One morning when the team was having breakfast they heard a strange tapping on the window.

Leone went over to the window to open it and an owl flew in and landed on the table.

"Hey what's the big idea?!" Mein yelled as the owl walked over her breakfast. Upon seeing the prints the owl was making with its feet Su went into cleaning mode and began to wipe down the surface where the owl had tracked Mein's breakfast.

"All clean," Su stated in his usual manner.

The owl stopped when it spotted Harry and dropped a letter in front of him. Harry saw that it was sealed with a crest of a lion, serpent, badger, and raven. Not recognizing the seal he showed it to Ran.

"Hmm. Curious," Ran stated. "I don't recognize this seal."

"Wow looks like you're stumped for once in your life huh?" Leone teased.

Harry decided to open the letter and read whatever was inside of it. After he read its contents he couldn't help but laugh a little. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"What's it say?" Tatsumi asked.

"It says that I've been accepted to a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry called Hogwarts," Harry read off.

Upon hearing the name Leone couldn't help but laugh. "Hogwarts?! Yeah it's a prank alright. No way there's an actual place named after a rash on a pigs ass!"

"If it is a prank then it's awfully detailed," Lubbock spoke up.

"What do you mean?" Tatsumi asked again.

"Well for one the seal is completely unique and would take time to get one custom made, secondly this is written on parchment, like old style parchment, and thirdly look at the envelope. Notice anything?"

Akame scanned the envelope looking for anything strange, and that's when she saw it.

"The address."

"What's wrong with the address?" Wave asked.

"It states his exact location as well as his room in location inside the palace," Kurome pointed out.

Everyone looked the envelope over again and saw that Kurome was indeed correct.

"If this were just a prank why include where he sleeps? That's just creepy," Tatsumi said.

"You're right Tatsumi," Esdeath said. "It's clear that none of us sent this letter as a joke, so whoever did knew exactly where Harry sleeps. They've been watching him."

"But how could someone be spying on him? We have the best security to keep out evildoers," Seryu pointed out.

"The thought is disturbing," Esdeath said. "Perhaps the best course of action would be to send a reply to this Minerva McGonagall. We can say that we wish to meet with her about questions we have regarding this school. If she agrees to a visit we can hold her here for… questioning."

"Not a bad plan," Najenda commented. "If we're all in agreement to talk with this Deputy Headmistress then Harry should send a reply."

Harry began writing his reply with Akame and Tatsumi reading it over before giving the reply to the owl. "Guess the only thing we can do now is wait," Tatsumi said.

Akame nodded. "Indeed. There is no telling when we will receive another letter."

"I just hope we get answers soon, I mean magic can't be real. Can it?" said Tatsumi.

"It wouldn't surprise me if it was," Najenda said.

"Huh? What do you mean boss?" asked Tatsumi.

"Look at any Imperial Arms, each possesses a unique ability that trumps any modern weapon. Something as strong as that cannot be easily explained through science. Perhaps the first Emperor used magic to forge Imperial Arms."

"Whoa I never thought of that," Tatsumi confessed.

"Of course you wouldn't, I mean you are a noob," teased Mein.

Before Tatsumi could respond Chelsea cut in. "And I suppose you thought of it? Looks like your mind is as large as your chest."

"AGGH! I hate you!" Mein yelled as Chelsea helped herself to another sucker.

The team did not need to wait long for a reply as the owl appeared again the next morning. This time the letter said that a representative from the school would be arriving later on in the day.

Harry could feel the tension in the air. While it wasn't the same as killing intent he could still feel the anticipation that everyone was feeling, despite everyone acting as it were a normal day.

It wasn't until dinner that a guard rushed into the meeting room informing them that a strangely dressed woman was outside the palace requesting to meet with them.

"Send her in," Esdeath commanded. The guard bowed and disappeared for a few moments before showing up again. This time he brought an elderly woman with her hair in a tight bun wearing emerald colored robes. Her aura showed that she was a strict woman.

"Hello my name is Professor McGonagall, I am Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Ah yes please come have a seat," Najenda said with a motion towards the table.

McGonagall looked shocked to see a woman with an eye patch and mechanical arm, but she hid it well.

"Thank you Miss…"

"Najenda. And these are my comrades, General Esdeath, Lubbock, Ran, Mein, Seryu, Chelsea, Bols, Leone, Wave, Kurome, Tatsumi, and Akame," Najenda indicated towards each of them.

McGonagall realized that Akame matched the description of the woman who killed Harry Potter's uncle. She even had the sword next to her.

"Well it is nice to meet all of you," McGonagall said a bit warily, "Is Mister Potter here by any chance?"

"Here I am," a voice said as a boy entered the room. McGonagall knew straight away that this was Harry Potter.

The boy looked just like James, he had the same messy black hair, with the round glasses. The only thing that was different were his eyes. Those were Lily's.

McGonagall was a bit startled to see Harry sit next to Akame, the one who killed his uncle without a second thought.

"Well it is good to finally meet you Mister Potter you look very much like your father, except for your eyes those are your mothers."

"You knew my parents?" Harry asked a bit on guard.

"Yes I did," McGonagall answered. "They were two of my favorite students. I was devastated at their loss."

"So you knew his parents and were sad at their passing yes?" Esdeath questioned.

"Well of course."

"Then why if you care so much was he placed in an abusive home?"

"What do you mean? Are you referring to his relatives? I had assurances that they would treat him as one of their own. The Headmaster assured me-"

"Well I'm afraid that none of that is true," Najenda cut in. "I have a report from Akame that she witnessed his uncle beating him. Upon further investigation it was revealed that his aunt knew about this and refused to act in any way. She is currently spending forty years to life in prison, and their son is now in an orphanage."

McGonagall paled at the revelation. "I knew that putting him there was a mistake. I followed them around all day, I told Albus not to leave him there," McGonagall spoke more to herself then the others.

"Um pardon me," Wave said, "But who's this Albus and why did he have any say over where Harry went?"

"Albus Dumbledore is the Headmaster at Hogwarts after Harry's parents were killed Professor Dumbledore placed Harry with his last living relatives."

"Hold on," Harry said. "My aunt told me my parents died in a crash, not killed."

McGonagall sighed. "Petunia was always jealous of her sister. Well Mister Potter your parents did not die in any accident, they died protecting you from a dark wizard."

"That's sad and everything, but it still doesn't answer why this Dumbledore placed Harry with his relatives," Kurome added.

"Professor Dumbledore believed that since they were his last living relatives that they would treat him as one of their own, and would be protected from any danger."

"I bet danger from within never came to mind," Chelsea rolled her eyes.

"Professor what did you mean by protect me from danger?" Harry asked.

"Well Mister Potter I may not be the best person to explain this to you-"

"Well you're the only one we got so lay it on us," Lubbock said.

"To put it bluntly Mister Potter you're famous," McGonagall said. "In the magical world at least."

"Famous? I can't be," Harry said. "Even if I was why would I need protection at the Dursleys?"

"You see you were famous the day your parents were killed on Halloween. You know Who came to your parents cottage-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt Professor but I don't know who," Harry admitted.

"You Know Who is a name given to the dark wizard who killed your parents since most people are afraid to say his name," McGonagall answered.

"Are you most people Professor?" Harry asked.

McGonagall allowed a small trace of a smile to fall upon her thin pressed lips, "His name was Voldemort. Now he came to your parents cottage to kill you as an infant. Your parents tried to fight him off but he killed them. However when he tried he could not kill you. You were the only one to survive an attack from him, and you became known in the magical world as The Boy Who Lived."

Harry had been with the people of Night Raid and the Jaegers long enough to spot holes in a story and he wasn't the only one. Looking around he saw that everyone basically had the same thought: This doesn't make sense.

"I'm sorry Professor but that story doesn't seem all that believable to me," Harry confessed.

McGonagall looked surprised. "What part does not make sense?"

"Well for one why would this Voldemort target a baby anyways?" Harry asked.

"Truthfully Mister Potter I do not know. But your parents were two of his biggest challengers, and he never took well to those who opposed him."

"Ok but how did Voldemort know where his parents were? I mean they must have been in hiding if they had a kid?" Tatsumi asked.

"You are correct to assume so, however they were betrayed by their close friend Sirius Black, who told Voldemort where they were hiding."

"So what happened to Voldemort after he couldn't kill Harry?" questioned Leone.

"Many believe him to be dead, but Albus suspects that he is still alive out there waiting to return."

"Who blabbed?" Mein asked.

"I don't know what you mean dear," McGonagall answered.

"I mean if both his parents were killed and there was nobody else around when it happened then how does anyone know this story is true? Also if it were then it would paint a target on his head for a revenge kill."

"Well Mister Potter's scar is proof that a dark curse was cast at him, but failed. And Albus assumed that's what happened."

"Scar?" Harry questioned.

"Yes Mister Potter you have a lightning bolt scar on your forehead correct?"

"Well I did but it faded," Harry stated. At this statement McGonagall looked flabbergasted.

"B-but how? Albus himself said there was nothing he could do to get rid of it."

"I'm not too sure about it myself Professor, but I know that I feel loads better now that it's gone. I feel more myself." Harry lifted his bangs to show McGonagall his forehead, and sure enough there was no scar.

"I noticed that you refer to the magical community as its own world," Najenda pointed out. "Are saying that in you mean it is another dimension of its own?"

"Well no miss, you see the magical world is hidden from muggles or non magical persons," McGonagall answered. "It is forbidden for a wizard to expose magic to a muggle unless they are related or a legal guardian of a child."

"And what happens if someone does expose magic?" Esdeath asked.

"Well the wizard would have his wand snapped, and be sent to Azkaban prison for a certain amount of time, and the muggle would have to their memory altered."

Harry saw that everyone looked like they thought this was stupid. Imperial Arms had almost magic like abilities and people knew about them and still had their memory intact.

Esdeath spoke again, "If you wouldn't mind could you show us a spell? I'm sure we're all curious to see just what a magic can do."

McGonagall took out a stick from her robe and pointed it at her cup. She gave the stick a wave and where there was a cup, now stood a sparrow.

McGonagall saw that not many looked impressed. "Well this is not usually the reaction I get when showing muggles a spell for the first time."

"Well in our line of work we see some pretty crazy stuff," Wave responded.

"Perhaps a demonstration of our own," Esdeath said as she put her hand on the table and made a replica of the sparrow out of ice.

McGonagall's eyes nearly popped out of her sockets. "Goodness. My dear I had no idea you were magical, or able to do wandless magic at that." McGonagall was even more surprised when Esdeath began to laugh.

"I am not magical, that was merely the power of my Imperial Arms."

"Imperial- I'm sorry I do not know what you speak of."

"Imperial Arms are weapons with great capabilities," Ran answered. "They were created with powers so great that they would ensure the Empire would remain standing."

"I see," McGonagall said hastily. "And this is common knowledge among muggles?"

"Well yeah basically everyone knows about Imperial Arms," Leone added.

"We're getting a bit off topic," Ran spoke up. "We should focus on Harry and what he thinks."

Harry felt everyone staring at him. It didn't bother him as it would most kids. He knew everyone, minus Professor McGonagall, for a year now to know that they were supportive of each other, and would respect his choice.

"This is pretty sudden," Harry had to admit. "And you say I'm famous in the Magical World?" McGonagall nodded her head. "I'm not too keen on the idea I'm famous for something I don't even remember doing. I don't want to be treated special because of that, I want to have to earn that respect for myself."

Harry saw that everyone, including McGonagall, were proud of what he had to say. "Well that is admirable of you Mister Potter," stated McGonagall. "And know that if you do choose to attend I shall treat you like I do any other student. However I can only speak for myself, some of the student body will undoubtly view you only as a celebrity."

Tatsumi saw that Harry looked uncomfortable with that thought. It wouldn't be right to send him to a place where people would only see what they wanted, and not the boy that Harry actually was.

"Excuse me Professor McGonagall," Tatsumi said, "what would happen if Harry didn't attend?"

"Well I imagine that it would cause quite an uproar. You see Hogwarts students start schooling at age eleven, and it is common belief that Mister Potter will be starting school at Hogwarts. For the boy who defeated Voldemort not to attend would look bad on our society as a whole," explained McGonagall.

"Okay, how about this? If Harry wants he can go to Hogwarts to get a feel of what he can learn. If he doesn't like it or feels too out of place he can pull out after the first year. That way Harry can get a control of his magic, and your society won't lose its head," Tatsumi explained.

"Yeah that sounds like it could work," Wake backed him up.

"Good thinking buddy," Lubbock said with a thumbs up.

"Guess you can you your brain for something," Mein said.

"I suppose that would be possible," McGonagall pondered. "I'm not sure how well it would go over in the magical community if Mister Potter were to withdraw from Hogwarts… but the choice to attend or leave is up to him."

"I like Tatsumi's idea," Harry answered. "I want to know more about magic, and if I get too overwhelmed I can pull out."

"Are you sure Harry?" Lubbock asked. "I mean remember what I taught you: pulling out is never any fun."

Lubbock's remark earned him a hit on the head from all the women in the room, and his head was covered in tomato sized bumps.

"Well it seems you have made up your mind Mister Potter," McGonagall said standing up from her chair. "The entrance to Diagon Alley can be found in a pub." She told them the pubs name and if they had any trouble just to ask the barman.

"Thank you for meeting with us Professor," Najenda said. "Susannoo can escort you out."

Before McGonagall could ask who that was, a tall man who had been standing in one of the corners came forward, McGonagall was startled to see that he had dark blue hair as well as two horns.

"Right this way," Su addressed the Professor in his usual manner. Getting over her initial shock McGonagall nodded as Su led her to the door she entered, turned the corner, and led her to the outside of the palace.

After McGonagall had left it was decided that tomorrow Akame, Tatsumi, Lubbock, Kurome, Wave, and Bols would accompany Harry to this Diagon Alley to gather his supplies for his trip to Hogwarts.