Author's notes:

For all intents and purposes, god's of death from Britain are technically called 'Reapers' instead of 'Shinigami' (makes sense, different culture... different language, hence different name). This fic is a continuation of 'Enter the Reaper'.

Disclaimer: Yanagi-sen and I are only borrowing the characters from Yami no Matsuei and Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter books to torment for a while... Don't look for Harry to be appearing at any time in this fanfiction. We claim no ownership over any character that does not belong to us... Itami Korin and Ishida Nanjiro are mine... those I claim and abuse at will.

The Reaper's journey.
Epilogue.

Watari looked at the large white owl sitting on 003's perch. The scientist didn't even WANT to know how a bird made it from England to Japan, much less from Chijou to Meifu. After filling up the food and water dishes for the poor thing that looked like it was about to collapse from exhaustion, the shinigami started to read the letter from Snape. Draco wandered in, carrying a full basket of clean but unfolded laundry. "An owl?" He set the basket down and kneeling beside it, started to fold the garments.

"Hei, I am hoping that it does not die..." he commented while still looking over the letter, understanding only bits and pieces... he needed to use a dictionary to be able to read these. While Snape had no desire to learn Japanese, Watari wanted to learn English, and didn't really have a problem when the potion's master would send a copy of his previous letter back looking as though it had chicken pox from all the corrections done to it.

Draco went over to the owl to check on it. "Well... she probably had a few spells put on her to help her along. A few days rest with enough food and water should see her right."

The shinigami nodded, then frowned when he located his previous letter. It would probably be better if the Professor didn't feel the need to GRADE the letters... F, at least that was better than the F- his first one had received, but not much better. Did the man purchase red ink by the gallon? "He flunked my letter again."

"Are you sure you don't want me to check them before you send them out?"

"That wouldn't be right... If I am going to make a mistake, then I need to learn from it," winking at his partner, Watari picked up on his nephew's name... and smiled. "I think that he wants to know how or why I got one of my nephews into Hogwarts..."

"You sent one of your nephews to Hogwarts? Why!"

"It seemed like a good idea. He has already been kicked out of several schools here because of fighting... at least there, the reason for the fights is not so apparent."

"Why was he fighting?"

Watari shrugged, "his classmates and some teachers would insult and pick on him because of his coloring."

"Oh... that's... that's silly."

"Taka is one fourth gaijin... it is a big problem for him to become one with the group."

"It wouldn't be as much of a problem at Hogwarts. Wizarding Britain is fairly racially mixed. What house did he get sorted into?"

"He is in Slytherin."

Draco grinned proudly. "At least he ended up in the best house."