moment, Kogoro got out of a car along with the Inspector. The two men made their way inside.

"We should have checked this hotel first."

Megure murmured to his friend as the clear glass doors opened and they walked in.

"If he's there"

Kogoro muttered in return. They walked up to the front desk quickly where a male worker stood there with a smile. They were greeted:

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"We're looking for someone, a teenager." The detective spoke first. The worker looked at them with a raise eyebrow at the odd answer. "Do you have a 15 years old teenage boy that goes by the name Potter? He has a scar on his forehead, wears a ring, green eyes and black hair."

This time both eyebrows shot up, almost hiding underneath his hair.

"Potter-san? Yes he does have a hotel room here."

The men tried not to show their eagerness at finally finding their missing person. Yet, their tones of voices and the fact that they both talked at the same time said otherwise.

"What?! Is he here?"

"I'm afraid not sirs. Potter-san left a while ago."

"Did he say where he was going?"

Megure asked urgently. The hotel worker grasped his chin as he thought back earlier in the morning.

"Hm… all I know is that he left with his pet owl and- oh! He also asked if there was a flower shop nearby. I'm afraid that's all I know."

The men blinked at him. Pet owl? Flowers? Both thought in confusion at the description. The further that they tried to find this teenager, the stranger he appeared. A ringing shook the men out of their thoughts. They looked at each other and then at the source of the sound, Kogoro's cellphone. The detective huffed, crumbling about who it could be but paused when he saw the name on the screen. He turned away from the worker at the front desk and walked a few feet away and answered. Before he could say anything, the person on the other line spoke first:

"Anata, you won't believe this."

His wife, Eri, announced in a tired voice, which made the man confused, but he cast it aside as it was her work. He asked:

"What's the problem? By the way, did you get an update from one of the officers on the kid's name and looks?"

"I did. When the officer came so did they. They found out and Yukiko is here, in my office, and Yusaku left- hey!"

The voice of his wife turned into an echo in the background. The main voice belonged to someone familiar:

"Where's my Tam-chan? Where's my baby boy?"

Shit, Kogoro cursed in his thoughts. He took the phone off of his ear and turned to the Inspector. He announced in a 'we're doomed' voice:

"The Kudo's are here and they found out."

Unlike him, the shorter man didn't hold back his thoughts.

"Shit!"

-ooOOoo-

Conan went through an interesting life, both as Shinichi and Conan, even though he hadn't hit the age of 18 yet. Being a detective when he was a teenager and now as a child (again), had led him to see through a lot of cases and people, much like his favourite character, Sherlock Holmes. He hadn't expected much of this weekend. He decided that he would stay with a family friend Professor Agasa and Haibara for the weekend so that he could get away from much of the craziness in his current life. It also didn't hurt that the Detective Boys squad were too busy with their families to come over to hang out. Also, now that Akai was found out by the FBI, he was taken away by his co-workers whom all thought that he had died for a reunion. Though, it was just for the weekend, so his house that he lend over to the FBI agent was now deserted. With all of that in consideration, he could check out how Haibara was doing with the antidote to change him back to his original form and simply hang out with no worries in mind.

Yet, he hadn't expected for his dad to call him on his Shinichi cellphone, as they talked not that long ago. It would explain why he stared at the screen on his phone with wariness before he answered:

"Moshi moshi?"

"Shinichi, do you remember us telling you about your little brother being dead?"

Conan pulled the phone away from his phone to look at it suspiciously. Where did that come from? They don't talk about him at all. He placed the phone back onto his ear and responded:

"Yeah, what about him?"

"He's alive and here in Tokyo, looking for us."

Conan's body straightened itself in a snap. His fake glasses almost tumbled off of his face. He shouted without meaning to:

"What do you mean he's alive? Weren't you two told that he died?"

"He was never found, so the police declared him dead. Mouri-san's father called him, saying that Tamotsu is very much alive and has found out about us. He came all the way from the UK to look for us."

Blue eyes blinked at the information. Even for the Modern Sherlock, as the others called him, it took a little too long to process the information. He asked:

"How did he get to the UK?"

"I don't know" His father admitted. "But we're helping the police to look for him. He apparently knows where the house is, so I want you to keep an eye out for him. Call me right away when you see him. He's supposed to be 15, but the witnesses said that he looked a bit younger. The most noticeable thing about him is that he has green eyes and a scar on his forehead."

"O…Okay…"

There was a moment of silent. Conan didn't know if to say goodbye and hang up or what else to do. The only thing on his mind was that his baby brother was alive, somehow, someway, and that he was in Tokyo searching for them.

"Shinichi… I can tell by the tone of your voice that it's hard for you. To be frank, I'm having a hard time as well just trying to figure out what's up and down. But, if it really is Tamotsu, there'll be a lot of questions and catching up to do, from all of us. We can't let this chance pass."

Conan wasn't sure what to say at that point. His brain still tried to connect with everything that he was told. His father bid him farewell and hung up. The little boy placed his cellphone onto the table and simply sat there, blinking at the air. All he could do was get up and sit down at one of the larger windows, keeping a watchful eye for his potential younger brother.

-ooOOoo-

Harry wondered through the streets once more. He rubbed his eyes in tiresome from the lack of sleep for who knew how many nights in a row. Dark circles started to make themselves known underneath. They weren't too visible, but if one was close to him they would notice. The only difference from yesterday was that on his shoulder rested Hedwig, whom had a string attached to her leg. Even though he knew that the owl was smart enough not to get into trouble, he needed to show people that he had her 'under control'. He really didn't want trouble, not now. Today he planned to go to the Kudo's, with hope that they'd be there. Hedwig decided to tag along, as emotional support, which Harry really appreciated. He didn't know what he'd do if he had gone alone.

People around them looked at them with weird looks. Children pointed out to their friends or an adult to the owl, as they voiced not so quietly their awe. Harry didn't pay attention to them as he focused on trying to find the flower shop. The hotel worker at the front desk gave him specific directions. He even was given a drawn map! Emerald-like eyes looked down at the map in his hand as he remembered one thing specific:

"Potter-san, don't worry too much. You don't need to know how to read Japanese to be able to find it. This flower shop may be small, but it's easy to find. It's practically covered in flowers! I'll draw you a map just in case."

I hope he's right, Harry thought. He looked up from the hand drawn map and stopped walking. He looked around once more before something caught his attention. There it was. It was the shop that he looked for. It stood in the corner, in an almost a humble manner, but yet it stuck out like a sore thumb because of how much flowers were all over the one storey high building. There were even flowers on the roof! Harry made his way towards it, which took only a few minutes.

In the shop it was even more crowded with flowers. A strong odor lazed around in the air, which almost made the teenager dizzy. He shook his head sharply to snap out of it. A short elderly woman walked up to him and greeted him:

"Welcome to Hana no Imi. What kind of flowers are you looking for?"

Harry looked down at her, rather surprise that there was someone shorter than him who was an adult. Well, she wasn't that much shorter, maybe only a few centimeters off. Still, it surprised him since he was the smallest in his year. He noticed how she looked at Hedwig only once, but kept her focus on him with no comment about the owl. He gave a quick glance over the inside of the shop and sighed mentally when he came with a blank mind. He said truthfully, almost embarrassed:

"I don't know. I just wanted to get some flowers for my… family."

"Well, what is the occasion?"

"Reunion…"

He responded quietly, unsure of how she would react. He very much doubts that a boy his age came in all that often with the same mindset as him. The old woman kept the smile, but it turned into an almost understanding one. She said:

"Then let me help you make a bouquet."

"T-Thank you"

Harry thanked after her with a light redness to his cheeks. He watched as she walked from one flower section to another. The wizard and owl looked at each other, neither knew what to say.

"That is a beautiful owl you got there." The old woman said without turning to his direction. The teenager was startled at her out of nowhere statement, but he knew that he should have expected it. "What's its name?"

"Her name is Hedwig"

"Hm… I don't think I've ever heard that name before." The shop worker hummed thoughtfully as she picked out a few pink flowers. "But is has a nice ring to it. Foreigner, isn't it?"

"Yes..." Harry started as he stroked his friend's feathers, which got him a nibble on his fingers. "She's really smart and is a good friend."

"Yes, sometimes animals do make better friends than humans, don't they?" The woman mussed in thoughtfulness, almost as if she thought back to a memory. "Now, how do you feel about the reunion?"

Harry shifted in his spot with unsureness. The snowy owl rubbed her head against his cheek, in a reassuring manner. He smiled softly at her, but the smile didn't stay for long as a look of sadness overshowed everything.

"I don't know… this is the first time meeting them." He revealed, which caught the woman's attention. He hadn't meant to tell her his reason, but the odor in the air and the warmth that raided off of her like waves made him feel calm. "I found out that I was adopted a while ago and came to Tokyo in search of them. I found where they live but…" He sighed, "But I want to meet them. I just don't know how to act or what to think. I guess… no, I know that I'm afraid. But I want to try, give it a chance."

He gulped, a rock-like feeling started to form in his throat. So much for Gryffindor courage, he thought lamely. The woman didn't say anything at first. She simply stared at him with a critical eye, which made the teenager feel unease. He wasn't sure if she thought that he was lame or was suspicious that he was lying. Quickly, the worker got up and moved to pick up other flowers. In the end, she wrapped the flowers together in special paper and wrapped a bow to tie it all together. She walked up to him with a beautiful bouquet that made the male teenager stare at it in awe. There were at list a dozen or two flowers, all of which showed only three types of flowers: A pink rose, a yellow camellia and an amaryllis.

"These flowers have different meanings, all represent your journey." The old woman begun as she handed over the bouquet, to which Harry took carefully. "The pink rose represents a few things, but in your situation it would be trust. The yellow camellia means longing, as you want to give the reunion a chance. Finally, the amaryllis means shy, as you are still choosing your path and being cautious. Universally, actions speak louder than words. Sometimes, flowers are enough as they speak for themselves. You just need to know how to choose them."

Harry stared away from the woman at the bouquet in awe. He should know better. His adopted mother's side of the family had a tradition of picking flower names for their newborns. Now, he understood why. Hedwig left the spot on his shoulder as she flew away towards a circle flower gathering. The wizard was so focused on the bouquet of flowers that his grip on the string loosened, but by the time that he refocused his attention on his friend it was too late for him to catch it. The snowy owl ignored the humans as she grabbed a single flower and flew right back, dropping a single lily onto the bouquet before returning to her spot on the wizard's shoulder. The two humans looked surprised at the pick. Harry looked at his friend, before he turned his attention to the flower. He gently picked it up, almost as if it would get destroyed easily. He stared at it for a long moment, as his thoughts went back to his adopted mother. A thin line crossed his lips. The thoughts of his adopted parents made his heart ache. He remembered the Mirror of Erised. He still had the album from Hegrid in his trunk, back at the hotel. He also remembered the witch's last moments, protecting him from Voldermort. Her exact words and his cold laughter were some of the most common dreams that he dreamt. Harry took a strong grip onto his feelings and placed the flower in the middle. He explained to the elderly woman:

"My adopted mother was named after this flower. She has died protecting me when I was a baby." He looked at his friend. "And I would think that this is her way to bring me back to my birth family, and ask me to be happy."

Hedwig bobbed her head, happy to know that he got the hint. The worker smiled softly, in an almost broken smile. She voiced:

"Then I believe that your friend has picked right. A lily means many things, but for you it'll be hope, faith and remembrance. Do well to treasure whatever you can. Who knows, maybe one day whatever you'll treasure will help you in the toughest of times."

"Thank you… this means a lot for me. How much-?"

"Nothing" The woman interrupted him, ignoring his look of shock and attempt to say otherwise. "All I want you to do is one thing, put these flowers into use and reunite with your birth family. That will be enough of a payment."

"But- ow!"

Harry yelped when Hedwig pecked at the side of his head. He sent her a glare, to which she puffed her chest and stared right back with her amber eyes. He huffed and looked back at the woman. It looks like I can't win with this one, he thought with a small amused smile.

"Then I'll be on my way."

"Have a safe and successful journey, young man."

With a bid of farewell, Harry walked out of the shop and went to get a taxi. His heart felt lighter than when he walked in, and he felt a bit more confident. He hoped that everything would go well in the end.