Harry Potter and the Heaven's Feel
Chapter 1
Author's Notes: Wow, already a good answer to the story! It's very encouraging! Thank you for putting your faith in me. For this fic, I'll likely do a few chapters with Harry as a child before putting him in his teens. He will go to Hogwarts, obviously, since if he wants to have the same tools that Clow had during his life, he needs to learn both Western and Eastern magic. Yūko can cover the Eastern bit, but Hogwarts is really one of the premier magical schools in Europe. You can also expect this Harry to have a backbone made of steel and to not be afraid of butting heads with his teachers if they push him too far.
I will also use many different versions of the Arthurian legends, some Quest for Camelot and the tales of the Celtic pantheon. It's fitting, since most of the action will be in the U.K. Ah, the island of Avalon really exist here, but the passage is locked until someone awaken Camelot again as stated during the prologue. But entering Camelot is not easy, since Hogwarts act like its guardian and chose who can and who can't enter King Arthur's keep. Now, let's get this show on the road.
Addendum: It seems I forgot to add the TYPE-MOON style magic in my division of Western and Eastern magical styles. I give a big thanks to Alucarddarckness for his long and thorough review, even if I can't access it fully at the moment, what with the current bug in our most beloved web site that prevent the authors the full access to the reviews the readers wrote. So to remedy to that oversight, I'm adding right here and right now the fact that Wizards and Magi are two different types of spell casters but can learn magic from other spell casters' types like in Sacred Magic; Wizards and Dragons.
Magi and Wizards also try their damned best to stay out of each other's ways and when one Law agency (Aurors, Hit Wizards and Enforcers) catch a criminal originating from the "other side" so to speak, they are quick to boot said criminal to his respective Faction for correct handling. Magi are like the scientists of the Magical World and each established family have their own style, no matter if said style is closer to the Harry Potter style magic or the Clamp style magic.
Also, if a magical person is to learn both wand magic and circuits' magic, they have to start while they are children, before their circuits atrophy nearing their full maturity because of a lack of use and the patterns created by the use of wand magic in the magical human's body became permanent around seventeen or eighteen years old. The International Statute of Secrecy is an International Law that is enforced by every magical community on the globe, no matter what type of spell caster they are composed of. The manners and the levels of how the Statute is enforced are left to the individual countries' magical government's discretion.
I also borrowed the Magic Circle transportation from High School DxD and officially categorize it as an Eastern style magic. Western Wards are usually not designed to stop the Magic Circle transportation, while Eastern Wards will take in account Apparition and block it if they are programmed to do it since anybody magical can do it, the Wards in question will have to be specially designed to stop in and out bound Portkeys since it was a Westerner's invention.
Last Edit: May 20, 2017.
Yūko's magic circle deposited her just as the base of the steps leading inside the lobby of the white marble tall building that was Gringotts, bypassing the need to pass through the Leaky Cauldron. The Goblin run bank never really closed down, what with some customers who couldn't really do business during the day, like vampires and other night faring people, like hags or Enforcers agents from the Mage's Association. The tellers were fewer in numbers during the night shift though.
After having taken care of tying her kimono adequately and conjuring underwear before entering the bank and with Clow's spirit already inside little Harry's mindscape, getting ready to expel Voldemort's soul fragment, she walked toward a free teller and waited to be acknowledged. It took a moment, but when the teller was done checking the quality of various precious gems he was working with, he barked in English
"Please, state your name and the reason of your visit."
Yūko answered in perfect if slightly accented English
"Ichihara Yūko, cleansing a magical child of a dark taint, filing a complaint against someone for the mishandling of a magical orphan and also application for an adoption."
The teller did a double take at the accent and the name. The space-time sorceress was a rather well known figure in certain circles. The Gringott clan had never done business with her, but their allies in the Japanese Branches did. He looked at the woman and his senses could tell him that she was not lying. She was indeed the Space-Time Witch and she had a human toddler in her arms. But the procedure must be observed no matter what and he was a professional, so he asked next
"Key, please or would you prefer to use blood identification?"
The young looking woman never left her home without her Gringotts key just in case, so it was easy for her to get it from an inner pocket that was in fact linked to a sub dimensional space where she kept her most precious possessions. Once she offered it to the Goblin, he examined the key intensively and probed it a few times with his sharp nails like claws. Once satisfied, he gave it back to his customer and she put it away as easily as she retrieved it in the first place.
Hopping from his seat, the Teller put a sign that told people to go to the next Teller available on his work station counter and then guided the Japanese witch toward the Manager on duty's office. Adoptions matters were above his pay grade and not a part of his appointed duties, so he took it towards the most senior ranked Goblin available. The teller guided her and the sleeping toddler in her arms in a veritable labyrinth of corridors until he was in front of a polished dark wooden door with a plate on it which read "Ragnok".
The Teller knocked exactly three times and waited for an answer. Once the answer to enter was given, the Teller entered first and started a short conversation in the Goblin tongue with his superior. Ragnok, who was the night shift Manager on duty, answered in the same tongue and one minute later, the younger Goblin left the woman and child alone with his superior by vacating the office to return to his work station.
Yūko entered the office and closed the door behind her but waited upright to be invited to sit down, as it was the polite thing to do. While she was by no means an expert in Goblin-Human relationships, she had the good sense to know that it would be a pretty stupid move to disrespect and insult the beings that looked after the Magical World's economy. She only had to wait two minutes before Ragnok said with a gravelly voice
"You can sit. Then you can explain why you need to rent one of our Ritual rooms, why do you desire to file a complaint through Gringotts and why you need the Goblin Nation's help to secure an adoption of a magical child, Miss Ichihara."
The witch did as she was told, making sure to keep the boy who would most likely become her adopted son if things went as planned, comfortable in her arms. It was times like this that she was silently thanking Clow's mistake in freezing her body in her prime. She was still fit as a young woman in her twenties despite her long centuries of life. When she was comfortably sat as much as possible on a straight back wooden chair, she started to weave her tale as to who was exactly her future charge, to whom exactly he was the descendant of and where they found him.
Clow Reed's discovery of the soul shard was also explained, most likely Voldemort's, behind Harry's rune-scar and of course, Albus Dumbledore's mistakes and foolish decisions, including the forging of Blood Wards on the home of a mundane family. While Blood magic was not exactly illegal per see, it was a decidedly grey area and rather frowned upon in the U.K when not used by the Goblin Nation or for Family Magic. Seriously, leaving a child on a doorstep in November at night! Even the most ardent human-hater among the Goblin clans would never do that to a child, warming charms or not! It was a very irresponsible thing to do.
Once the tale came to an end, Ragnok stayed quiet. It was a lot to take in, but that woman in front of him was renowned for her honesty, so he believed her. Also Ragnok was very good at detecting liars. Yes, she could be really cryptic when the mood took her, but she almost never lied and when she did, it was by omission. By the Gods, the great Sorcerer Clow Reed was still active as a spirit! Almost unbelievable!
But by the Morrigan, what a mess! The Potter boy was already hailed as the Boy-Who-Lived, but with the Ministry still in disarray and busy rounding up the Dark Idiot's Minions and the population celebrating the Dark Lord's defeat, Dumbledore most likely decided it was better to ask forgiveness than permission and took things in his own hands before a less pleasant arrangement could be made official. The good thing in all that mess though, was that nothing was done on the legal level concerning the Potter heir, yet.
So, they could get the ball rolling in her direction, to quote a Human expression. What with the Potter family always using many of Gringotts' services and being favoured customers for generations, Ragnok felt he could go the extra Mile for the lad without overstepping his authority too much. The Ministry would also always favour Magical relatives over Muggle ones, but with James being an only child and the previous Lord and Lady Potter dead for years at the hand of Voldemort himself, young Harry's only magical relatives would be through the Black family.
Few really knew this, but originally Dorea Potter was a member of the Black family. With the sombre reputation of House Black, it would be easy to spin Yūko's adoption as a neutral party raising the boy to be a productive member of society and to avoid favouritism towards one Faction or another. Yes, it could work. It also greatly helped that the Far Eastern Witch was not at all adverse to grease the System with enough Galleons to nudge the poor overworked Ministry Officials into making a decision in her favour.
Hours later, with the dawn now rising, everything were now in order. The Potter's Will and Testament had been executed before the public Will reading that would be soon scheduled; a highly efficient team of Goblin mercenaries was discreetly hired to bring back Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, alive and relatively unharmed to stand trial, a letter for Sirius Black and one for Remus Lupin detailing what happened to Harry and her address and also the best method to find them was left into Gringotts' possession and would be given to the Black Heir once he was exonerated.
The one for Lupin would be forwarded by owl in a few hours. Ragnok and Yūko were pretty sure that the traitor was Peter Pettigrew, what with the clause in the Potters' Will that bequeathed thirty pieces of silver to Peter in case of their demise, but a private trial under truth serum would clear things up without any doubt... Sodium thiopental made such a good additive to Veritaserum! It was so good; It was to the point of cutting the weaknesses in the current formula. But in counterpart, it was adding to the roughness of the original formula on the human body.
The law of Equivalent Exchange worked on more things than Alchemy. Many wizards in the U.K made the mistake to underestimate the Muggles' ingenuity and their technology. The Goblins weren't stupid or foolish enough to dismiss things that could facilitate their lives and help to make them more profit. Heck, a specially formed committee was currently in talks with Grunnings for a deal for their diamond tipped drills! There was also another committee debating the pros and cons of using computers in their line of work.
Back to Harry and Yūko, the toddler's rune-scar was no longer bright red, blood crusted and inflamed. The scar that was already so famous was now a thinner white line that would most likely fade completely given enough time. The soul shard had been successfully expelled and contained into another object that would be used by the Bank's best Curse Breakers to track down the other slivers of soul. A Dark Lord was very bad for business, so Gringotts was particularly invested into making sure to do everything in their power to keep Voldemort for returning.
Clow had acted upon his initial plan and took the place of the soul shard inside his descendant to protect him from further spectral intrusions and also to nurture his great magical potential and would be one of his teachers when the time came. Now, Yūko had also legally taken custody of Harry in both Worlds, adopting him as her son, thus making her his legal and magical guardian. She had also made arrangements for the Potters' funerals and the storage of everything inside their Godric's Hollow's home, but she would not attend them.
She had been gone long enough from her home as it is. Planning ahead, she had contacted Maru and Moro to clear a bedroom for little Harry near her own and also contracted a few supernatural Runners in Tokyo to stock on everything a toddler could need. She was beat, she needed some sleep and the spell works put on the boy were bound to disperse sooner or later. Honestly, Yūko was not an expert on Western magic by any stretch. She knew a couple spells, like those housekeeping ones and the friends of all witches around the world to keep their men in line, the Castration curse and its lesser cousin, the bane of the Marauders, the Bits buster hex, but that was it.
So, she called upon her magical transportation circle to whisk them away back to her home once outside of the bank. Damn, she would also have to go shopping for a few nightgowns and a dressing gown also. With a baby in the house, she could no longer walk around in the buff at any hour of the day. Well, she could, until he became old enough to ask questions about it. Oh well, it was worth it, she was now a mother after all. She would have to give him a good example. Once arrived at destination, she smiled in a relieved way. "Home Sweet Home" as the saying went.
Once she cleared the Wards, her "Maids" were there to greet her. Maru and Moro were two artificial beings that kept company to their mistress. Originally, they were an attempt between Clow and her to create themselves children. Since for some reason, they couldn't have any by the regular way. And they had very vigorously tried many many times! Maru and Moro were two energetic small girls, who often spoke in unison and repeated the words of others to see their reactions.
"The Mistress is back! The Mistress is back! And she brought us a little brother! What is his name, Mother?"
Yūko smiled at that. While they were not really her children, she tended to treat Maru and Moro as such at times. They often times alternated by calling her "Mistress" or "Mother". Answering their questions, she then said
"Maru, Moro, I want you to welcome Hadrian James Potter in our little family. He is answering more commonly to Harry though. You will have to practice your English with him in the house now, my dear daughters. At least, until he learn enough Japanese to hold a decent conversation. Have the supplies I ordered through Gringotts arrived yet?"
It was Moro who answered this time
"Yes Mother. We only just finished unpacking everything. Can I say that I am glad to have someone else under our roof Mother? It was nice while it was just us girls, but having a boy here living with us will be something new. A breath of fresh air, he will be. We will have to teach him to put down the toilet seat after he is done though. I don't want to fall in when I go to the bathroom!"
At that, both Maru and Yūko started giggling. It was the start of a new exciting adventure that was bound to have its ups and downs. Entering her home with her new son in her arms and with her daughters following and closing the door behind them, Ichihara Yūko was ready for her new life.
Back in magical Britain, things were still chaotic since the Dark Lord's fall. Dumbledore was silently panicking due to the fact that the Wards he forged on Lily's sacrifice on Petunia's home never activated, it meant that she hadn't taken the boy in like he asked in his letter. While he was more in the know about Muggle Society than many of his peers, he knew only enough to blend in at the first look and to not look foolish while trying to buy something with Pounds sterling or crossing the street. The only monitor that was working was the life stone he created that was telling him that the boy was alive and well.
But where did he vanish to? His discreet inquiries in the Ministry hit a huge stone wall and a veritable shit load of Red Tape that would take years to undo! The only good things that came from his mistake of not making sure that the Dursley woman took the child in was that he was assured that Harry Potter would indeed attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and that the woman who took the boy in was in no way and shape involved into magical Great Britain's politics, she was a foreigner with a remarkable reputation of strict neutrality.
It was rather annoying to only get that much, but it was better than nothing. That would let him focus on administering his school, rather than plotting young Harry's school career. After all, the paperwork won't review and sign itself. On a more negative side though, he had gotten a fine of five hundreds galleons for handling the Potter boy's situation without the proper authorities' approval and for sheer negligence.
He had gotten told that he was a school Headmaster and no matter his reputation, he was not a sanctioned ministry expert with the specialized training needed to work in the Magical Children Welfare Department. While Magical Britain had many flaws, they took great care of their children.
With a great sigh he then said after rubbing the base of his crooked nose to his faithful companion Fawkes the Phoenix, which was currently busy grooming itself
"I'm getting old, my friend. Thinking back on it, I can't believe I was that stupid in leaving young Harry on the doorstep of his Relatives' house without making sure the Dursleys would take him in. Someone else found him and took him in. At least I can be sure that no Dark family will corrupt him or worse, make him disappear."
The mythical bird stopped grooming itself and let out a soothing trill from his beak, appeasing the human it had chosen to bond with. While Fawkes was definitely more intelligent than any regular or magical bird, he was still only a magical animal. A very rare and intelligent one, true, but an animal none the less. It was highly empathic and while it couldn't understand most of the words its bonded companion was using, it could also clearly feel the sorrow and self recrimination.
It was why the bird chose to appease its human. It didn't like to see it sad. When the bonded companion was sad, the phoenix didn't get as many treats as usual, which was a crime against nature itself! It loved plums!
On Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew's side of things, they had both being apprehended by a team of disguised Goblins quite ironically near the Sherwood Forest in Nottingham-shire. Pettigrew had wanted to find the hidden lair of the famous thief Robin Hood to lay low and Black had managed to track him down like a Bloodhound. Now both Wizards had refused to come quietly when asked politely by Goblins standards, so they had been roughed up a bit during their arrest.
Nothing really major or that hard to heal really, a small dislocated join here, a busted lip there and a black eye after a rather tasteless joke with sexual innuendo. Sirius had just learned the hard way that female Goblins were even more temperamental than Human women and even less likely to tolerate his perverted antics even if it was not that "time of the month". *Snickers*
Once both of them were firmly chained into their respective seat in an audience chamber deep beneath the bank, a runner was sent to the Ministry to ask for representatives for the trial of the supposed traitor who betrayed the Potters. If that didn't set a fire under their seats, nothing else will. As a matter of fact, the news did light a fire under the justice arm of the Ministry and several high ranking DMLE employees were sent on the spot, among them a few Aurors to take the guilty into custody once the trial would be over.
Knowing that drawing a wand and doing active magic inside the bank without prior approval was inviting them to be judged and sentenced by Goblin laws, none of the Wizards and Witches present drew them when they saw the two prisoners chained to their chairs. Once everyone was seated, the lead Goblin signalled to the guards to close the doors. Once done, he then spoke from his mahogany desk on a raised carved stone dais
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I am Larchoke. My rank in your tongue would be Head Judge of the Supreme Court of the Nation. We, the Goblin Nation, were rightfully and legally contracted by the Potter's heir's guardian to retrieve the two likely culprits of the Potters' betrayal. The Potter family was a friend of the Nation for generations and one of our best customers. In honor of this friendship, the Nation only charged half the cost necessary to send a highly trained mercenary unit to apprehend the suspects alive and relatively unharmed.
The Nation was also contracted to conduct the trial and the use of our special truth serum has been authorized by the Director of Gringotts London himself, Mr. Gold. As per our Treaty, when the Nation is trialling wizards, we sent for adequate Ministry representatives. The culprit will be given to your care for his sentencing and imprisonment while the innocent shall go free, his criminal record wiped clean. Before we begin the procedures, does someone in the audience have an objection to state?"
When none where raised, the Head Judge took back the parole
"Scribe, take note. Trial of Sirius Orion Black and Peter Matthew Pettigrew, of our Goddess Morrigan given day, Tuesday, November 3rd 1981. Both Wizards are suspected of treason towards the Ministry of Magic for Great Britain and Northern Ireland and belonging to the terrorist organization called Death Eaters, headed by the so called Lord Voldemort. They are also suspected of being indirectly responsible for Lord James and Lady Lily Potter's demise at the hand of the same so called Dark Lord."
At the moniker of the Dark Lord, every Witch and Wizard shivered violently and looked around with an anxious look, no doubt looking for the Death Eaters responding on the Taboo. The Goblins collectively rolled their eyes. Even if he was not vaporized, no Wizard, no matter how powerful they were, could break down so far into the Bank. Not with how much iron there was in the doors and the walls to this level. (Iron is very resistant to magic in general and toxic to Faes)Then Head Judge Larchoke spoke again
"To cut things short and to prevent a miscarriage of justice, we will now dose both accused with our own truth serum, certified by our experts. Guards! Bring on the Healer and the serum!"
The two guards that were standing on each side of a smaller door on the right side of the Audience Room moved to attention. One of them opened the door and from said door came out a female Goblin dressed as a Healer. She was also holding a vial of a pale gray liquid in her hands. To avoid problems, the Healer was escorted by the two Guards armed with battle-axes with a pike on top of the weapon to where both accused were seated. At each one, a Guard would order them to open their mouths. Sirius wisely decided to cooperate and was given three drops by dropper on his tongue.
Peter refused, so a Guard forcefully grabbed his hair and pulled, hard. When Pettigrew opened his mouth to cry out in pain, the Healer used the dropper to also put three drops on his tongue. Once done, the Healer and the Guards returned to their starting point, but the female Goblin didn't leave the Audience Room since she remained in the door frame. After a small waiting period of five minutes just to be sure, the eyes of both accused were glassy and their faces now motionless. Larchoke then stated
"One of the Ministry representatives will be permitted to conduct the interrogation in regard to fairness and impartiality. The others will stay as witnesses only."
The one who was selected was the infamous Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody. Moody had a growling voice and looked as though his face was roughly carved from wood. Due to injuries from his long career as an Auror, it was covered with scars, and a chunk of his nose was missing. He had dark grey, grizzled hair. He also had a wooden leg. His eyes, however, were his most shocking feature: one was small and dark while the other was a vivid, electric blue magical eye that moved around independently from his normal eye, giving him the nickname of "Mad-Eye Moody", or simply "Mad-Eye".
This eye could see through objects, Invisibility cloaks and even the back of his head. You couldn't ask for a more impartial person than him. Without embarrassing himself with the niceties, he asked Sirius directly
"State your name and your date of birth."
Sirius' answered in a monotone voice
"Sirius Orion Black, November 3rd 1959."
"Which House were you sorted at Hogwarts?"
"Gryffindor."
"Are you or have you ever been a Death Eater or a supporter of Voldemort?"
"No, never."
"Did you betray the Potters to Lord Voldemort?"
"No!"
The fact that even dosed with what could be super veritaserum and that he managed to express a strong emotion was very convincing. But Alastor had to get rid of any doubts. This then leaded to the next question.
"Were you the Potters' Secret Keeper?"
"No."
"Who was the Secret Keeper?"
"Peter Pettigrew."
"Who cast the Fidelius charm on the Potters' Cottage?"
"Lily Evans Potter."
Alastor had no more questions for Sirius. The lad was clearly innocent. This means that Pettigrew was the culprit by default. But the procedures had to be observed. Once Sirius was freed and given the antidote, he was ordered to join the Ministry's representatives in the audience. Alastor limped towards Pettigrew and started the interrogation again.
"State your name and your date of birth."
"Peter Matthew Pettigrew, March 8th 1960."
"Which House were you sorted at Hogwarts?"
"Gryffindor."
"Are you or have you ever been a Death Eater or a supporter of Voldemort?"
"Yes."
"Did you betray the Potters to Lord Voldemort?"
"Yes."
"Were you coerced to join the Death Eaters and to take the Dark Mark?"
"No, I joined voluntarily."
"Why did you join?"
"I wanted to be on the winning side."
"Were you the Potters' Secret Keeper?"
"Yes."
"Were you coerced into giving the secret to the Dark Lord?"
"No."
The interrogation continued on the same tone until the super veritaserum no longer made effect. In the end, Peter was found guilty of high treason towards the Ministry of Magic, multiple counts of murders on the third degree, since while he was partially responsible for the Potters' demise, he didn't do the deed himself and hadn't technically planned to do it.
Also he was somewhat responsible for the deaths of many wizards and witches that fell to the Death Eaters' wands for giving info to Voldemort on the Order of the Phoenix's movements, one count of indirect but voluntary attempted murder since he knew that Voldemort wanted to kill Harry. He was also guilty of belonging to an illegal terrorist organization. And for last, he was also recognized guilty of being an unregistered Animagus. The only thing to decide was if he was bound to be imprisoned for life, if he was to be executed by the Dementor's kiss or by the Veil of Death down in the Department of Mysteries.
But the sentence would be ultimately decided by a duly appointed Wizard Judge who would receive the Goblin Court's transcripts. Peter would still be sent to Azkaban to wait for his sentence in a cell especially enchanted to nullify his Animagus transformation.
Once given clearance to do so, the Aurors were quick to take custody of the snivelling cowardly traitor by snapping him into magic dampening handcuffs. Said traitor, now free of the influence of the super veritaserum, was bawling without any dignity whatsoever and trying to shift his guilt and the blame of his actions on other factors. Receiving his thirty pieces of Silver and being explained what it meant did not improve his disposition at all.
Thus High Judge Larchoke then declared
"I declare this Court adjourned. Now, get that snivelling worm out of my sight before I broke our Treaty by killing a Wizard without just provocation!"
After a bang of his mallet, the Guards opened the doors and helped guide back all the Humans toward the Bank's lobby.
The Aurors were quick to Portkey their prisoner to the docks leading to Azkaban once outside of the Bank, before they could make a scene. While Sirius was glad to have been found innocent, he was not feeling that good. His brother in all but blood was dead, the woman he had come to love as a sister also. A member of his pack had betrayed them and he had let his paranoia push his only remaining pack mate away. Moony must be beside himself. And to add salt on the wounds, Harry had disappeared. He looked at the letter in his hands with apprehension. Who could have taken his Pup away?
It was during his hesitation of opening the letter or not that Remus appeared from the brick wall in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron. The Lycanthrope had received his letter and was heading to the Bank for confirmation. Contrary to the Ministry, he was always well served at Gringotts. They didn't treat him any differently than any other Wizards, which was nice. His reminiscence came to a screeching halt by seeing a moody and pensive Sirius sitting on the stairs leading up to Gringotts' outer doors. Man, it was awkward.
Remus had been about to believe the rumours flying that Sirius had turned back to his roots and betrayed their pack mates, leading them to their deaths. Reading in his letter that there was very strong suspicion that it was Peter instead and now seeing Sirius being broody in public, well the soft spoken Werewolf didn't know what to think. Sure, he wanted to find his Cub but travelling all the way to Japan? Be it by Magical or Muggle means, it wouldn't come cheap!
If both men didn't knew that they and the other were at one hundred per cent heterosexual, the tension between them when they locked gazes could have been mistaken for sexual tension. As it is, both said out loud at the same time
"I'm sorry to have thought you were the spy. /I apologize for doubting your moral fibre."
They stayed silent for a total of one minute, before they crashed into each others' arms with brotherhood like hugs and suspect moist eyes. It was Remus who took hold of himself first and said with incredulity in his voice
"Peter huh…? I would have never imagined that he would betray us, not even in a million years! We were like a big family! By Fenriswulf, Sirius! (Magical Lycanthropes usually pray to the great Norse wolf God Fenriswulf and/or his father, Loki.) He was the only one of us who had the sheer balls to ask Lily to stop using her Bits buster hex on us as a disciplining tool! Why did our friend lead our pack mates to their deaths?"
Sirius was just as much overtaken by the events as is friend. But they had a promise to uphold. Taking hold of himself, he then said
"Remy, shut up and listen to me. I'm in as much disbelief as you are and I hunted down the little bastard to make him pay. We got judged by the Goblins, Remus. The freaking Goblin Nation! The Aurors present for the trial just took the rat away to Azkaban to wait for his sentence. Now, what do you say we get shit faced today and then we sober up tomorrow and the day after? Then we will have to…we will have to… Damn! We will have to get our formal clothes from the back of our closets to attend Lily and James' Funeral. After that, we will track down this Yūko chick who adopted our Prongslet."
And this is exactly what they did in the exact order Sirius had laid out. While the passing of friends was never a thing to enjoy, Remus had exited from the Will reading a way wealthier man than when he entered the Bank that fateful morning. Money did not bring back the dead, but it could help the surviving friends make themselves a better life. Usually, the Ministry handled this sort of things, will readings, inheritances, estates distributions, etc. But for the Potter family; it was a long standing tradition dating from centuries to do the most business possible with Gringotts.
After their affairs were in order, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had to get an intensive crash course on Muggle means of transportation and how to better blend in, since Japan hadn't reopened their borders to Magical travel after a Death Eater's raid went there to practice killing defenceless Muggles. Only to find out the hard way that their Magical Police Force didn't mind getting their hands dirty to protect their Country. Needless to say, Magical Britain and Magical Japan's international relations were rather frosty, since Minister for Magic Millicent Bagnold was too proud to apologize and to admit that her citizens were at fault for the incident.
The severed heads of every Death Eaters to have participated in the failed raid had been sent back to the British Ministry by International Portkey with a letter that was basically telling them to keep their problematic elements home before closing their Borders. Add to the fact that the Mage's Association had a heavy presence in that country for some reason, you could guess why they weren't about to do any favours to a westerner Wizard, thus International Portkey denied. It took a good while longer than planned, but by mid-February, the surviving Marauders where now exploring Tokyo in search of Ichihara Yūko's residence.
For little Harry, life had been weird these last few weeks. It took a long time for him to even start to accept the fact that the strange woman who acted like a mother but wasn't his and the even stranger twin girls with weird hair colours were now his caretakers. He had many night terrors were he would wake up screaming and bawling at night, relieving his mother's murder and the green light of the Killing Curse striking his forehead before bouncing back on the monster that wouldn't go away. The night terrors would be followed by astounding feats of accidental magic.
One morning, Moro found not a toddler in his crib, but a black furred wolf pup with green eyes and a thin white line that took the shape of a lightning bolt on his brow! From that, Yūko deduced that Harry's parents were most likely both Animagi prior to his conception, since she had certainly not given him the Animagus revelation potion and no responsible parents would give that potion to a child! It contained ingredients not at all advisable for young children!
And all her stocks of potions and volatile ingredients were now locked away in Harry-proof cupboards. He kept asking for his mother and father or his uncles "Pa'foo" and "Moo'y". But Yūko, Maru and Moro didn't grow impatient. Time would heal all wounds.
It was slowly getting better, since he was also learning Japanese. Harry could now make sentences with both languages mixed together. Harry's healing process received a big boost when one afternoon, His new Yūko Kaa-san entered the room set apart for his toys and games while he was trying to write a letter to "Preffser Dumb'dor" (Professor Dumbledore) to give back Daddy's ghost sheet because he wanted to scare big sister Maru and big sister Moro with it and also to give back his Uncas since he took them for his Birdie club before the Green Light That Hurt, with two familiar men trailing behind her.
It was a literal heart breaking moment when little Harry launched himself, crying his heart out into the arms of his Godfather and Uncle, whom had both taken a knee to the ground to be nearer his height level
"Pa'foo! Pa'foo! You came! You came! Moo'y! Unca Moo'y! Unca! Where you!? Wolfie time not long like dat last time! Wolfie hurt Unca bad?"
Two grown men were now trying their best to ease a little boy's concerns while fighting their tears. James and Lily's passing had left deep wounds but now they were starting to heal. They just needed time and lots of love.
