Hermione walked alongside a maid with a big smile and an animal in her arms. The well-decorated walls showed a small glimpse of the family's history. Harry was always happy next to his father; his mother had a calming smile, and his father had a face Hermione could not describe. Finally, the maid opened a door, and there were Harry, Pansy, and Draco. She walked to them, and suddenly, a big explosion sounded in the next room.
"Don't worry, it's only a movie," said Harry. "Crabbe and Goyle are fascinated with the 'Bill & Ted' movies."
"I still don't understand how someone would get so hooked on that," said Draco.
"You don't go to theaters, right?" asked Harry.
"I agree with Draco," said Hermione. "There are better stories you could have shared with them."
"I have shown them other movies. They arrived yesterday and seem to like video games, but…" Harry was interrupted by Pansy sighing.
The door then suddenly opened. "Harry, can you call your maid and ask for more popcorn? Oh, hi, Hermione! What's in your arms?"
Hermione smiled, "Hi, Dean. This is Crookshanks."
Harry went close to see the cat, and Hermione continued talking, "It's a half-Kneazle cat." Pansy rolled her eyes when she saw the cat and heard that it was a 'half.'
"You named it what?"
"Crookshanks," Hermione answered with a smile. "Although, I did not name it."
"You should change it then," quipped Draco, who got closer. Harry turned and saw Pansy alone now, so he went and sat down again, and Draco stood where he was.
"Should I?" asked Hermione.
"You know, so now he will be yours," said Draco.
"I'll think about it. But what is a good name for a cat?"
"Garfield," said Harry. "Just look at it."
"Garfield? Doesn't sound like a name for a cat," replied Hermione, thinking that Harry would have weird rich name tastes for pets.
"Oh, you are right. This cat is Garfield," said Dean.
"You too?" asked Hermione.
"Maybe if we give him some lasagna, you will be convinced," Dean answered.
"Lasagna?" Draco and Hermione asked at the same time.
"Wait," said Harry. "You don't know about Garfield?"
Hermione shook her head.
Dean faked an offended face, and Harry shook his head, "Sometimes your pure-blood side is very thick."
"And are you planning on bringing your cat?" asked Pansy.
Hermione smiled, "If possible. If not, can I ask your family to take care of it, Harry? Maybe Aura could check on him."
Harry shrugged, "Sure, I don't see any problem."
"By the way, you never told me where we are going, Harry," Hermione said while Dean took Crookshanks from her.
"Sightseeing to the largest community of magic, Mongolia."
"Oh, that sounds amazing. Mongolia is the only country in the world where the magical community outnumbers their non-magical counterparts. I went with Daddy some time ago; their Aarul is really good," said Luna with her airy voice who suddenly appeared at the door. She then turned to Dean. "I was sent to tell you by Vincent that you are taking too much time, but Ms. Yuri told me that we should get ready."
Harry's eyes went wide. " Oh-Oh." He then ran to the other room to let Crabbe and Goyle know. A few seconds after Harry left, a tall maid with an intelligent look who was wearing black-lens glasses and a blue collar around her neck appeared.
"Good day. Please step into the Main Hall. Our driver will be waiting for you all," said Yuri Alpha.
The teens were leaving, and Hermione took Crookshanks from Dean and went close to the maid, "Excuse me. I wanted to ask if Aura and Mare could take care of my cat while we are on the trip. My parents are not in the city either."
The cat seemed tense when Yuri took him, "Of course. I will make sure that Madam Aura takes good care of your cat, Miss Granger."
"Thanks," Hermione smiled, feeling like if she was with a professor.
The whole group finally went to the Main Hall, and they were escorted to a limousine. Everyone went inside the car except Luna, who said, "Oh, I cannot go. Daddy told me that I should attend an event with him. Very important."
After a small trip in the limousine, they stepped into the hangar and couldn't contain their excitement. "Wow," said all of Harry's friends, though some said it in lower tones to hide their amusement.
The sleek and imposing shape of the private jet caught their attention immediately, its polished silver exterior gleaming under the harsh overhead lights. "Wait until you see the inside," Suzuki said, leading the way to the aircraft's steps.
The pilot greeted them warmly as they boarded, each one settling into plush leather seats that reclined effortlessly. The cabin was spacious and luxurious, filled with state-of-the-art amenities that left them breathless. Plasma screens hung from the walls, offering endless entertainment options. A fully stocked bar boasted every type of non-alcoholic drinks imaginable, while the kitchenette served up gourmet meals prepared by chefs. But it wasn't just the fancy equipment that captivated these young travelers; the sheer comfort and privacy made this experience truly unforgettable.
"This is like a flying mansion!" declared Dean, his eyes darting from one lavish feature to another.
Meanwhile, Pansy ran her fingers over the soft leather seats, her expression a mixture of disbelief and delight, "It's kind of small; why don't you use an expansion charm?"
Harry finally sat down, "Because it can interfere with aircraft navigational and landing guidance systems. The same goes with our cellphones, so if you bring them, please turn them off." After that, only Dean took his cell phone and turned it off, saying that his mom would kill him as she asked him to call her to make sure he was alright.
As they soared through the clouds, Draco walked slowly down the aisle, his eyes scanning the cabin with curiosity. Harry smiled and decided to change the topic. "So, Hermione, you bought a cat. Why?"
"Oh, well, I was thinking of buying an owl first because they are very convenient, but when I arrived at the pet shop, the cat jumped at me. The store owner told me that they had problems selling the cat, so they gave me a discount."
"I guess not only were you scammed on the price, but you were also used to get rid of merchandise that wasn't selling," said Pansy.
Harry couldn't do anything but nod slowly, "I guess she is right. You don't know the original price of the cat; as far as we know, it may have been cheaper."
Hermione thought for a moment, but Draco was the one who spoke, "As long as you like the cat, who cares? Money is to be spent in any way." Hermione smiled and nodded.
The trip took them a few hours to arrive, which were spent watching movies, playing, and talking. Upon arriving at Ulaanbaatar International Airport, they were greeted by a local witch who was waiting to escort them to the magical community.
The witch took them to a small bus ready to take them to their destination. The ride was fast, and from the window, they could see the fantastic scenery that looked like a beautiful painting of green grass all around. Then in an instant, they passed a concealed portal and found themselves in a dazzling, magical version of a city. It was as if the old architecture of buildings had met modern roads, with the exception that the sidewalks were larger than the streets where cars must pass.
The buildings hosted multiple stores showing their goods behind glass, just like any other Muggle mall. The people wore different styles of robes, some colorful, some more sober that looked like working office robes. Some wore Muggle clothing, but they were so out of place that they stood out.
"Wow, this place is incredible!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement.
"It feels like we've stepped into another world," Dean said, his voice filled with awe. He glanced around at the towering buildings, each adorned with magical symbols that glowed faintly in the daylight.
Vincent smirked, "I never imagined there could be so many magical people in one place. It's like a wizarding metropolis."
The car stopped, and the teens entered the big building. Harry was at the front desk and talked with the receptionist.
A talk that should have been simple ended up in a long conversation on the hotel's phone. Harry then went back to his friends. "Here are the keys, but, unfortunately, I can't stay. Dad called me and asked me to fly back."
"What? But it's your birthday tomorrow," said Dean.
"I guess that's kind of the problem. It seems that some big names wanted to celebrate my birthday, and Dad couldn't tell them that I was in a magical city," replied Harry with a weak smile. "I will come back as soon as I can." Harry then gave the keys to his friends and left in the same car they arrived in.
The group felt weird now that Harry had left, as the only two from different houses who usually spoke to each other were Draco and Hermione. Hermione sighed and continued to their rooms.
The next day, and without knowing what to do Hermione offer to go to the local stores. Pansy decided to go and buy a dress, and as Hermione was the only other woman, she went
As they browsed through rack after rack of stylish robes and accessories, Pansy became increasingly frustrated and self-conscious. "Why won't these clothes fit?" she muttered under her breath. She tried on dress after dress, each one seemingly too small or too large in some way. Her normally confident demeanor began to fade, replaced by a sense of dread and embarrassment.
Hermione went close to Pansy, but before she could figure out what happened, Pansy only walked out the store saying, "all of these clothes are horrible."
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The invitation was somewhat cryptic, merely a note bearing an unfamiliar symbol, delivered by a ghostly owl that disappeared after giving the invitation. Yet, here they all were, gathered at the absurdly big mansion for what promised to be an event unlike any other. As each guest arrived through the grand entrance, which happened because the place had a ward to relocate anyone who Apparated directly onto the grounds, they were greeted by a procession of mask-clad servants who led them deeper into the manor.
Even the maids within the walls wore intricate masks, their identities hidden behind lace and silk. This added to the air of mystery that permeated the atmosphere, as if everyone present had something to conceal. The clickity-clack of heels on polished marble echoed through the hallways, guiding guests towards the grand ballroom where the main gathering would take place.
As Lucius Malfoy stepped through one of the fireplaces, his long black robes billowing gracefully about him, several masked maids scurried forward to assist him. With practiced efficiency, they helped him remove his traveling cloak and handed him a flute of champagne before guiding him further into the party's heart. His eyes darted nervously from mask to mask, taking in the myriad colors and designs adorning each mask, yet none of them seemed quite right. He felt he knew most of those attending this gathering, but something felt...off.
He paused near a window, watching as more guests arrived and mingled among the crowd. Lucius took another sip of his champagne and surveyed the room once more. Despite his initial unease, he couldn't deny that there was an undeniable thrill coursing through him, 'Tonight, anything could happen. Old alliances might be strengthened, and new ones might be formed. Or perhaps, just maybe, secrets long buried would finally see the light of day,' Lucius thought for a moment and concluded that whatever the outcome, one thing was sure: no one would leave this gathering unchanged, and he did not know how true that was.
The mansion's opulence was breathtaking, even by wizarding standards. Grand tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of ancient battles. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting dancing shadows across the parquet floor. Rich velvet curtains framed enormous windows that looked out upon perfectly manicured gardens, their vibrant colors dimmed slightly by the fading light of day.
As Lucius took in the splendor of his surroundings, memories of his early days after graduating from Hogwarts came flooding back. It was at gatherings much like this one that he had first made contact with Lord Voldemort. Back then, the stakes weren't nearly as high as the whole meetings, with topics purely in the political zone. Still, the sense of danger and excitement had been palpable nonetheless. Now, standing amidst the finery of this Lord's estate, Lucius couldn't help but wonder if this gathering marked the beginning of something similar. Maybe something that would actually work.
He circled the room, studying the other guests with renewed interest. Each time he spotted someone whose presence he found familiar, he saw something abnormal for that particular person to wear. However, he reminded himself that this was precisely the same thing Lord Voldemort did. Hiding the identity of the Death Eaters, even among themselves, so in case someone was captured, that person wouldn't be able to rat the others out. Yet, there was always the fear and paranoia that kept people loyal, making them willing to do whatever was necessary to protect their secrets. In that respect, Tonight's gathering was already a success.
Still, Lucius couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was happening beneath the surface. Perhaps this wasn't simply about maintaining order amongst the ranks of Death Eaters; maybe it was about finding a new leader, a new Dark Lord. After all, the current state of affairs left much to be desired. Voldemort had been dead for years now, and while some argued that his reign of terror should never be allowed to rise again, others saw an opportunity to seize power for themselves. If this gathering indeed was about choosing a successor, then every guest here had something to gain… and everything to lose.
Suddenly, the grand ballroom fell silent as the host finally entered, flanked by their mask-clad servants. To Lucius's surprise, the host was Satoru Suzuki, a distinguished-looking gentleman with piercing eyes. Beside him was his lovely wife, Albedo, a tall woman with lustrous jet-black hair and the face of a goddess. They bowed graciously to the assembled crowd before taking their places atop a dais near the center of the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Satoru began, calm and commanding, "I want to thank you all for joining us today. As many of you know, this is a special occasion. My dear son, Harry Suzuki, has reached the age of thirteen." There were murmurs of surprise and congratulations throughout the ballroom. Lucius looked suspiciously at the spectacle, watching the 'Potter boy' with his adoptive family.
"As you may know, our family originates in Japan, and it is tradition for a 13-year-old boy to be presented to society as a man. This is a time of both celebration and great responsibility. You see, when children turn thirteen, they are deemed ready to inherit the mantle of leadership. And so, I am pleased to announce that Harry will receive a most precious gift today..."
From behind his back, Satoru produced a wooden box intricately carved with images of dragons and stars. He placed it carefully on the dais before opening the lid to reveal its contents. A wand took shape within the box, its polished white wood that looked like bone gleaming in the candlelight. It was unlike any wand Lucius had ever seen before; while normally wands were various shades of wood, this one seemed to glow with an inner light. As Satoru handed it down to his son, the air around them crackled with energy, as if the very fabric of magic itself were being drawn towards the object.
Harry Suzuki went close and gracefully accepted the wand, his expression of humility, but Lucius dared to say that it was all an act. For a moment, everyone in the room held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
Suddenly, a man with long blond hair started to shake. The man was only wearing a domino mask, showing his mouth, which was trembling. Then the man could say, "The Elder Wand, that's the Elder Wand—and the golden stone, it's the Resurrection Stone. They have the 'Deathly Hallows.'"
Murmurs started to spread, but everything died down when a group of maids rushed forward, carrying an ornate coffin draped in black velvet between them. As they approached the dais, the crowd parted to make way for them. The tension in the air thickened as the maids set the coffin down before Lord Suzuki.
The blonde man now looked visibly agitated. Beside him was a young girl who looked about twelve years old, her hair identical to his. She clutched his arm tightly, clearly trying to steady herself. Something about their presence here felt...off.
As if sensing Lucius's gaze upon them, the man glanced over warily. Their eyes met briefly before Lucius quickly looked away, feigning nonchalance. But he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
When the maids finally lifted the coffin lid, gasps echoed through the hall. Inside lay the peaceful form of a woman with flowing blond hair. Despite the passage of time since her death, her features remained untouched by decay, preserved by some unknown magical means. Even now, as she lay motionless before them, there was an ethereal beauty about her that was hard to ignore.
Harry Suzuki stepped forward with the wand in his hand. Without hesitation, he pointed it at the corpse and said, "Fukkatsu suru." Immediately, a brilliant golden orb of light erupted from the end of the wand, engulfing everyone with its warmth. After several moments, the light began to fade, revealing a living, breathing woman where once there had been only death.
Lucius's heart raced as he watched the miracle unfold before his eyes. This boy...this Harry Potter—No, Harry Suzuki... he wasn't just another student at Hogwarts. No, he was something far greater than that. And with each passing second, the truth became more and more apparent.
As the shock wore off and people regained their composure, whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.
Some speculated about the true nature of the Suzukis and their connection to the world of dark magic. And then there were those who simply marveled at the incredible power wielded by the newly minted thirteen-year-old boy standing before them all. But none of these observations came close to the truth. As Lucius Malfoy stood amidst the chaos and confusion, he could feel it deep in his gut. The balance of power had indeed shifted Tonight, and whether they knew it or not, everything had just changed forever.
The woman, who was later recognized as Pandora Lovegood née Adams, still confused about where she was, was guided to another room with the 12-year-old girl, who held her tight as if not wanting her to leave her side ever, and the man who spoke about the Deathly Hallows.
Satoru Suzuki then walked to the front, "As you can see, the Suzuki family has conquered death. You will do right to remember that. And be mindful of what you have witnessed, that we know each of you quite well and that we expect each of you to cooperate in the future." After that, the Suzuki family left the room.
And so, as the celebration continued into the night, with laughter and merriment filling the grand ballroom, Lucius found himself drawn back to the dais. Lucius felt self-pride as he could finally confirm his speculations about Harry Po-Suzuki being a dark lord.
Lucius wondered what secrets lay hidden behind those innocent eyes, what plans and schemes might be brewing beneath the surface. Though he was no longer sure of anything else, one thing was clear: whatever happened next would also shape the entire wizarding world.
The grand double doors creaked open as Momonga entered the opulent chamber. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the chandeliers hanging above, their light reflecting off the intricate tapestries and lavish decorations that adorned the walls. With a wave of his hand, he dispelled the illusion spell that had made him look like a human.
Albedo followed closely behind, her face full of admiration and unwavering loyalty. Trailing slightly behind her was Harry, also with a smile and pride in his performance.
As they walked deeper into the chamber, Albedo broke the silence. "The party was a great success, Momonga-sama," she purred, her voice smooth and confident. "The people will now either be impressed by our power or driven to obey out of fear."
Momonga nodded, his glowing red eyes scanning the room to ensure they were alone. "Excellent, Albedo. Your efforts in organizing the event were commendable."
Albedo's cheeks flushed slightly at the praise, and she bowed her head. "Thank you, my lord. It is an honor to serve you."
Turning his attention to Harry, Momonga's hollow, otherworldly voice resonated through the chamber. "Harry, even when the event is already done. Are you sure you don't want to resurrect your dead parents? You know that we can restore their bodies so the resurrection spell can work correctly."
Harry's head held high, and he answered, trying not to let any doubt of his loyalty and resolution, "Thank you for your concern, Momonga-sama. But Nazarick, especially Momonga-sama, is the only family I need and want."
Momonga nodded. "I understand. Now, I must apologize," he began. I took you away from your friends, and I'll need you to return to them."
Harry looked up at Momonga, his expression resolute despite his youth. "Please, there's no need to apologize, Momonga-sama. You are the leader of the Supreme Beings. Whatever you command, I will do without question."
Momonga's skeletal face remained impassive, but a sense of approval radiated from him. "Thank you, Harry. Your loyalty and bravery are commendable. Go now, and enjoy your birthday with your friends."
As Harry turned to leave, Albedo stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Remember, what you have to tell them?" she asked softly.
"Yes, Dean, they wanted me to go back because some big names wanted me to celebrate my birthday," said Harry to his friends, who questioned him as soon as he returned.
"But why?" pressed Dean.
"Would you believe me that the rich 'maho-nashi' are just like pure-bloods?" said Harry.
Draco frowned momentarily, but Vincent spoke, "Wait, they want to marry someone?"
When Harry confirmed their speculations, Dean and Hermione's eyes widened. Meanwhile, the pure-blood kids were not so shocked by the revelation.
"And here I thought that kind of thing happened only on soap operas," said Dean, while Hermione nodded.
"Soap opera?" asked Gregory.
Vincent shrugged and ventured, "Maybe it's a Muggle opera when they eat soup."
Gregory frowned, "Wouldn't that be soup opera, not 'soap' opera?"
Vincent thought for a second, "Oh, right. Well, maybe it's an opera when they wash the clothes?"
Hermione was about to correct them, but Dean stopped her, sniggering, "No, let them. I haven't heard something this funny in ages."
Draco then turned to Harry, and the Suzuki heir felt the gaze. "Sorry, I don't know why it's called that way. I know that in Spanish, they call it 'telenovela,' which translates to 'televised novel.' They are just plays of your typical romance stories."
The group of teens continued their stay for just another day. That's when Harry looked at his friends, especially Pansy's quietness. "Sorry again, guys. I left you alone on my birthday." Harry received assurance from them that it was nothing, but Pansy still looked upset about something. "Tell you what. My parents told me that they became official sponsors of the World Cup. That means that I have free tickets. Would you want to go with me next year?"
"Heck YES!"—"YES!"—"YES!"
Dean, Vincent, and Gregory jumped from their positions to answer. Draco composed himself and agreed to go. Hermione nodded while laughing at the boys' reaction, while Pansy only rolled her eyes.
