Exhaustion overtook me as we landed. Twelve hour flights shouldn't be taken in one sitting, but Mom wanted to go back as soon as possible.

Heading to baggage claim, I immediately spotted my backpack before picking it up. I also grabbed Harry's and Murata's luggage as I spotted it. Just as I was about to pick up Harry's backpack, I felt a slight push on my back. Not enough to tip me over, but enough for me to realize who it was.

"Murata." I said tiredly, not in the mood to deal with his antics. For about half the summer Murata had been bothering me to tell Harry about the Demon Kingdom and it was tiring to try and explain to him why I wanted the situation quiet. It was hard to explain. Despite all the lies and allusions to what was really going on, every time something was 'revealed' Harry, Ron, and Hermione would treat me differently. It was subtle and slow, but it kinda hurt that they would think any differently of me just because of my position.

Harry actually reacted differently from his two friends. Instead of being more wary, he seemed to respond to me as a kindred spirit, sharing unwanted fame. That was one reason why I enjoyed his company more than anyone else's at Hogwarts, no offense to Ron or Hermione. The only other person who never treated me any different was, oddly enough, Neville. I don't know if this was out of politeness or simply him being his kind self, but it was a welcome diversion.

"You can't keep hiding it from them forever." I knew that. He knew I knew that. But things were different now. Despite everything about the Demon Kingdom that I loved and enjoyed, I had never had the opportunity to share it with anyone outside of my family. My friends from the baseball club, my classmates, even childhood friends had been left in the dark. (Granted, I hadn't been as close to them as I was with my friends from the Demon Kingdom but it still kinda hurt to hide things from them.)

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville . . . .Because of who they were and what they were, I was able to tell them some things . . .not everything but some things. It was a nice change compared to what I had to do when I was in high school, but at the same time, it was horrible.

People looked at me differently, a hidden animosity brewing underneath their eyes. It was a lot like the humans back in the Demon Kingdom. Fear of the unknown, that's what it was. Add in fear from rumors and hearsay and then eventually a riot would break out. God(?) knows it happened several times back home.

I sighed, putting Harry's backpack to the side next to my own larger suitcase. "I will . . .eventually. I just need . . ." I didn't want to say 'time', knowing that wasn't true, especially with the way it seemed to freeze every time I left this world. ". . .more information." I settled on, thinking back to how upset Harry had been over the few letters he had gotten over the summer. Murata and I had tried to get information about what was happening to the Wizarding World now that Voldemort was back, but we were also kept in the dark. It had left Murata surprisingly angry at how little information we were getting.

I heard a slight hum of thought behind me as I continued to wait for the rest of our luggage. Murata only did that when he was deep in thought about something, so I left him to it. "Dumbledore still keeps refusing to answer my letters with anything but vague bullshit." the Great Sage said darkly, tapping his forefinger to his glasses. "It's a good thing you've been able to keep Harry occupied, he doesn't need this right now. Especially since we have no real answers for him."

I rolled my eyes, "What, you're not going to keep information from him 'for his own good'?" I watched the luggage as it tumbled down the slide and made its way to the turning platform. Honestly, you would think it wouldn't be that hard to keep luggage that was checked-in together, together.

"It didn't work very well the first time." Murata sighed. I knew what he was referring to. Not telling me things, keeping me in the dark, pushing me into situations with no preparations. Though we all came out of it just fine, ever since I had begun taking my role as King seriously I had forbid him hiding such vital things from me. Planning was all well and good, but I swear we could have just skipped half the bullshit I had been through and still gotten the boxes and saved the world just fine. "Plus, I don't know why we should keep anything from him. I've asked Dumbledore why he insists on doing this, but all I get is 'he's still a child, let him live his life', and I don't trust the old man enough to really care what he's saying."

I nodded, reaching out to snatch Murata's luggage, "Plus, Harry isn't really a kid anymore. I mean, yeah, he turns fifteen this year but I was fifteen when I started all my adventures. I don't see why he can't be involved." I paused and thought for a second, fiddling with the name tag on the luggage as I did so. "In fact, he's more mature than I was. Plus, he's faced Voldemort like what . . .four times now? I think he's deserved at least some information."

"Then why are you keeping things from him?"

Great, I stuck myself in that one. I sighed, handing Murata his stuff. "I just want more time to be a . . .semi-normal kid. Or maybe . . .I dunno. I just don't want them hating me or something." I shrugged and slung my backpack onto my luggage before doing the same with Harry's. "C'mon, let's go find Harry then get something to eat. I'm starving."

Murata snorted but didn't saying anything as we walked over to where Harry would be meeting us. We found him fidgeting in a chair looking around anxiously before sighing in relief as his eyes locked with mine. I chuckled before heading over to hand Harry his stuff.

"Thanks." He said, looking over his meager backpack and suitcase. "What took you so long?" He asked, curiosity lacing the edges of his emerald eyes.

I shrugged, "Took awhile to get the luggage." I didn't lie. It had been an absurdly long time. "You hungry?" I knew he had to be. Beyond the meal my mom had made us before we left he hadn't eaten a thing.

"Famished." I grinned. Good, an honest answer. I had been getting annoyed by his constant 'I'm fine''s when he had been staying with us.

Tentatively, he smiled back. His nervousness from being left alone earlier disappearing. "Let's go grab something to go or something, so we can just leave and check in to our hotel."

There was a pause, "Uh," Harry's voice spoke up, "'We?'"

I groaned, "Look, as much as I would love to bring you back home Harry, we're in London right now. And it's what . . .four in the morning? I'd rather you not have to take a bus all the way back there." I paused in thought, "How about you just stay with us for the rest of the week? It's not like you need to go back for anything. But if you'd rather stay in your own bed or miss your family or some-"

"No!" I was interrupted from my rabbling by Harry's desperate voice. I inwardly grinned, knowing that my plan was working. "No, I . . .I'll stay with you. If you don't mind."

I grinned outwardly this time, "Then let's go get something to eat~!" I grabbed his forearm before dragging him along to the nearest fast-food joint, ignoring Murata's exasperated head shake as I did so.

What? I wasn't about to let Harry go back to that family if I had anything to say about it.

Me: Sorry about the uuuuuh, really fucking slow update. I just now got some inspiration to write this, soooooo. Yeah. Just so you guys know, I will continue working on this. I have NOT abandoned this fic, I'm just a little . . .distracted with my other fanfiction at the moment, so please be a little patient. Once that Fanfic series is done, I will be able to concentrate on this one (but who knows when that will be eh?) soooo yeah, hope you enjoyed.