Chapter Six: Ikeda Morinozuka
The port key dropped Harry outside the wards of Potter Hall and just as he did at the castle, Harry used his blood so the wards would accept him as the new Lord Potter. Potter Hall was not as grand as the castle but it was still impressive. Actually, the hall reminded him of pictures he'd seen of the American White House, except Potter Hall was not white of course, and it had a large dome atop the main building as well as an extra wing that spanned nearly a kilometer which made it actually larger than the American Presidential building. Harry ambled up the long driveway enjoying the countryside as he made his way to the home. As he walked, he passed a herd of stag racing across the property. It made Harry feel oddly connected to his family. His father grew up on this land, this property was the place he called home. Harry wondered if his father had been familiar with the herd and if that was the reason his animagus took the form of a stag. He hadn't even gotten to the building yet and this place felt more home to him than the castle did. Potter Hall was peaceful. Potter Hall was a home instead of a business enterprise.
It was a twenty-minute walk to get to the large circular driveway in front of the house. Since he was the first to arrive, Harry wandered to the back of the property and gasped in shock at the expansive manicured lawn that held a bathing pool spanning at least two acres. Two temple like buildings flanked the end of the pool and he assumed one of them was a pool house. He was very excited to hurry and get the place up and running so he could live there. He entered the main house and sighed at all the spell damage done by vengeful death eaters. Archblade had told him the salvable items had been returned to his family vault. To cheer himself up, he pulled out the blueprints he made with Neville and imagined what the house could be, not it's current state. There was a small pop and May was before him, perfect timing as always as he was beginning to feel maudlin.
"Hey May, thanks for coming." He handed her the stack of invitations she had sent in the mail for him. "Madame Longbottom helped me sort through them. These are the yes's for now. I have a few more I need to ask Ms. Ellis about. Mrs. Longbottom needs to meet with you to schedule etiquette classes for me." May nodded and wrote it down in the planner she always carried. "How's the fan mail coming?"
"There are tons of toys spanning from when you were a baby until now, enough for a toy store."
Harry frowned. "Are there wizarding orphanages?"
"I don't think so, I can check."
"If not, we should start one; use one of the minor properties, like Godric's Hollow, or somewhere with a central location. In any case, we need to get Godric's Hollow back into my hands. The ministry had no right making it into a national landmark without discussing it with a Potter first. Also, we should start a widow and orphan fund."
May was writing in her organizer. "Very well, Master."
"May you aren't trying to do all my mad ramblings yourself are you? You are getting help right?" he asked seriously.
May beamed. "I have two assistants and Dobby as an intern, plus I have the castle staff and staff from your other properties around the world at my disposal if I need help. May is very busy and very happy, Master Harry."
"Good, you tell me the second you're not."
"Yes, Master."
She smiled indulgently and handed him a watch. It was the most awesome watch ever. It had a wide, black leather band, a black face with gold accents showing the numbers and clock dials. The best thing was that you could see all the watch's inner workings and they were in gold.
"This is awesome. So me, where did you get it?"
"I was authorized to use Potter Castle funds for the purchase. The watch will tell time, alert you to where you should be, and what you should be doing as I've uploaded your schedule into the watch. There is also a record feature, if you have thoughts, ideas, requests, and I'm not there, you can record them and I will receive them."
"You're amazing May," Harry gushed putting the watch on his wrist.
She beamed. "The contractor just apparated onto the property and the interior designer, a muggle who knows about the wizarding world because of her sister, has arrived."
Harry nodded and they walked out the front of the house as the interior designer pulled up in a sleek Vauxhall convertible that made Harry wonder if he could he get his driver's license earlier than others since he was a Royal Ward. That title was bound to have perks, right? Or, if not a car license, maybe a motorbike one, that would be really cool. Harry beamed at the thought.
"I want my license May. Check with Mr. Forrest at Mi5 to see if my status as a Royal Ward means I can get my motorbike and automobile license yet."
Beaming, Harry bounced down the stairs and began circling the vehicle.
"Cool. I so want to learn how to drive."
The interior designer chuckled and held out her hand. "Lord Potter, I am Sherry Gardner, your interior designer."
Harry was too busy running his hands over her car to return the handshake.
"Harry, call me Harry."
"Joseph Santori," the contractor said. "The outside of the building is mostly unscathed."
"Yes. The inside was the worst."
Harry spent a pleasurable two hours touring the estate with Joseph and Sherry. The two had met the night before to go over the plans and make design and formatting ideas before meeting him so they already had a proposal ready for him. It helped that Sherry was familiar with steampunk and knew the best ways to incorporate into the design without overwhelming the modern Victorian theme he was going for. Of course, the professionals' ideas were much better than his and Neville's so he only made minor changes before signing off on the plans. As Joseph was a magical contractor, it would only take several months for the Hall to be completely rehauled.
"Before you make any purchases, I want us to go through my vault to see what's there. Contact May to get put on my schedule, the Castle has muggle technology so you won't be at a disadvantage."
She nodded shook his hand and drove away as Joseph disapparated.
"May, I need to learn apparition, but in the meantime can you pop me to Chasers on Horizontal Way. I can study while I wait."
May popped him to the wizard café Chasers, which was down the road from the Patil's restaurant. He secured an outside table and ordered an Italian soda and people watched while he waited for Tonks and Kingsley. The café and the area outside were teeming with people, most who seemed to be workers at lunch or people just hanging out. It was an eye opener. The only experience he had with the magical district before now was Diagon Alley probably because Diagon Alley catered to families and students. Horizontal Way, from what he could tell, catered more to workers and a young, post Hogwarts crowd. Once his drink magically appeared on the table, Harry pulled out his defense book and began reading while idly eavesdropping on the conversations around him.
Not surprisingly, given the prophets headlines people had a lot to talk about.
Harry was surprised that everyday witches and wizards weren't as surprised by Dumbledore antics as he thought they would be. It seemed Dumbledore always had favorite students, usually Gryffindors, who he allowed to run roughshod around the school with little discipline, much to the annoyance of the rest of the students. If Harry was honest with himself, the current favorites had been himself, Ron, and Hermione. They had run around Hogwarts unchecked for some mysterious purpose of Dumbledore's. Now that Harry had control of the castle and manor wards, he couldn't see how Dumbledore hadn't known Voldemort had been in the castle all year. Why place the stone around children, especially in a room where a simple first year spell could get between them and danger? Why leave him clues to solve the mystery. And last year, couldn't Dumbledore have asked the portraits if they had seen what had been wandering the halls attacking students? Surely, they could've answered him. Dumbledore had a lot to answer for, even beyond what he had done to Harry personally.
Harry learned a lot by eavesdropping. Hogwarts it seemed wasn't the great educational institute it made itself out to be. Harry wasn't surprised, given the revolving Defense teachers, ghost teacher, and potions professor. One of the diners mentioned that Snape had bullied her so much she dropped Potions as soon as she was able. And as a result, it had taken her years of tutoring and self-study to fulfill the potions requirement so she could follow her dream of becoming a healer. Another spoke of a cousin who moved overseas and had gotten placed in classes two years below him when he had been near top of his year at Hogwarts.
It was amazing what you found out about the magical world when you weren't locked up in your bedroom at your Aunt's house, which was probably one the reasons why Dumbledore insisted he stay there.
Putting away his defense book, he pulled out the Daily Prophet and Magical Times. This time he read the paper cover to cover instead of just scanning the headlines. He had finished the Prophet and was halfway through Magical Times when Kingsley and Tonks arrived. They looked like they had been run ragged and Harry actually wondered if they had made it home to sleep last night.
"Do you want to reschedule," he asked the tired looking duo.
"Merlin no," Tonks answered as she slumped in her seat. "Having something fun to look forward to was the only thing that kept me putting one foot in front of the other."
Kingsley nodded in agreement. They looked at the menu and spoke to their plates to give their orders. Harry decided on the American Lunch Special which was a juicy hamburger topped with cheese, lettuce, onions, pickles, mustard, ketchup, and mayo, chips drizzled with salt and ketchup, and a root beer float. Harry took a bite of the burger and moaned no wonder Vernon and Dudley loved going to McDonalds. Tonks giggled at him and he pouted.
"Wasn't your hair pink and shorter last night?" Today she had long red hair that was styled with straight bangs.
Tonks winked and right before his eyes, her hair cycled through the colors of the rainbow as her facial features changed as well. Harry's mouth dropped open.
Tonks laughed. "I'm a metamorphmagus, that's a witch or wizard who can change their appearance at will. Mum said it used to be a strong trait in the Black family until they became so inbred that the ability became dormant."
Harry was fascinated. "Once Aunt Petunia shaved me bald then left this big ugly bang to cover my scar. I was horrified I would have to go to school looking like that, but when I woke the next morning; my hair was back to normal. When I found out I was a wizard, I thought it was accidental magic, but was it some type of metamorphic ability?"
"Maybe a little of both," Kingsley said in his deep, drawling voice. "With full metamorphmagus like Tonks it's instinctual, with partials, they need to mediate and concentrate on the change, and it's limited to items like hair and eye color."
"How often do you get haircuts?" Tonks asked curiously.
"I haven't had a haircut since Aunt Petunia shaved me when I was nine." Kingsley and Tonks exchanged looks. "I'm guessing that's not a magical thing or the Potter bad hair gene, I heard about?"
Kingsley chuckled. "No. You're learning meditation right?" Harry nodded. "When you're practicing your meditation focus on your hair, something simple like making it longer and see what happens."
"Finally a fun study assignment." Harry bit into his burger again.
"Okay cuz distract me," Tonks begged. "Tell me something good that doesn't have to do with blackmail, corruption, or power plays."
Harry grinned and pulled out the updated blueprints for Potter Hall and the surrounding sixty acres. He showed them the plans for the Quidditch Pitch, greenhouses, dirt bike track, exercise rooms, bowling alley, the steampunk and modern Victorian touches he was adding as well as the custom three story garage he added once he saw the awesomeness that was Sally's vehicle.
"I'm hoping I can at least get a motorcycle soon. I've always been fascinated with them. One of my favorite dreams is riding on a flying motorbike."
Kingsley and Tonks choked on the food.
"Cuz, that wasn't just a dream, it was a memory."
"Really?"
Kingsley grinned. "Sirius Black was rather notorious for having a flying motorbike. I was in my third year when your parents and Sirius were in their seventh. People still talk about the chaos James Potter caused on Sirius's eighteenth birthday when he flew into the Great Hall on the motorbike. Your grandparents had recently died and one of the last things your grandfather had told James was to make sure Sirius received the bike on his birthday. So you apparently get your obsession for muggle transportation from grandfather and godfather."
"Awesome!"
Tonks grinned. "Yeah, and from the way Mum talks about Sirius, I wouldn't put it past him to think a cool play date should involve flying motorbikes and a baby. Mum loved Sirius to death but she never left me alone with him after a couple of crazy babysitting incidents."
"I can't wait to meet him, he sounds great. Maybe there are some cool motorbikes in my family's vault. I wonder how big it is with all the stuff people keep saying is probably in there."
"The older vaults are self-expanding and a lot of people shrink their items before putting them in the vault to make room."
"Hopefully my audit will be done soon so I can explore. Do you think you'll have a hard time clearing Sirius's name?"
"The Wizengamot will meet tomorrow for Minister Fudge, Delores Umbridge, Lucius Malfoy, Bartimus Crouch, and Peter Pettigrew. They will all be tried under veritaserum and Peter's testimony should clear Sirius."
"What about Dumbledore, isn't he head of the Wizengamot. How can we be sure it'll be a fair trial?"
"After a lot of infighting, Madame Bones managed to get him removed from the trails. She was only able to do it, because he's on record as testifying that Sirius Black was your parents' secret keeper. Unfortunately, he managed to get out of being charged since he told the court; he was only repeating what your parents told him."
Harry snorted. "Of course, he did. Will I have to testify?"
"Not likely since they are using the potion."
"Is there anything they could do to trick the potion?"
"We flush their system before we administer veritaserum."
Harry nodded but he was still biting his lip. Things never went well for him. Dumbledore just kept slipping out of the noose that was around his neck, Harry was just waiting for something to blow up in his face, and he'd be back at the Dursley's under worse conditions than before. If that happened, he was running away.
They finished their lunches, paid, and made their way to Vertic Way to the tattoo and piercing shop Kingsley and Tonks recommended as they chatted about Hogwarts electives and the pros and cons of each one. They made it in the shop and Harry's eyes went wide as he saw the magical tattoos that moved and changed colors.
"No. It's bad enough you're being pierced. Now, I barely knew your mother but I'm positive she would make my afterlife a living hell if I stood by and watched you get inked at thirteen," Kingsley growled.
Harry pouted. "Killjoy."
The shopkeeper laughed. "So, I take it it's just a piercing today. Ear?"
"Yes," Kingsley said firmly.
Harry checked out the shopkeeper's cool nose and tongue piercing and pouted again.
"Which ear?" the man asked amused.
Harry frowned as everyone turned to look at him. "What does it matter?"
The shopkeeper had his left ear pieced and Kingsley had his right.
The man laughed. "Well is used to be that the ear you pierce designated your sexual orientation for guys and people still go by that for the most part. So a piercing in your left ear means you prefer girls and your right means you prefer boys."
Harry flushed. "Oh," he cocked his head and though about it. "What does it mean if the thought of kissing either is uncomfortable?"
The shopkeeper, Kingsley, and Tonks laughed merrily.
"It just means that puberty hasn't reared its ugly head," Kingsley said with a smile. "Why don't you just get both ears pierced? That's a trend now anyway."
Harry nodded happily. The three had a great time picking out earrings. In the end, he decided to get two onyx black hoop earrings in his left ear, and emerald stud and a platinum dragon ear cuff with an emerald eye in his right. Harry also picked out several extra earrings and cuffs. When he walked out of the shop, he gave both Tonks and Kingsley a big hug.
"Thank you. I know you guys are busy, so thank you for taking the time to spend your lunch with me."
"Hey, I had a blast."
"Cuz, this was the best date I had in ages, if only you were older and taller."
Harry grinned. "Okay, since I'm so irresistible, I'll schedule a weekly lunch date between us same time, same place. Don't forget!"
He gave them a last hug before rushing off to his meeting with Ms. Ellis.
Britain's wizarding district was one large square. Vertical Way where the tattoo shop sat was filled with a mixed bag of eclectic shops, specialty-clothing stores, and service related space and was at the far east of the district. To the far west, where Potter Corporation was located was Vertical Road and filled with industries such as Nimbus, Bertie Botts, and the lot. Horizontal Road where his private healers office was catered to not only medical but law, real estate, construction and the like. Horizontal Way to the south catered to restaurants, bars, entertainment. Diagon Alley of course cut through the square in a chaotic manner and catered to the mainstream wizard shops as well as Hogwarts students. Knockturn was a tiny offshoot of Diagon Alley that catered to the not so conventional shops and clientele, not all shops were dark but there were enough shady people down there to make one wary.
But Harry was happy, he had had a great lunch and he had gotten his ears pierced, but he was still brought short when he came to Potter Corporation. The building had ultra-modern glass. The glass was the type that was impossible for passerby's to see inside but easy for employers to see out off. The Potter name and crest was easy to see and Harry couldn't help but smile proudly as he made his way inside the building with its equally modern interior. A large glass and chrome reception desk, as well as several aquariums and waterfalls that housed magical as well as exotic muggle fish species dominated the reception area. The sound of the running water gave off a relaxing atmosphere. Smiling, he walked up to the receptionist, a man whose expression mimicked Percy's at his most self- righteous. The boy sneered down at him as he took in his muggle clothes and ear piercings.
"May I help you?" the young wizard's nostrils flared. He wore immaculate wizard robes and Harry wondered how he could afford them on an entry-level salary.
"Cassandra Ellis please."
"And do you have an appointment?" The man's tone clearly suggested that he doubted it. Considering Harry was wearing a t-shirt that had a picture of a bulldog wearing sunglasses and red nail polish giving whoever glanced at the t-shirt the finger, Harry decided to cut the man some slack, very little slack though.
Harry smirked. "Lord Harrison Potter and you are?"
The man's face turned white, he quickly jumped up from behind his desk and made his way over to Harry.
"Of course, Lord Potter let me escort you to the elevator, sir."
Harry nodded regally to the now eager receptionist and followed him to the glass elevator at the middle of the building. The receptionist gestured to the elevator but didn't step inside himself.
"Lord Potter if you'd please place your wand hand to the name plate, push out a pulse of magic, and state your name."
Harry placed his hand on the palm print, pushed out his magic, and spoke. "Lord Harrison James Sirius Potter."
For the third time, Harry felt wards some of the most complicated and high tech he had ever felt, transfer to himself. Everything blinked out in the building for a nanosecond before coming back into focus. The receptionist gaped at him.
"Identify confirmed," a smooth feminine voice said that reminded Harry of Star Trek. "Lord Potter, Top Secret Level Ten security clearance confirmed. How may I assist you?"
"Cassandra Ellis please."
The doors slid shut and the elevator smoothly rose in the air, a couple seconds later he was stepping into Ms. Ellis's massive office. May was already there as well as several Potter executives judging by the mix of muggle and magical business attire. Cassandra beamed at him and pulled him into a warm hug.
"You look a lot better than when we last spoke."
"Everyone keeps saying that, I must have looked really bad."
"You did," she smiled.
She took his hand and proceeded to introduce him to the rest of the department heads. Harry was pleased to see that they were from all over the world and a mix of squibs, muggleborns, half bloods, and pure bloods.
Everyone sat around the conference table as the meeting began. Harry was treated to a presentation complete with videos and pictures on the history of Potter Corporation, the different branches around the world, the type of security they provided for wizard and muggles alike, the training the security team received, the financial solvency of the company, and the places where their presence was more strongly felt (Asia and America). They then went into the charitable component, how they linked with Gringotts to support disowned squibs, the introduction into muggle society, schooling, education, and how a lot of the students came back to work for Potter Corporation or Potter Castle Management. Jouri was also there and gave the same spiel about Castle Potter, and how Lily Potter had tricked him, a house elf, into attended Oxford for the good of the family.
Harry then realized that his mother was the most awesome person ever.
"Do you have any questions?" Cassandra asked once the presentation was over.
"Yes," Harry cleared his throat nervously. "Excuse me if my questions appear irrelevant, but as yet my exposure to the magical world has been nearly nonexistent." Everyone nodded. "Is there a reason Potter Corporation is limited to security? The technology and weapons you developed for the teams use in the field is amazing. Why isn't that expanded for consumer use into something like television, computers, and phones that work in a magical environment? And what about a media off-shot that develops television programs for wizards: babies, teens, adults? What about a wizard version of the internet? Then there are games. There are only a couple wizard games and when it comes down to it, Hogwarts is boring as dirt. There are hundreds of kids with too much time on their hands for nearly ten months of the year, why can't we exploit that? What about a wizard version of a PlayStation or other handheld computer games or muggle games that can be adapted for wizards?"
Harry looked up to find everyone staring at him with their mouths slightly open.
Harry pouted. "Well, I thought it sounded wicked."
Cassandra laughed. "It does sound wicked Lord Potter and the next logical step to take the company in. It will be done," she declared. "But right now I think everyone is overwhelmed with the logistics of making your ideas come to fruition like new research, departments, staff, new office space we'd need as well as the cost of all this."
Harry blushed. "Oh, I guess I now understand why my friend Hermione often bangs her head on the table whenever I come up with a plan. I'm good at the big picture but suck at the details."
Everyone laughed. Harry looked to Jouri and flushed.
"I had some questions for you as well?"
"Yes Master?"
"Are you the only house elf that went to University?"
"Yes sir, but per Mistress Lily house elves should be allowed to attend courses that relate to their assigned or anticipated duties. Several Potter elves like May have attended vocational schools like secretarial, business, hotel management, culinary arts, and real estate. The same deal is offered to all Potter employees but unlike house elves who are bound to House Potter for life unless given clothes, the human employees sign contracts to work for specified number of years or reimburse Castle Potter what was spent on their education."
Harry nodded that sounded reasonable. "Have you ever thought of expanding the Castle to a magical family zone as well as a muggle one? Where do magicals get married? Wouldn't they like a magical wedding package? The magical animals at the castle, can that be expanded to a magical zoo? What about guided magical tours? Or like the muggle amusement part, can something like that be adapted to a magical version like paintball, go-karts, and the like? What do magicals do for fun?" Harry shrugged.
Jouri's large eyes blinked at him for several seconds. "I will look into the financials and feasibility of your ideas and get back with you Master."
Cassandra laughed. "I think we covered enough for now." She looked around at the faces of the shell-shocked executives. "Look out for a follow up meeting from me and be prepared to have concrete solutions to how we can move the company in the direction Lord Potter wants."
Jouri and the department heads left until it was just he, May, and Cassandra.
"Sorry, I upset the apple cart."
"It needed upsetting," she smiled. "If you're like this now, I can't wait to see you once you finish your education. I haven't had this much fun in years. Ikeda," she said softly.
A man materialized from the corner of the room as if he shrugged off an invisibility cloak. The man was beautiful in an androgynous way. He was Asian with long hair. His hair was parted down the middle and hung down his back. He had a five o'clock shadow and a neatly trimmed goatee. He wore a custom-made suit fitted to his lean but muscular body with a black tie and red shirt. He looked to be around thirty and had eyes that missed nothing and didn't fit with his pretty face, as if his eyes were the one thing that gave away his innocent looking appearance.
"Harry this is Ikeda Morinozuka, he's the best security operative at Potter Corporation. He comes from a prominent family in Japan who has had roots in the wizarding world for hundreds of years. He's the first wizard in his family in three generations. Ikeda is a world champion dueler, a level seven kyoshi in Kendo, a Tai Chi master, and has a black belt in Aikido. He's now your personal trainer and head of security."
Harry gaped at the man, innocent appearance indeed. Harry bet he was used to people underestimating him. "I'll try not to disappoint you."
The man smiled at him before sitting down at the conference table.
"I have a list of tutors for you," Cassandra continued. "They are top notch from all over the world and have passed Morinozuka's security screening. They each have a pre-test they'd like for you to take so they can know how to tailor your lesson plans."
"What subjects?"
"History; magical and muggle, English, grammar, Business, Science, Care of Magical Creatures, Math, Arithimacy, Ancient Runes, Defense, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology and Astronomy."
Harry wondered if he were hyperventilating, maybe Hogwarts wasn't so bad.
"Quarterly," Mr. Morinozuka told him looking amused.
"Huh," he asked still kind of out of it.
"You'll switch subjects every quarter so you won't have all the classes every day like your fearing."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, I was about to pass out and run back to Hogwarts."
Morinozuka smirked. "I saw."
"When will I take the pre-test?"
"Two weeks."
Harry turned to May. "Next two weeks my main focus will be revising my first two years at Hogwarts. I'll need a revision schedule made up. I'm new to Care, Runes, and Arthimacy so I'll have to start at the beginning with them so I won't need to take a pre-test for those courses. Oh crap, I forgot to tell you before. I told the Weasley twins that if they passed their OWLs this year, I'd invest in their joke shop. One thousand galleons for 25% of the business, let Archblade know. I guess we'll need a contract drawn up, so the attorney's at Potter Company too?" Harry turned to Mr. Morinozuka. "I'm staying with a friend but I can move to Castle Potter when you want me to. I'm assuming you want to check out my living arrangements?"
"I was at the castle and was able to walk around. You'll need to update the wards there and at the hall, although, I'm glad I was unable to get inside your private apartments. You might want to tell your friend Neville Longbottom to look into getting the wards to his home updated as well. We have a team here at the Company that is one of the best in the world."
Harry googled at the man. "How long have you been following me?"
His mouth curled, his eyes were lit up with amusement at Harry's indignation. "Since you and your friend toured the castle. I put a tracker on you and disabled ones others had slipped on you when you were at the ministry yesterday."
Harry sighed so much for going unnoticed. "Of course. I'm going back to the Castle to review for a bit before I go to Harrods with Neville. I'm having Potter Hall renovated. I can give you the plans, just let me know if something doesn't work." Harry went into his book bag and handed him the blue prints.
"Thank you. I'll get back with you."
"Since the Hall is being renovated it makes sense that my first quarter classes be at the castle and include Herbology, Care, and Potions since there is already a well-established area to teach those subjects there. Ms. Ellis, I have a question about one of the school projects I proposed."
"Yes?"
"One of my friend's father works in the ministry but his passion is taking apart muggle items like cars and enchanting them. If this project takes off and if he has the skills, I'd like him to be considered somewhere, maybe in the games division."
She reached for a quill. "What's his name?"
"Arthur Weasley."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Thanks, but only if he's qualified."
Cassandra smiled. "Of course."
"Oh crap, I almost forgot." Harry went into his bag and handed Cassandra the invitations. "Madame Longbottom helped me sort through invitations, but she set these aside not knowing if we did business with any of the names on here."
Harry watched with a sigh as Cassandra quickly and efficiently sorted through the invitations tossing all but two in the garbage, which she handed to May.
"I guess I can't put off those etiquette and wizarding who's who lessons, May."
"I'll contact Madame Longbottom immediately and put it on your schedule."
"Thank you. Have I forgotten anything?"
"No Master. I spoke to Ms. Ellis beforehand about Potter Foundation and how to release Godric's Hollow cottage and set up the orphanage and widow fund."
Harry nodded and felt his energy waning, it's been a long day.
"Can we use your floo?" he heard Morinozuka ask.
Before he could blink, they were back at his wing at Castle Potter and he had keyed Morinozuka into the wards.
"Do you need me to give you a tour? Would you like to start with this wing or the grounds?"
"Stay, study. I will come back if I need something." Morinozuka turned to May. "He needs tea, and make sure the food is on his nutrition plan."
May bowed. "Of course Morinozuka-senpai."
Harry sighed. "I've been addressing you improperly haven't I?"
Mr. Morinozuka just looked amused by Harry not offended, thankfully. "In Japan it's custom to use last names and honorifics to address someone. Senpai is used for senior colleagues."
"What should I call you?"
"Sensei which means teacher, basically it means that I have a mastery in a skill that you need to learn."
Harry nodded and Morinozuka patted him on the head.
"Relax. You don't have to be on all the time. You've had a lot dumped on you in a short amount of time."
Harry smiled. "Thank you."
Morinozuka nodded and left the apartments. Harry thought he was really going to like this man.
Auhor's Notes:
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