Harry was quite annoyed. He wanted nothing more to do than get to know his family. Even they showed the same need. Yet, these people dragged him to the police station where he had to answer some questions. He had to talk with the superintendent and the lawyer from before. It was quite a surprise to learn that she was Mori's daughter-in-law and a family friend. The wizard hoped that they wouldn't ask too many questions. Still, he wasn't looking forward to it. It felt like it was his fourth year all over again. At least his parents were there. The strange child that he met went back to the neighbour's house, though he wasn't sure why that matter. Was it because of the strange feelings that the little boy gave off? Harry may be bad at Divination, but he wasn't an idiot.

Not after all these years.

Harry kept his temper in check as they led him to a quiet small sized room. It looked like the police used this room for interrogation sessions. That was, if the lack of objects aside from a few chairs, a table and a wall sized mirror said anything about it. Even though the room was small, it managed to fit three people in with enough room to spare. The only people that were in the room were Harry, the lawyer and the inspector from before. The other three didn't enter and were in another room that had the same mirror. From a quick glimpse, he knew that they could view him but he couldn't do the same.

If anyone asked him, Harry was almost happy that there weren't more people in the room with him and the other two. If any more people came, then he would have a hard time concentrating. He had a good control over his claustrophobia. Yet, under certain circumstances his control could break. With a deep inhale through the nose, he had to remind himself that this wasn't his childhood bedroom. As long as it wasn't the cupboard under the stairs, he didn't mind the size of the room.

Being polite, he allowed the lady to sit first before he grabbed one of the seats. He kept a neutral face, as best as he could. He tried not to show his exhaustion from the emotional reunion and his eagerness to be with his parents. He didn't know what these people would do if he showed them his feelings. At least they allowed Hedwig to stay with him for the interrogation. Though, it may have something to do with the look of threat that he sent them. It was either that, or it was his first friend's glare that did the trick. Anyway, she stayed and he was happy about that, at least.

To break off the ice, the strangers took turns to introduce themselves to Harry. They wished to interrogate him first before they would answer any of his questions. It was simple enough, so the teenager didn't object. The lady, Eri, started off with the basic questions first.

"What's your current name?"

"I'm not too sure how it is in Japanese order, but in the English order it's Harry James Potter."

Harry's emerald eyes watched as she wrote his answer down on a piece of paper. It was in complete Japanese, so he couldn't tell what type of paper it was. He could only guess that it was something legal.

"How old are you and what day do you celebrate your birthday?"

"I'm going to be 15 this July 31st."

"Who adopted you?"

"Potter Lily and James"

"What are their occupations?"

"My father was a… police officer. But I'm not sure what my mother's was." The two adults sent him confused mixed realized looks. He explained with softness. "They died when I was a little over a year old."

"How did they die?"

The inspector asked next with an interested look. Harry took a few moments to try and relate Voldemort's occupation with something Muggle. While he did that, he was almost amused how the adults didn't push him to answer straight away. It was nice, in comparison to the Wizarding World. The wizards and witches didn't like to wait for anything, no matter how sensitive the topic was. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley were the prime examples. It was either that, or they didn't want to hear an answer. Fudge was the prime example of that. Finally, Harry managed to remember something. He answered:

"They died by protecting me from a terrorist. This scar is the only thing that he gave me."

Terrorist may have been a too extreme of an example, because the inspector and lawyer looked between shocked and horrified. The lady asked of him:

"What do you mean a terrorist? Do you know where he is now?"

"No. I didn't even know about him until I went to my parents' boarding school." He pushed down his anger in remembrance of what he was told for most of his life by the Dursley's. "I was told by my guardians for most of my life that they were no good drunks that died in a car accident."

Eri pushed her glasses up her nose, her eyes appeared a bit sharper than before. The inspector, Megure, looked even more serious than before, if that was possible. This made Harry pause in wonder if he should not have mentioned that last part. Hedwig on his shoulder nibbled on the tip of his ear in reassurance that everything would be alright. It made the teenager relax. He raised a hand to stroke her white feathers. It didn't matter now. It was out and he would deal with the consequences.

"Who are your guardians right now?"

Megure asked next.

"Dursley Petunia and Vernon"

"Do they know that you're here?"

"No…" Harry started while he studied the two adults. "They think that I'm at a friend's."

"Aren't they checking on you to see how you are?"

"No"

The man hummed in a deep thoughtful voice as he stroked his chin. His look of suspicion was matched with Eri's. The two turned back to the wizard to continue the interrogation. Though, what they said next wasn't something that he expected.

"We would like to have their address."

Harry's body stiffened at the undertone order. He stared at them with great caution as he picked his words with carefulness.

"Why do you need their address?"

"Potter-san, there's a lot of legal steps that will need to be taken so that your guardianship can be transferred to the Kudo's. We would also need to take a look at your home life and its conditions."

Eri explained to him in a simple way, but not with a tone that suggested she did so because he was dumb or anything. It was quite different from the explanations that certain professors and a best friend did for him when he asked questions. At least she didn't role her eyes at him, which was a bonus. But the latter reason made him frown. He tried to assure them:

"I'll give you the address, but you don't need to look at the conditions. I would rather that the transfer would be as quick as possible."

Yet they didn't look convinced. If it was possible, it appeared that he motivated them to go on with their plans more so than a second ago. They gave Harry a pen and pointed on the paper where to write it. But he hesitated to write down the address. Hedwig knew that hesitation a little too well. She flew onto the desk and nibbled onto one of his fingers in a harsh manner. It got a yelp out of him and he glared at her. The owl hooted at him with a command and pointed with a claw to the paper. Harry didn't care that he looked crazy when he tried to convince her that it was a bad idea.

"Hedwig, I don't think that this is a good idea-"

Hoot

"Hedwig-"

Hoot!

"But-"

Hoot! Hoot! Another harsh nibble.

"Ugh, fine!" He wrote the address in English along with the names. He tried not to pout while he muttered underneath his breath in half heartiness. "There, are you bloody happy now? If this turns ugly, it'll be on your head."

With a satisfied hoot, Hedwig flew back to land onto his shoulder. Harry pushed the paper and pen back to the lawyer, who looked at him in confusion along with the inspector. The wizard ignored them and waited for the next set of questions. They brought up his parents again.

"How did the Potters find you?"

Harry didn't answer it right away. He thought back to his visit to Gringotts Wizarding Bank. The Potters left a will, but that was about it. They had not expected to die, so they didn't leave anything else. It was rather careless of them, the young wizard thought. He loved them, of course, but they were still careless with what they did with this information. Now, the only people that had any sort of information about this topic were his headmaster and godfather. He told the two adults what they told him.

"I don't really know. They never left any letter explaining anything."

"So how do you know about being adopted?"

"The only people that seemed to have noticed that something was off were my headmaster and a friend of my parents." He lied a tad in the end. He couldn't say his godfather. They would start to ask questions about that. So he had to switch it to a friend, which was true. "He told me that he hasn't seen them for almost a year, before they showed up with me. But their friend has seen them more often. They told me that my adoptive mother didn't appear pregnant at all."

"But that doesn't explain how you found out you were adopted. Some women when pregnant don't appear as so."

Eri explained to the teenager in front of her. He nodded in understanding, but continued on with his story. It was a good thing that he, the headmaster and Mori-san talked about this and came up with a story.

"When we became suspicious I was sent to a hospital for a parenting test. I found out that the Potters aren't my parents. It took a while to find out who my birth parents were. They were the Kudo's. When I found out I came here to meet them."

"Then you wouldn't mind if we do the same test?"

Harry shook his head and relaxed a bit. It appeared that the session was over, for now.

-ooOOoo-

On the other side of the mirror, Yukiko had a look of recognition in her eyes. They widened and it took a lot of self will to not gasp. She could not believe that her baby boy was the Harry Potter. Even though she was a squib and didn't get the magical training, she stayed in touch with the Wizarding World. She kept a hold on her family's many vaults since her father's death and read the newspaper as often as possible. She has told her husband about her magical background after they married. Her father forbade her from saying anything beforehand. After he found out, Yusaku read some books and a bit of the newspaper, but left the magical knowledge to his wife. She was the professional out of the two of them, so he was comfortable to leave everything to her. Of course, as a loving husband, he helped her when she needed it. Yet it wasn't much as he was a Muggle, so his status in the magical world was lower than that of hers. Her older son wasn't any better, because he didn't know anything about the magical world.

Yukiko listened to the conversation between her husband and Kogoro. Neither showed any recognition or reaction to the name. No, they talked about the answers the teenager gave. She made a mental note to fill her husband in later, when they'd return home with their son. They would need to do it either before or after they revealed Shinichi of a world that he never knew existed. She watched in silence as a nurse came in and took some of her son's blood. Her heart broke as she glazed over the worn up teenage form. All she wanted to do was to hold him and never let go and keep him away from danger. But there were a few problems. One was that, from the way Harry reacted to her hugging him, she wasn't sure that he would appreciate any sort of touch. The second was that she couldn't protect him, as there were many British wizards and witches after him. One of which was Voldemort. Yes, she wasn't a skeptic but neither was she a complete believer. One didn't marry an author who wrote mysteries and was a detective as a sideline and not learn anything. No, they'd need to talk about it later.

Yukiko paused and backtracked on her thoughts. Something wasn't right. The brown headed mother frowned as she dissected her thoughts and looked once again at her son. She noticed how he thrust his left arm forward and hid his right arm from the nurse's view. The nurse didn't notice it and focused on their job. Her blue eyes looked over at the other inhabitants of the interrogation room. Her friend, Eri's, eyes narrowed a bit and wrote down something on the papers. The inspector didn't show much of a reaction, so she couldn't tell what he thought.

She listened once more on the conversation beside her. It turned to a different, and unpleasant, topic. It was one that made her pause in realization.

"He appears abused."

Her husband, Yusaku, proclaimed in an unpleasant tone. The tone wasn't that of his detective or calm and laid back self. No, this one was harsh and held back a lot of anger. It matched the feeling that started to boil inside Yukiko as she realized that he was right. Everything made sense! Why else would he hide his arm and appear smaller than what he looked? It would also explain the responds in regards to the British family. Beside him, Kogoro nodded in agreement. He voiced in responds:

"This is going to get messy. We can't do much aside from alerting the British authorities, but I don't know how much it'll help. And if the public finds out, your family will be swarmed with the press for months."

Yukiko bit her bottom lip as she thought about it. He was right. It was one of the rare times that she wished that neither she nor Yusaku were famous. The only other times were when Shinichi was born and after her youngest was kidnapped. The press didn't leave them for weeks, and even then brought the topics up every now and then. She could only imagine that for Harry it would be worse, as it might alert the magical community back in Britain. She broke into their conversation:

"Then we'll have to do it as quiet and fast as possible."

The two men looked at her in confusion at the statement.

"But how? You two are rather famous."

Kogoro asked of his friend. Yukiko's smile turned mischievous and almost predatory.

"Leave that to us."

Yusaku looked at his wife and, as if he read her mind, smirked. But the smirk almost disappeared as fast as it appeared a moment later. If this was true, which it was most likely was, then that meant that the small Kudo family would have a lot of work to do. He had seen abused victims in past cases. At some points he wrote about them in past books, so that he brought something new to his writing. But this was his youngest son. How he would react to them figuring it out was up in the air. Not only that, but how Shinichi would react was even more of a mystery.

They'd need to be prepared for anything.

But first, they needed to set a room up for him. Yusaku turned to his wife. He asked of her:

"Yukiko, can you head back to our home and set up a bedroom for Tamotsu? As soon as we're done, we'll head back to the manor."

His wife nodded in understanding. Her eyes lightened up at the thought of her youngest returning home. The couple kiss briefly and with a quick goodbye to both men she left. Not even a minute later, Yusaku's phone dinged to inform him that he had a text. The man looked at it for a brief moment before he tucked it away. He nodded in satisfaction.

To: Yu-chan!

Topic: Shin-chan

I'll inform Shin-chan of what's going on. I'll also introduce him to the magical world. Take your time and make sure to get Tam-chan something to eat. He looks way too thin. I'll cook us some dinner for when you two get back.

Love you 3

Today was indeed an interesting day, Yusaku decided. He could only hope that everything would end well.