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"Okay, Potter, use your Gryffindor courage and ring the bell."

Harry muttered to himself, staring at the European styled house- or more so mansion. The grip on the bouquet tightened a bit, making the paper make noise. He had just arrived, after a bit of trouble with the taxi driver since he didn't know the direction to the Kudo residence. If not for muggle technology, some sort of map that the driver called a GPS, they would have never arrived. Still, it took a good 20 minutes since traffic was in full bloom at this time of the day.

The teenager frowned when he felt the familiar of being stared at. He looked around him while Hedwig flew off of his shoulder to rest on one of the stone pillars at the front, to which a pair of gates were attached to. Who's watching me? He thought with suspicion as he continued to look at both sides of the streets. He saw a few people walked by, but they didn't appear to look too out of place. Though, he swore that something was off about them. Harry returned his attention to the house, but when he looked carefully into the windows everything appeared calm. He looked at the neighbouring houses, where one appeared normal unlike the other. He stared at one specific window, in which a pair of curtains was drawn close in an unrealistic manner. He could make an outline of a pair of hands.

Harry stared until the curtains were let go. What in Merlin's beard is going on here? He wondered. Were the neighbours the same as back in Little Whinging, where everybody on the street pushed their noses where they don't belong?

"Fucking brilliant, I must look like a desperate loser of a freak."

He muttered, not caring that he cursed. He gave himself a one look over to make sure that nothing was out of place. He specifically bought these clothes back in London, just before he left to Tokyo, so to look good for the reunion. He had a pair of black dress shoes, same colouring dress pants and a button up dark long-sleeve green shirt (which was forced upon him by one of the workers at the stores). The emerald eye teen double checked his sleeves, to make sure that they didn't reveal any scars. Though, he couldn't do much for the small ones on his hands, as they were from the chores that he received from the Dursley's. Maybe it's the shirt? It's really hot outside. But I can't really tell. It seems that the cooling charm is working properly. He thought with a small nod to himself at his accomplishment.

Harry looked at his owl friend, whom glared at him with impatience. The look said 'I dare you to leave now without ringing the doorbell'. The wizard glared right back and snapped unintentionally:

"I'm doing it, just wait a bloody minute!"

Hedwig didn't take his irritation to heart. She knew how nervous he was. Still, she puffed her chest out in responds.

Harry sighed at the reaction. He looked back at the doorbell, which was left untouched. He may as well get it over with. He lifted his pointed, ringed finger to the square. He paused just before he touched it, in a hesitated manner, before he pressed it. After a few seconds, he let go and just waited.

Second turned into moments which in turn became minutes, but nobody answered. This left the duo in complete silence. Harry's shoulders heaved down in disappointment. The bouquet felt like it became heavier, as if they took into account his emotions. He closed his eyes tightly, along with the grip on the bottom of the bouquet. In the end, he sighed loudly. His whole body placed itself on the floor with the back against the iron gates, slowly descending until he sat down. Hedwig flew down to his side, looking at him with worrisome. Harry opened his eyes to turn them towards the sky. He said softly:

"I guess I put too much hope into the meeting."

He placed the bouquet of flowers next to him gently, where Hedwig wasn't. Still, what did he expect? He was told yesterday of where they were. The chances were low, but he still went with it. Yet, was it worth coming for the next two months? What if they weren't home during that time either? He promised Dumbledore that he'd return to clean up the mess that he created. He wasn't about to pull back on his promise, no matter what. The British Wizarding Community may have turned their backs on him, but he wasn't going to do the same in return.

But… it hurt. The chance of having a family appeared nothing more than a sick dream that his mind came up with to help him through this troubled times. Harry felt a nudge on his hand. He looked in confusion towards the cause and saw that it was Hedwig. He was about to ask what was wrong, until a child's voice cut him off:

"Are you looking for the Kudo family?"

Harry's head snapped upwards towards the voice. He came face to face with a small child, whom couldn't be older than 8 years old. The boy's bright blue eyes, which looked far too intelligent for the apparent age, stared at him with a tilt of the head. If not for his childhood and school years, the wizard would have thought that he looked at him in a rather innocent manner. He gave the mysterious child a grin as he answered:

"Yes, but I see that they're not home." He got up then dusted off the back of his pants. He picked up the forgotten bouquet. The smile turned sad. "I'll be going. Come on Hedwig."

Hedwig didn't fly onto his shoulder. Much to Harry's shock, she flew over to the boy to rest on his shoulder. Both males stared at the female owl with the same expression. Neither knew what she was doing. The wizard turned his attention to the distracted boy with a critical eye. He was surprised that the child hasn't started to freak out or cry out in awe. It was a reaction that other people, in older age groups, would give. Who was this boy? Though, Harry got to admit, this was rather amusing as Hedwig started to groom the boy, whom tried to get her to stop but with failure. This got the wizard to chuckle. He said with amusements:

"I'm surprised that Hedwig likes you. Usually someone would have to give her biscuits or bacon to get her to so much as be on their shoulder or something."

The owl hooted with offence. Harry smirked.

"Don't deny it. Bacon is practically your favourite food. Every time you come to me you expect me to give you one."

Hedwig straightened her body, mocking her human right back along with another hoot. The black headed teenager gave her a mock glare.

"Watch your language, young lady."

He was only ignored as the snowy owl returned to groom the boy's hair. The said mysterious child stared at the two, or more specifically the adolescent, as if they had lost it.

"Seriously Hedwig, let's go. There's no point in waiting around when no one's home-"

"Wait!" The boy quickly interrupted the older male. "They're coming."

Harry froze in his spot. He almost could not believe his ears, but he knew that what he heard was right. Emerald eyes stared straight into dark blue pair. He tried to study them to figure out how the child would know. The 8 year old kept the guarded look, but it slowly crippled away. Panic seeped through, which confused the older male. Why would this child, whom he never met before in his life, panic? Was this a prank or a genuine claim? He couldn't deal with it if it was a prank. Maybe Hedwig tried to tell him something through her going to this boy rather than return to his shoulder. Harry asked carefully:

"How do you know that they're coming?"

The boy shoved a hand into his pocket, looking conflicted. After a few moments, he sighed and pulled out a cellphone. He admitted:

"I have their phone numbers. They arrived earlier today. I called them saying that someone was in front of their home."

Harry's eyebrows knitted and a frown appeared on his lips. The first rational explanation that went through his mind was that this child was an acquaintance of the family. Yet, the more that he thought about it, the more that something deep, deep inside of him told him otherwise. There was some sort of a connection that made itself known the more that they talked. Was it his sub-consciousness that tried to tell him something, or was it his imagination? He warned the boy:

"If you're pulling some sort of a prank-"

"No, I'm not."

"Then-"

Harry stopped in his tracks when he noticed something in the corner of his eyes. He looked at both ends of the streets. There were people crowding. It wasn't that, that was the problem. The problem was that these were the same people that he saw and even walked past not too long ago. He didn't believe in coincidences, which this was far from it. There were 10 in total, half on each end. They appeared to move closer a bit, as if they waited for something to happen. He straightened his back, his body stiff as it was ready to fight or flee. These weren't normal people. It appeared that it was noticed, because the child grabbed a hold of his unoccupied hand, gripping in an iron-like grip. The child quickly said:

"They're not here to hurt you!"

Harry looked at the child, now knowing that something was definitely off about him. He asked with narrow eyes:

"Who are these people?"

"They're the police. They've been told that the missing son of the Kudo's, Kudo Tamotsu, has been found and is back in Tokyo, looking for his family."

"Who are you?"

Harry snapped, not meaning to. He was not in the mood for secrecy. He was scared for what was to happen to him as well as confused all at once. Overall, he knew that he was a sitting duck, much to his annoyance. From past experiences, this was the worst case scenario that he could be in. The mysterious child didn't say anything at first. He looked at him with his big dark blue conflicted eyes, as if he tried to figure something out. Finally, he said:

"If you really are Kudo Tamotsu, you are safe and everything will be explained. I promise. Just… just don't run away. I don't know how much we can take you being gone for the second time."

Harry stared at the boy, unsure of what to say or think. What does he mean by 'we'? Is he my little brother? It shouldn't be possible. The potion would have told me so. What is going on here?! He looked up towards the people with a tense look, as they took the opportunity to move closer. One of his eyes twitch as anger started to boil at their poor decision making. He barked at them:

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" All the undercover officers froze. "You have got to be the worst undercover cops I've ever had the displeasure to see. I do better sneaking around without getting caught and I'm not even trained like you twits. Unless you are planning to jump and handcuff me, piss off, now! I'm not going anywhere with you arseholes. If you don't, I will fight and run off."

The officers stared at the teenager in pure disbelief. They had their share of rude behaviour from ordinary people, but this was certainly an odd one. They had no idea what in the world this adolescent just called them. Still, unless they wanted to get the Inspector on their asses, they better do as the kid said. They slowly moved back until they were on the end of each street. They blocked the ways in case he decided to run off in either way. Harry huffed and sent dark glares at the officers. He had little respect for them, as they did little to nothing to help him throughout his life.

"You're lucky that they don't understand English slang. If they did, you'd be in a lot of trouble."

Harry's attention returned to the spoken amused child. He raised an eyebrow.

"You are not normal."

The black headed 8 years old didn't bother hiding his smile. He replied:

"Neither are you" The blue eyes looked at the hand in which the smaller hand clenched onto as if his life dependent on it. "Those scars aren't normal."

Harry decided against getting his hand out of the child's grip. He gave a sad smile, saying:

"You could say that I didn't have a normal life."

"Are you a criminal?"

The wizard blinked a few times then burst into laughter. The laughter was one of those that came within one's belly and made a person cry. The teenager ignored the offended look, as he kneeled down on one knee and placed the bouquet onto the ground once more due to his lack of energy. He brushed away the tears once his laughter started to die down. He explained simply, a true smile at last came to light:

"I'm far from it, believe me. A lot of people see me as a sort of celebrity back home."

"That doesn't make sense!"

The child protested, clearly annoyed.

"You don't make sense, so you have no room to talk. I'll explain everything, later."

Harry emphasized the last word with a pointed look. The child huffed with annoyance, but didn't argue any further.

Harry took a moment to gather himself, including the bouquet, and get up. Just at that moment, two cars pulled over, each on one end of the street. In total, four people walked out and towards them. Nobody looked familiar, except for one person. The wizard thought hard when something clicked into place. He announced as the people came within hearing range:

"Are you related to Mouri-san?"

The tallest man looked annoyed. He got a grumble responds:

"Yeah, he's my dad."

"Oh, you look a lot like him. By the way, he's really bad at giving directions. I've been trying to find something all day yesterday and he didn't give me much help. I tried calling him to ask for more specific directions, but he said that I'll find it soon enough."

"That's him alright."

"Alright, so… am I being arrested right now? That would suck, because I kind of like my life outside of prison. Still, I'm not sorry about what I called the officers. They're really a bunch of twits. I recognized them the second that they started to walk closer to me a minute ago. You need to up their training. I heard the army is a good place to start."

A short, fat man, as well as the only one with a hat, sighed. He stated with a pointed look:

"They didn't tell me about the encounter."

Harry gave out a weak:

"Oh… so I'm in trouble now." He looked at the rest of the people, noticing a certain similarity from the other two people. He then remembered what the kid said. He grew nervous, unsure of what to do or say. He saw, what he presumed to be, a couple look at him with tearful expressions. Were they the Kudo's? Well, it was rather obvious, when he thought about it a bit longer. Why would complete strangers cry at the sight of him? That was, unless they were wizards from Britain that wanted to shake hands with the Boy-Who-Lived, but even that didn't make sense, as he was the attention-seeking-brat of the United Kingdom at the moment. The mysterious child let go of his hand and made his way to the said couple. He turned to look back at the teenager while he nudged his head towards the two adults. Hedwig took the opportunity to move from the position of the child's shoulder and return to her spot on the wizard's. She nudged him in encouragement. Harry gulped as he gripped onto the bouquet a bit tighter. He held the dozens of flowers towards the couple, saying nervously, "T-This is for you…"

"It really is you, Tam-chan!"

The woman cried out, throwing herself at him, wrapping him into a tight hug. Hedwig quickly flew out of reach just in time, before she was crushed as well. Harry flinched. His eyes clenched tightly, just waiting and wishing for the hug to be over. He was not used to hugs, at all. Mrs. Weasley and Hermione gave him in total around a dozen of hugs, but he shied away from all human contact whenever possible. The only ones that he was familiar with were those that brought pain. If he had opened his eyes, he would have noticed the suspicious looks that everybody sent him.

It felt like a lifetime had went by, when the hug ended. Harry opened his eyes, looking straight into a pair of teary blue. This woman, his mother, took his face into her hands gently. He asked quietly, with a bit of struggle as he felt everything finally getting to him:

"How do you know that I'm your son?"

"I may have held you for only a few hours, but a mother never forgets her child."

Harry almost broke down in tears. His worst fears were laid to rest as all he could do was give her the bouquet once more. They were a bit damaged from the literal breath taking hug, but they were mostly intact. His mother took the bouquet happily, her eyes never left his. He looked at a specific flower, the lily, which was left completely untouched. He looked up at the next person that moved within his vision, to face his father. He blinked a few times, when he saw an additional of two transparent figures: his adopted parents. Lily and James gave him smiles and moved their lips:

"You're home. We love you."

In a mist-like manner, they vanished. Harry finally broke into tears. He gave a tearful smile and announced:

"I'm home"