I do not own any of this, HP or Sekirei. This is mainly a prologue to get things going. Also, this is my first and only story written in First Person POV.

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Chapter 1 The Howl's Door

I once thought I would be an Auror for the rest of my life. It always seemed like a life of adventure. The stories Tonks and Sirius told me of their times hunting dark wizards. They were so bizarre and fantastic but they were Aurors during wars. A post-war Auror is a different animal. I ended up working the streets ten percent of the time because the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol had been thoroughly gutted during the war. The other ninety percent doing paperwork. Hermione was not kidding when she stated I have a saving people thing and those late nights sitting behind that desk made me completely bonkers. I wanted to be out there helping people, doing something. Later in life, I truly figured out that I was just an adrenaline junkie and really there was nothing better in life than getting in a good scrap. I would eventually tame that aspect of my personality or rather my wife tamed it for me.

I ended my miserable existence as an Auror two months after the tragedy that struck in the colonies known as 9/11. The ICW needed a special operations squad after several magical societies went dark in Africa, China, and Turkey on that day. I volunteered to go but it's best I do not talk about what happened there. The muggle terrorist did not just have it out for the Americans they found magic as an offense to their religion as well. They struck at the only undefended magical societies they could get to. So I spent a year trekking through the desert freeing their prisoners magical or otherwise. We hunted in every cave, hut, and castle until every one of them was dead or all knowledge of magic was oblivated from their minds.

When I returned to Britain another crisis was underway. Most magicals did not know what the internet was and if they did they considered it a passing fad. That was until a muggleborn found a satellite photo of Hogwarts on some maps website. Still, some refused to adapt until the cameras went up everywhere and were on handheld devices. Magic was being caught and recorded, apparitions, glamours, and conjurations all out in the open by foolish wizards who thought they knew better.

Magicals did what all of humanity has done when faced with a crisis; innovate or die. And innovate we did so much so it was considered a magical revolution. I was snapped up quickly by the Unspeakables in the spell research division since I was considered one of the strongest magicals in Britain. The boffins had the brains for it but needed the power to cast a spell for the first time. Apparently, the first cast of a new spell requires a substantial amount of magic but it becomes less with each subsequent cast. By the hundredth cast of a new spell, your average adult witch or wizard could cast it somewhat successfully. First, we started by modifying existing spells such as notice me not to target cameras and glamours to blur faces when recorded. From there the spells were reverse engineered into runes that were stitched into clothing that would be sold all over the world. This solved a majority of the issues for the day to day witch or wizard.

But to keep magic a secret it required something more. Age old wards that dealt with the concealment of magical society were replaced with ones that were just below the level of a fidelius charm. They did everything except create a pocket dimension and as long as you had magic you were keyed into its existence. Before they had only warded entrances which left them vulnerable by the sky. It had never been an issue until GPS satellites and drones. Finally, our crowning achievement the spell that spawned the revolution. Most just wanted a spell that would oblivate the internet. You laugh but it was completely doable but that would not solve our problems. No, we created a spell that would be proactive to our needs so what came was a programming spell. As you know magic does not work well with electronics at least that was until muggles solved the problem for us by using fiber optics and new types of insolation. The spell itself was a work of art as long as you had a task in mind it would adapt itself until it accomplished it.

When I fired it at an internet router it built its own hunting virus that eradicated all genuine mentions of magic on the internet. The spell would continue to operate as long as muggles used the internet. It had no limits and if I was a lesser man I could have programmed it to rob banks, steal launch codes or make countries go dark. So once again magicals could send muggles back to the Stone age with a flick of the wand. This was not the spell that was released to the public, instead, a watered down version was. The spell still spawned the technomage industry and a new style of wand called a Casting Assistant Device or CAD. In fact, I currently have one of their bracelets around my wrist.

It wasn't all work those two years with the Unspeakables. I found a new passion that filled my saving people void and oddly enough it was also where I met my wife. And thank Merlin it was not Ginny. She and I went the way many school sweethearts go, heartbreak. Our relationship did not last more than a year after Hogwarts. She wanted to play Quidditch and embrace the fame that came with it. I had more than enough fame and an itch to get into a fight. I broke it off with her when she planned a massive party for my birthday. We were just too different. The Weasley's never treated me the same afterward.

The Unspeakables research division had been called into St. Mungo's. They had created a new spell and needed a strong spell caster. It was an ocular regeneration spell developed by one Daphne Greengrass. I had been lucky to be wearing my obscuring Unspeakable robes otherwise she would have my jaw drop at how utterly stunning she looked in her healer robes. Daphne had raven black hair so dark it could only be found on a magical. Her hair came down to just below her shoulders. It framed her high cheekbones and ice blue eyes. Her spell still needed some work but by this time I was not in the Unspeakables for just my power. We eventually got it working when she mentioned that she had several more healing spells that she could use my help with. It took a month of working together before I finally revealed myself. It was not as much of a shock to her as I thought it would be as there was only so many powerful magicals in the British Isles. It took another month before I asked her out and again it was not shocking to her or anyone else. One date turned into two then five than an official relationship. With Daphne, I learned that I loved healing magic and so did my Phoenix wand.

I left the Unspeakables and convinced Andromeda Tonks to take me on as an apprentice. I did not have the NEWTS or any official records from the Department of Mysteries to get into a St. Mungo's sponsored program. Andy was a Healer but losing Tonks and her husband was too much. Not to mention she was taking care of my newborn godson. So she retired from it all. While she may be retired she was still a vivacious woman on top of her game. I like to think that I helped her as much as she helped me in those early days.

So I hit the books again this time with a new direction. I was not doing this to survive I was doing it so others could. It made all the difference as I took to healing even better than I did defense against the dark arts. Healing covered almost all disciplines, Charms, Transfiguration, Runes and Arithmancy. And Andy did not stop there. She is a Black so she covered healing dark arts and rituals and many other things found in the Black library.

After a year of cramming I was a certified Healer at St. Mungo's working in the magical equivalent of the Emergency Room. It fed my saving people nature in a high pressure yet safe environment. Daphne and I married the day after my certification test. We had our honeymoon at her family chateau in the South of France. But I would not be Harry Potter if the good times lasted. On Halloween 2005 we found out that Daphne could not have children as her family's curse had set in. She apologized over and over for it she had thought it would skip her since her mother had been affected by it. I spent all my spare hours outside of work taking care of her looking for a cure to her family curse. I came up short and my wife of five years passed away two years to the day after her diagnosis on Halloween. At her funeral, I noticed that the curse had set in on her younger sister Astoria Malfoy. So I did what I have always done when filled with grief just put my head down and worked my way through it.

It took a year to finish the cure. Draco answered the door when I knocked. I couldn't bring myself to say anything when I handed over the documentation that described the series of potions and the ritual Astoria would have to undergo to break the curse. I could see the worry melt off of Draco's face as he handed the folder to his wife. I had turned to leave when Draco pulled me into a hug and dragged me inside for dinner. Six months later Astoria was healthy and pregnant with a girl she was naming Daphne Lily Malfoy in my honor.

During this time Andy took it upon herself to move into Grimmauld Place with the little devil known as Teddy. Andy knew I needed them and she was right having them and later my goddaughter Daphne Lily over was the balm for my wounded soul. I started working at St. Mungo's again and worked my way up to head healer until Andy noticed something.

I had stopped aging at around twenty-two. I had started to wear glamours to work but that was only part of the problem. You see your magic settles at the age of twenty-five. It keeps growing but at a much slower rate, a person in their forties may take decades to grow in magic in what would take a twenty-year-old a year. By the time I reached thirty, my magic was reaching out and healing everyone who was sick in the hallway I was walking down. I never learned legilimency but my magic was grabbing thoughts of all those around and it was only getting more powerful.

I had no choice but to confide in Andy so I explained how I got the hallows, dying then how all the hallows came back to me the day after I killed Tom Riddle. That all the hallows seemed to melt into me when I brought them together bringing with them all the responsibilities that being the Master of Death entails. I can still call them out if I need them but I rarely do.

Eventually, I could no longer work in the hospital as the healing aspect of my magic had become too ingrained and uncomfortable questions were starting to be asked. So I left St. Mungo's to learn to control my magic and went back to the Unspeakables. While I was in the Ministry Draco and I combined our efforts to push new laws through to encourage innovation and equal rights. We had tried to get Hermione involved but due to a falling out years earlier we were not on speaking terms.

When I had first started at St. Mungo's Hermione was a law clerk pushing through her Elf Rights initiative. Daphne and I had only been married for a year. I had already lost contact with the Weasley's and was not sure if they knew either of those things. Well, one day a sickly battered and beaten house elf showed up on the steps of St. Mungos. Its master had freed it and left it to die. The elf went to the only place it knew where healing was done. It was, of course, refused service St. Mungo's only heals humans. I rushed to the dying elf and provided medical attention on the very steps of the place that refused him earlier. Pictures were taken and articles were written. It was the perfect storm to push the bill for elf rights through. Except it was changed from Granger's Bill for Elfish Welfare to Potter's Law of Equals. Where hers focused specifically on Elf's his treated all magical beings as equals.

Things were said that could not be taken back. She accused me of attention seeking like a child star that no one cared about any longer and that I was now riding her coattails. In truth, she was partially correct my time with the Magical Foreign Legion and with the Unspeakables were all considered top secret and that had thankfully allowed me to fall into obscurity. Mine and Hermione's friendship had already been on shaky ground since my break up with Ginny. In the years since my only contact with the Weasley's had been through Fleur who has long since moved back to France. I keep up with her regularly and visit several times a year as the Veela Coven is close to Daphne's chateau. They are extra nice now that France has also drafted its own version of Potter's Law of Equals.

The House Elf, Joppy, who started all of this was welcomed into the Potter family. He and I were the first to use the new binding oath Draco came up with. Joppy was originally assigned to Teddy but while he was at Hogwarts Joppy did whatever he wanted. This is usually meant secretly following me around.

Now, it is 2019 and I am celebrating my thirty-ninth birthday alone with a drink, reminiscing and going through Potter historical documents like the old man I am inside. The house is lonely again. The Malfoy's are on holiday in the Maldives. Teddy moved out a year ago after he graduated from Hogwarts. He works at a Magical Animal Reservation in Wales. Andy moved out a few months ago. For a time we had sought comfort in each other's arms but her age was catching up to her now and my eternal youth made it worse. It did not help that Teddy has always drifted to looking like me and now that we look the same age it was too much for her. So while we were never official it still hurts but so does my wife's death. I am a man of many hurts. Maybe I have had too much to drink.

"Hey, you're not the boss of me," I told myself as I took another drink. "Oh, what do we have here? This looks promising."

I pulled out a folder that had some Asian writing on it. Rifling through the documents I noticed most were in English others in Japanese. According to this, the Potter family had split and one branch settled in Japan as some kind of magical exchange program in the 1600s. Potter's had always been known for healing and potions and after combining with the Peverells we gained offensive magic. So at the time, Japan had wanted to be trained in healing arts and potioneering. Harold Potter volunteered to go while Japan would send someone to teach Fuinjutsu. The Japanese art never took in England but the Japanese embraced Harold Potter and his teachings with open arms. The branch family died out two generations ago after some betrayal but the family land and the vault still remain intact. It says here that the Potter's will always be welcomed in Japan.

Now that was an idea. I could hardly leave my home nowadays as my fame has caught up with me once again. I mainly stuck to Grimmauld Place, the Malfoy Manor, and Daphne's French Chateau. In March, I was forcibly retired from the Unspeakables as some young industrious reporter was able to sneak out top-secret documents of my activities with the ICW and Unspeakables from the Ministry. She published a front page exposé of me hunting down dark wizards and mundanes in the Middle East and all the spells I created during my tenure as an Unspeakable. Regardless of the fact that it took a team to accomplish those things. She was tried before the Wizengamot and was about to be tossed into Azkaban as a traitor for stealing secrets until I stepped in and asked for house arrest. She was talented and it would be a waste for her to spend the next twenty years in that place. You may think I am soft but she just got in over her head. She was Oliver Wood's daughter, Gloria, and he had told her stories of me while growing up. I could not condemn her even though she had condemned me. Draco and Astoria were furious in my stead since I had to cancel my holiday plans with them.

I shook my head to clear the alcoholic cobwebs out and began to pace around the room. "Back to Japan, I bet I could make it work. I am probably famous over there but it would not be nearly as bad as any of the Western Countries. I would need to learn Japanese but that is easy hell I could pick up some language lozenges for the entire Asian region. I could have it learned by the time Daphne goes to Hogwarts in September. No, most importantly I need to get to Gringotts it will take the longest to get my assets situated for the duration of my time spent abroad."

I immediately left the library to get cleaned up and dawned on one of the bespoke suits I had taken to wearing. I had found a magical tailor, The Branch and the Tail Feather, run by first gens at the Magical end of Savile Row. It was quite expensive but their work was first rate and hands down the best suits in the world. I then aged my face and added grey to my black crow's nest of hair. I would not be considered a metamorphmagus but with the amount of magic saturating my body, the minute changes I made were easy to handle. Give me another decade and I would be able to give Teddy a run for his money.

I apparated to the entryway of Gringotts. I ignored the security Goblins and the whispers that started upon my arrival and walked past the line of waiting magicals to the teller that had ignored them with the confidence seventeen-year-old self would have sold my soul for.

"Teller, take me to the Potter Representative."

The Goblin looked me up and down and with a snarl and spoke, "this way thief."

Did I mention that they were all still bitter about me breaking in and riding off into the sunset on a dragon. Well, they are except for one Goblin and it's only because I make him a lot of money. I stepped through the doorway leaving the teller behind while shutting the door on his face. "Snaggletooth, ol' man it is good to see you again."

The Goblin made what I could only assume passed as a smile for their people. "Harry, I had not been expecting you. You should visit more often since every time you do we make tons of gold. Now have you changed your mind on taking commissions on those spells you created now that they are public knowledge?"

"No I have not and you know that was a group effort."

"You mean they scurried around getting you coffee while you did all the work."

I begrudgingly nodded in acceptance he was not exactly wrong. "I am here because I plan to move to Japan. I want to get my things in order to do so."

Snaggletooth froze then it looked as if an electric shock went through the tiny Goblin. He gave me a look that I have learned to know well. It was like the Goblin hit the Galleon jackpot. "Seriously? I have been wanting to get into the Asian market for decades but it is closed off to anyone not representing a citizen of an Asian nation. I am assuming you want citizenship, I mean, of course you do that's how you are going to make us a lot of money. Do you want to work?"

"I had not thought about it. You know with my money making money I don't really need to work but I would get bored rather quickly if I didn't."

The Goblin nodded his head. "Consider it done."

"This might make it easier for you. Joppy, my folder please." The folder I had been reading earlier appeared on Snaggletooths desk. The Goblin snatched it up and ran through the documents at an awe-inspiring pace. Time was money after all.

"Yes, this will definitely get us fast-tracked. I had never even known the Potter's had assets in Japan. How soon do you plan on moving?"

"Next month after Daphne leaves for Hogwarts."

"Perfect, that will get me there just before the new trading season starts. Is there anything else you need?"

"Could you supply me with language lozenges for the Asian region? I would rather not walk through Diagon Alley."

"Yes, and I will order a set for myself as well." It was obviously on my knut but he was providing a service and what was a few galleons to save myself from the tortures of fame.

"I figured as much. I will grab them from the teller on the way out." Snaggletooth made a copy of the folder and its contents and handed the originals back to me. I made my way to the lobby grabbing my package from the teller's desk without much ado.

"Harry?" A voice I never thought I would hear again came from one of the witch's waiting in line.

I turned to her and her family. "Hello, Hermione. What a pleasant surprise." It wasn't.

"My you look fetching in that suit." I wanted to say she pulled off the homely librarian look quite well or that the silently fuming Ronald looked dashing as a balding beer gutted middle-aged man. But I held my tongue. I would tell Draco later.

Hermione was buttering me up for something. Though if there was one thing that could be said about Harry Potter it's that he could wear a suit.

"Thank you," I said despite the fact that I almost threw up in my mouth by referring to myself in the third person. I really need to stop hanging out with Draco.

"Something you picked up from Gladrags?"

"No, I had it made at the Branch and the Tail Feather." Some free advertising from yours truly to all those idiots trying to listen in on our conversation.

"I have never heard of it."

I just hummed in response. "You have a beautiful family, Hermione. Rose," I addressed the teenager. "You were just a baby the last I saw you. You no doubt will grow into an intelligent and beautiful young woman as your mother had." That was until Ronald got his claws into her and dragged her down. And from his thoughts, I could tell he was just as controlling and petulant as ever.

"Hugo, you look like a strong lad. You are starting Hogwarts this year, correct? So is my goddaughter." At the slight mention of the Malfoy's, I could see the spines of Hermione and Ronald stiffen. It's not surprising, hell, I am surprised that I am best friends with the slimy bastard. But we bonded over Daphne's tragedy and our small families grew close. I was even the healer to deliver Daphne Lily. The first person to hold such a precious gift and that's why I had a job for this young man. "She is sweet and innocent and that's why I need someone to help me look after her while I am not around." I put my hands on his shoulder. Time to sell it. "Can you do that for me, Hugo?"

The boy just nodded but he had stars in his eyes. "Good." And if he gets too close to my sweet little angel I will gut him like a fish. Luckily after scanning his surface thoughts, he doesn't seem to have his dad's anger and jealousy issues.

"You have raised them well Hermione," I said ignoring the balding fat man next to her.

"Thanks, Harry." A tender smile graced her face as she looked over at her children. "Harry, I am trying to push a new initiative through and."

"Sorry, Hermione this is not the time or place." I cut her off to wave at the crowd blocking the entrance to Gringotts. "I will be recusing myself from the Wizengamot for the foreseeable future." There was a hush in the crowd at the proclamation. I was going to make an announcement later but it might as well be now.

"See I told you he wouldn't help. He had forgotten the friends that got him there. Now he's all about fancy suits and balls with the rich and famous."

"Hermione I would have loved helped you if you had come to me earlier. Merlin knows I have reached out to you at least a hundred times for your input on things." She was decent enough to look away in shame.

"If you would like the Daphne Potter Foundation to help you will need to contact Draco or possibly Neville even though he is not one for politics."

"She's not going to talk to that snake!"

"Hermione you know he has changed and he is a good man. We were children then and children do and say stupid things. Though some people never grow out of their childish habits." I glanced at Ronald for the first time.

"Oi! I will show you childish!" The fat balding man child reached for his wand only to my magic react faster by freezing him in place.

"That is my cue to leave. Wouldn't want the Goblins to kill us all." I gestured to the incoming well-armed guards. "And Ronald I am sure your wife will bail you out once again." I turned and apparated to Grimmauld Place. Much to do much to do.

September first came sooner than I had hoped but I had managed to get everything I wanted done. I was even able to have the Potter, Black and Malfoy Libraries transcribed into this nifty little device a first gen created. It was the first completely magical tablet there had been tablets before but they were all mundane conversions. It was the cutting edge of technomancy it even doubled as a focus if you wanted to ditch the wand. I could gush about what this bad boy could do later. Right now, I am relaxing in the Malfoy gardens waiting for them to join me after the last minute packing of their children. Speaking of the little devil, I heard the back doors to the Manor slam open and a screech.

"Daddddy!" Yeah, that was incredibly awkward. Daphne referred to both me and Draco as daddy. To make matters worse she had pitch black raven locks just like myself and my deceased wife. Not one ounce of Astoria's brown or Draco's atrocious platinum blonde could be found. Though it did get us free drinks at some of the pubs in London. Draco could never figure out why and I was not going to correct them because with my background free stuff was free stuff. It always tastes better when it is free.

"Hi angel," I said as I picked her up into a crushing hug. "Did you leave everyone else behind?"

"Yep." She said in pure innocence that would melt the heart of any dark lord. "Mummy told me that you were outside. So I rushed out."

"So is that why you only have one shoe princess?" I called the shoe over to me from the house. "Well let's see if the slipper fits," I said as it flew into my hand and slid it onto her foot. "Perfect. So do you have everything ready for your trip?"

"Yep, daddy has my trunk." She squinted and looked around looking entirely suspicious. "But I snuck out my wand. Mr. Ollivander said you could explain it to me."

"Really?" I said in faux ignorance. "Well let's have a look." She pulled it from the pocket of her robe and handed it over. "Hmm. Oh yes, yes a fine wand indeed." Attempting to sound intellectual but failing badly. "Holly, that same as mine and what's this a newborn Phoenix's tail feather. Do you know what it means to be a newborn Phoenix?" She shook her head no in response. "No one knows how or when Phoenix's are born for the first time but the one who provided this tail feather was the first in over a millennia. It is said that the possibilities for a newborn Phoenix are limitless. What that means for you is that this wand is powerful but it does not lean towards any direction of magic. You can do and be whatever you want princess. The sky's the limit, the world's your oyster and all that jazz."

"Does that mean I can be the next Mrs. Potter?" I laughed awkwardly, children are so precocious sometimes. By this time the Malfoy family including one extra made their way into the garden and from the way the blonde jackass was laughing behind his hand, he heard her.

"Well princess that depends on whether or not I will have children of my own someday." Ha, that sobered the idiot up and hell it made me feel like crap too. They knew all too well my feeling about starting a new relationship and having a family. There was no one who could ever replace my wife.

"Scorpius, you are looking good. Thankfully every day you are looking more and more like your mother."

"Yes, sir I have certainly been blessed." The boy said with a straight face that could not have been performed any better by a professional actor.

"Hey, I get enough of that from Potter. I do not want to hear it from my own son too."

The smart lad ignored his father like everyone else. "Have you met my girlfriend, Rose?"

My eyes drew upwards to the parents that stood behind their children. Their smiles were unmistakable. The cats that had ate fattest juiciest canary ever to be eaten. Oh, the drama at the station is going to be legendary. I should have Draco record it and send it to me. That was the one thing Draco never grew out of, stirring up shit. He was biggest shit stirrer this side of the Atlantic and he knew it.

"Yes, we have met. It is nice to see you again Rose. Draco I assume you have spoken to Hermione since I mentioned to you she needed some help with something."

"Nope." He popped his "P" like the arsehole that he is. "She has not approached the Daphne Foundation as of yet." The grin was feral at this point.

I put my hand on Rose's shoulder. "Good luck sweetheart."

"I thought I was your sweetheart." I had forgotten the limpet around my waist.

"Yeah, Harry I thought Daphne was your sweetheart." Astoria the brown-headed traitor commented. Shit stirrers the lot of them.

"Daphne this was different. I said it to Rose out of pity. She is going to have a rough go of it for the next few hours. But that reminds me, Rose." I pinned the teenager to the ground with my eyes. I almost laughed as I heard her audibly gulp. "If you remember, I gave your brother a task."

She just nodded cause her mouth was too parched to speak. "I need you to watch him. If he gets too close to my little angel and I have to gut him that's on you." I did not wait for a response. "Great! I think we are done here. Daphne would you be a dear and go back to your Mummy it is about time for you to leave to Hogwarts."

"Okay." She hopped down and rushed over to her trunk. It was her first day of Hogwarts which after all is better than Christmas.

"See Tori, you thought I was going to be terrible about the boys she brings around. There is nothing I have to do as long as we got guard dog Potter."

"I have been called worse," I said not even batting an eyelash about being Daphne's guard dog.

"You sure about this Harry?" Astoria switched subjects as she pulled him in for a hug.

"Yes, I will be around for the Yule holidays and my door is open to your family so come visit anytime." After she let go I gave Draco a firm handshake and they were off with their children plus one. No doubt excited about the fireworks to come at the train station.

I made my way to the Ministry. I planned to officially portkey away to South Africa then I would use my Goblin created one to take me to the Japanese Ministry. Portkeys out of the British Isles were tracked but the ones out of Africa were not as the Magical Government was too small and did not have the means too.

The Ministry was as dead as I had hoped. All eyes were pointed at the Hogwarts Express so I met minimal resistance as I vanished from my homeland.

It was night by the time I pulled my motorcycle up to the traditional Japanese manor. There was some resistance to me claiming my family's assets as this home had originally been the Potter's but they had eventually taken the name of Hashimoto. Surprisingly it was the traditionalist who argued in my favor as they believed Japan still owed a debt to the Potter's. It also helped that I agreed to give a lecture on the healing arts and technomancy at Mahoutokoro several times a year. Once that was settled I learned that my family's fame was far-reaching in Japan and not any less than it was in England. Their burgeoning technomagical industry saw to that but unlike England, the social norms of Japan kept many at arm's length.

I slid the door open to my new home. It was going to take some getting used to but it is not like I have not slept on the floor before. At least, Joppy had seen to cleaning the place when we arrived on the island. I found a nice corner on the floor to curl up on and shut my eyes. My magic was already making the floor softer and cooler as I eased into sleep. I could explore my new home tomorrow in the daylight.

I do not know what to tell you. I have become a shut-in since I came to Japan. But it is not my fault, the Japanese Ministry decided they would update my Fuinjutsu library free of charge. They probably heard that the British are looking for me and want me to return to the British Isles. So the Japanese are enticing me to stay and I am not ashamed to say that it is working. I also found the family documents so I could find out about my long lost branch family. Harold Potter revolutionized Japanese Healing and potion making. It was safe to say that he allowed Japan to skip four hundred years of evolution in those crafts. But the good times never last. The Hashimoto family came crashing down in the late 1800s as the youngest son, Hashimoto Haruto, fashioned himself as a dark lord. He was struck down by his very own father, Hashimoto Riku, and burnt from the family tree. Riku then cursed himself, his wife and all his children to be barren as recompense, ending their family line.

All this reading in the garden has done wonders for me as I have never felt this relaxed before but I have an itch that needs to be scratched. No, it is not that itch you pervert. I am talking about being an adrenaline junkie and it is pointing me to this strange door I found in the basement of the Manor. Unlike my younger self, I did not go running through it. It was definitely a magical construct and felt like something I felt regularly during my tenure as an Unspeakable. It feels like the Veil but where the veil feels like an open spout this door feels connected to something.

After doing some research in the Hashimoto's family documents I found out that it is called Howl's Door and it is a gateway of some sort. It was bound by blood to the Hashimoto/Potter bloodline so only those in the Family could find it or use it. On the right side of the door is a dial that had several selections three of the five of them were blank. One is us as the image looks suspiciously like the hallows and the other looks like some artistic rendering of a bird.