MKDC-HP

Magic Trick

By: Lighted Candle

chp 1- Early Months in Japan

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Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito

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Prompt/Scene: Harry is raising Teddy away from Britain. While in Japan he runs into assassins. Thinking nothing unusual of it- after all he's been a target since a young age. However the assassins, a certain group of snipers, draw their own conclusions.

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The messy-haired toddler giggled and reached out to the glowing orb in the sky. Smiling a happy, weary grin, his caretaker leaned back in the rocking chair.

"It's another full moon, Teddy." Harry murmured. "Just you and me, the last legacy of the Marauders." The two sat until Teddy yawned and slowly fell asleep as Harry gently combed the toddler's hair with his hand.

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Around Teddy's neck hung a black tiny chain necklace with a very special orb Harry, Hermione, and George had created together. It acted as a portable pensive made without silver, easily the hardest part of their research. Within it, were all the memories of Remus and Tonks that the three Blood War survivors could find. The three of them tinkered and experimented until the library of memories was extremely organized. The memory container was activated by even the smallest amount of magic or blood by its creators or offspring (just in case Teddy or other relative turned out to be a squib). When activated, the person activating it could choose one of three methods of watching the memories: the first was by each memory, the second method by the individual who gave the memory, and the third option was simply chronological order. As a safety precaution, Hermione made sure that after watching memories for a hour, that the viewers would have to return to the real world for at least five minutes (preferably ten) in order to adjust to the mental drain before returning to the memories.

Those memories included only a couple of Remus's pre-Hogwarts days, whereas Andromeda (Teddy's grandmother) had Tonk's childhood very well documented. Then there were the memories of their teachers who had survived the second blood war with the exception of Snape as Harry had held on to the Slytherin's memories. Where the stories from friends of Remus during his time at Hogwarts were sometimes sparse (as most of that generation was dead), Tonks had plenty of surviving friends who had fond recollections of her including Harry's generation. Finally, there were Harry, Hermione, Ron and George's memories of Remus and the stories of the Marauders they were told up until the time of the final battle.

Teddy might be too small to appreciate it now, but at least no one would be able to distort his parents' memory through falsehoods. It was invisible and repelled anyone who didn't already know about it, doubly protected as only Harry (at this time) could pull it off. And Teddy would know his parents through these captured stories- it was the least this godfather could do, especially if anything ever happened to Harry. Not that Harry planned on getting separated from his godson, but the war hero had planned for every outcome he could imagine.

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Harry set down the snoozing bundle in the middle of a nest of blankets. He tucked Teddy in and stepped away, turning towards their living room. Pausing before he closed the window, he looked up at the moon before making an abrupt decision. "Just a small flight." He wordlessly summoned his broom, adjusted the baby monitoring charm and locked down the wards so only he could reenter the small apartment.

Harry closed his eyes as he began to fall backward, flipping over and over in downward circles. A breath filled his lungs with tiny crystals of early fall clouds. Green eyes shot open just before he hit a roof, easily shooting himself back into the sky. Laughing, Harry glided, dipped and twirled in the air as smoothly and expertly as Hedwig had once flown, carving a place among the heavens.

A large clap of thunder startled Harry- he swerved around to see a giant flash of light fading in the distance. Blinking away his temporarily spotted vision, Harry quickly spotted a triangular white sail navigating the skies. Shrugging, Harry turned his attention toward the small always-open market. Now would be a good time to stick up on a few things while Teddy was still asleep.

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Walking briskly towards the shadowed alleyway, the young war veteran scanned the area. His face lit up as he found almost disabled roof-access ladder, darting upwards to feel the brisk wind as he searched for a place to apperate. Just then, the baby-monitoring charm on a slim bracelet buzzed. "Almost home pup." Harry promised Teddy.

He tensed as his senses, fine-tuned to danger caused his skin to crawl. Moving cautiously, Harry carefully kept an eye out for movement. The gunshot still startled him. Jumping into the closest shadow, Harry pinpointed the shooter. Unaware if his ambushing attacker was mundane or magical, Harry reflexively temporarily disillusioned a rock and used a overpowered 'wingardiam leviosa' to aim the rubble at the sniper. It hit the man's left shoulder. The rifle fell out of the marksman's hands and slid off of the slopped roof. Harry snickered as even from the distance separating them, he could tell the assassin was cursing. Vanishing any fallen blood, Harry ducked behind a chimney and apperated away.

As he greeted a fussing two year old, the twenty year old wondered absently how the assassin or his employers had found him. Sighing, Harry decided that they would probably have to move again. Strengthening the wards, Harry went on with his evening. Pulling out tiny squares of chicken for Teddy's dinner, Harry used his other hand to spell everything to be packed into his trunk. Mentally scolding himself for not spotting the killer sooner (if not for the protective weaving in his clothes the bullet would have hit a much more vital area), he made a note to increase his training again.

Teddy babbled happily as he chomped away on the meat with his tiny teeth, waving another cube of poultry in a chubby tiny hand.

Harry pulled out an apple before sitting down at the kitchen table, methodically eating the fruit. As his fingers traced familiar wood in thought, Harry growled in annoyance. Maybe it had just been luck on the shooter's part, but... Could he have been found by his wand signature or another way of using magic? The British magical government was seriously corrupted even after the war. Harry supposed that it would be easy for a determined hunter to find a starting point to narrow down the location of the signals of his registered wand- especially since Harry had been traveling and changing countries often. Disappearing into the mundane world completely would take some work, but at least he could do it.

Plotting, his fingers idly tracing the grain of the wood of the table, Harry decided the best idea would be to lay low until he could get muggle papers and a new wand. He would probably have to put his first and favorite wand under some heavy wards if he wanted to keep it near him as an emergency wand. Hiding it in a vault would be his last option- Harry didn't have many things more sentimental and meaningful to him as his wand. However, far prioritized above sentimental objects was Teddy's survival

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It was over a month later that Harry, his hair dyed a dark red and wearing bright blue contacts, that Harry learned about the Kaitou Kid. Spotting an unusually colorful newspaper, Harry inquired about the recent news.

"KID-sama's latest heist happened near one of the major newspaper companies. Since we his fans don't get to see much of the actual magic so KID-sama left his fans a present! SEE! It looked fine when it printed, but when it gets wet- it turns colors! In fact, it might even be a clue to his next riddle!" The girl squealed.

Bewildered and slightly disturbed by the fanatic fan girl enthusing over a major prankster, Harry decided not to ask her more questions such as why a prankster would be such big news that he'd be on the front of the newspaper- or what a 'heist' or 'riddle' had to do with anything. Bemused as he slipped away, a thought occurred to him and Harry grinned. He didn't envy this 'KID' celebrity his many fan girls at all. He hummed as he looked for a shadow to duck into and head home. The young adult was once again relieved and satisfied with his decision to leave Britain and explore the world. None of that Boy-Who-Lived or Man-Who-Conquered madness had found him here. Neither had that random assassin appeared again... yet.

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The same month held heavy hinting from his landlady that he should start Teddy in a school or a nursery so he, Harry could start socializing with his own age group. In fact, he should meet her niece. Harry politely declined- saying Teddy would be starting school when he was ready to face the world. The land lady looked sympathetically knowing at him- which Harry afterwords decided that she probably thought he was a young widower.

Anyways, Teddy wouldn't be going to school until he could control his metamorphmagy talent better. The charms to deflect attention or disguise the toddler's ability only lasted for so many hours a week. And Harry did socialize- usually via owl to the Weasleys and sometime with people at the marketplace.

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Stretching out on a rooftop, Harry's sharp ears picked up the sound of approaching sirens. Brilliant emerald eyes flickered open as someone in a white suit flew by on a hang-glider. Wondering how a hang-glider compared to flying on a firebolt, Harry lazily waved a simultaneous greeting and farewell. The thin adult closed his eyes. Tomorrow was the full moon and Harry needed all the energy he could get to keep up with the increasingly hyper toddler.

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Up in the sky, Kid briefly wondered why the stranger dismissed him so easily. None of the Kid's fans he had come across would dismiss him so easily. Ah well, he obviously wasn't one of the police or Snake's men. Unless he was merely helping... and had a radio... like a certain Meitantei once had. Making it home safely after taking a doubly tricky route home, Kid quickly forgot about the young man sleeping on the roof. After all, napping on roofs wasn't that uncommon albeit not usually so late.

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At a sushi restaurant, Harry easily picked out the chefs most adept at handling their knives. He appreciated the skill even if he really had time to have actual lessons on fighting with ordinary weapons. Not that Dumbledore (or Ministry) would have allowed it anyway. Too barbaric and not forgiving enough or some other such nonsense that had no place in the middle of a war.

As they were leaving, he heard a loud scream from nearby. Minutes later the police arrived. Curious at how non-magical people solved crimes, he stuck around, grateful that Teddy was a heavy sleeper and that he was paranoid to put a sticking charm on the homemade cap covering the toddler's plentiful multicolored hair. It was more strange and normal than he expected. A tall foolish flop who reminded Harry of the now memory-less Professor Lockheart began spouting out blatant mistruths before suddenly sitting down, laughing off his earlier accusations before calmly and logically deducing the culprit of the murderer. The case wrapped up, the detective going back to his original behavior. Harry pondered over the likelihood of possession vs. normal behavior before shrugging and deciding it wasn't his problem. He didn't need the attention and Mouri-san and those around him were acting as if it was well-known normal behavior for the man.

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Walking down the street, he found another commotion in progress, "Stop that thief!" Three children were chasing after a thundering bulldozer of a man. Darting to the side before he and Teddy could be thrown aside, Harry smirked as he flicked his fingers at the mans pants. Five... four... three... two... one... the man howled in surprise as he crashed on concrete, having tripped over his fallen pants. Too bad for him the police had been within hearing distance. Tapping one of the panting kid's shoulders as they slowed down. Curious black eyes blinked up at him,

"Yes niisan?"

"Do you think the police might want this?" Harry smirked as he held up a large belt.

"Ah!" The boy gasped, drawing his friends attention, "Thank you for stopping him, niisan."

"Whatever do you mean? You three did all the hard work- just be careful alright. Men like that can easily get rough and mean with anyone smaller than them." Harry pressed the belt into the tallest boy's hands before adjusting Teddy on his shoulder.

"Is he your son? The young girl inquired.

Harry smiled, his lingering sadness reappearing, "Yes, and think I'm going to head home and take a nap too." Hopefully he wouldn't have too many nightmares. Harry excused himself, briefly detained by a friendly male police officer, who introduced himself as detective Takagi. Harry assumed the karate woman was his partner as he gave a short statement under the name Mortice Draco (Harry inwardly snickered as he thought of the real Draco's 'mortified' expression to learning Harry was using his name as a code name. Though he might react more to the red hair). He then headed home- the long non-magical way since there were so many people about.

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Time passed in a molasses-like fog. Honestly, Harry knew it was depression. Well that and a mixture of survivors guilt and post-traumatic stress syndrome, but he kept pushing his non-existent emotions (he was just too tired and he'd rather be tired than drowning in negative emotions) away with potions and his shred of occulmency skill. Separated from his best friends and self made family who still lived in Britain, Harry's world view narrowed to only Teddy's needs. Day by day, he struggled and would somehow stubbornly muster up the strength to get out of bed and keep Teddy occupied.

Applauding as Teddy demonstrated a bit of controlled accidental magic- Harry skin and clothes kept changing to the same colors as Teddy's hair, green haunted eyes began sad and remorseful. Because of the second Blood War, Remus and Tonks weren't here to celebrate their son's magical progress with them.

"Dada happy?"

Harry blinked away tears and smiled softly, "You are my happiness, pup." And it was true. But honestly, Harry mostly felt numb. Everything except Teddy seemed so grey, so untouchable that it just faded into a forgetful background. Teddy... well he was an ever-changing bundle of color and bright emotions.

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That afternoon, Harry and Teddy were on a walk through one of Japan's larger gardens. Having gardened for nearly his whole childhood Harry could appreciate the many hours that had gone into shaping the grassy landscape supporting countless blossoms in bloom. Teddy on the other hand was scampering everywhere, sniffing every other flower, even if it was the same kind over and over.

"Maybe I should just fill a room with flowers and let you swim through it." Harry joked fondly. Unfortunately that wouldn't be as easy wandlessly as it would be with his wand. He had yet to get a secondary wand.

"Flower swim! Swim!" Teddy clapped his hands in delight. Harry cut off a yawn- yelping as a tidewater of flowers rose up and bowled him over- the same ones Teddy had touched Harry absently noted. The young adult finally unburied his head.

"Impressive pup. But they aren't our flowers to play with." Harry muttered as he scanned the area for his giggling pup. He pounced. The toddler shrieked in laughter as his godfather tickled him, flowers still scattered on and within his clothing. Lightly scolding Teddy, Harry had the boy help him replant some of the dying flowers. If not for their magic, the flowers would have died anyway, but Harry did want to teach Teddy to respect other people and objects boundaries so his pup wouldn't turn out to be malicious bully. Not only so that Teddy would become a better person than the Marauders were during Hogwarts Harry calmly explained, but because not everything could be fixed magically- and so many magically thinking people tended to forget that. No common sense and furthermore, said magical people had little to non-existent understanding of consequences. Actually the same could be said of muggles, but Teddy's attention was already gone, chasing down a flock of butterflies. Calling the child back, they buried the flowers that were too crushed to replant. As soon as they were done, Harry set Teddy on his shoulders and jogged off to a park ranger station.

"Excuse me, who would I talk to about a donation?" Harry asked the park ranger at the main desk calmly.

"There's a donation box for coins and a scanner for cards there visitor-san." Harry thanked her before politely excusing himself.

He listed his large donation under two categories: 'enjoyment of park' and 'flower damage'. Eyes flicking over to the park ranger, he debated asking if there was some legalities that he needed to take care of. Maybe he could just look it up on the internet. Deciding against it- after all, the two wizards had repaired it the best they could. And besides, it the less attention the better. Just to be safe, they'd change names and disguises again.

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Moving into a new apartment meant that Harry had to spend several days beforehand layering wards... unfortunately with his old wand since he had forgotten about the problem until his third day working on the wards. Groaning, Harry began to alter and tinker with the wards so they'd serve as a decoy location for anyone who came looking for the owner of one 11'' holly and phoenix feather wand crafted by Ollivander. Eventually it was defensive and decorated enough to seem lived in while containing average to extreme (aka war-time) level offensive repellents. Lacing muggle-repellants and wizarding alarms into the walls, Harry finally finished . Breathing heavily- he apperated back to the expandable tent that was their current home for the time being. Said tent was invisible on the top floor of a skyscraper currently in the process of being built.

Walking to the edge where windows had yet to be added, the young adult relaxed wearily, enjoying the bite of the night's breath and the large half moon lingering behind a tall mountain peak. He hopped into the empty frame, a faint wistful smile on his lips.

"Oh Hedwig," Harry breathed, "You would have loved this life. Although you'd probably be motherly bossy in making sure I ate or slept. Which I don't do very well on my own." It was hard to remember to eat. He ate when he cooked for Teddy, but otherwise forgot to feed himself. He chuckled sadly. "I miss you."

He missed a lot of friends. He had lost several during the war. Afterwords, he naively thought the by winning the last battle, the war would end. And it had... for a time, then in a whirlwind of events Aunt Andromeda was dead- murdered defending Teddy from the ministry officials who wanted a pet metamorph assassin and Harry was somehow blamed and labeled an outlaw. He fled Britian with Teddy only to discover that several Death Eaters (conveniently hired by the ministry) were not satisfied with his survival. Then, the truth of Andromeda's murder was revealed by Hermione (strong-arming certain reporters along the way) to the Daily Prophet- really, she would make a brilliantly terrifying detective/lawyer. But Harry no longer felt safe in the UK- especially when there were people seeking to use Teddy like he had once been used. The truth didn't stop various assassins (and the occasional over-the-top madly obsessed fans) from pursuing the Man-Who-Conquered. The truth hadn't stopped Ginny and Ron from being attacked about his location. The Gryffindor felt it was only a matter of time before the ministry started sending actual aurors and hitwizards after him so that they could wave him like a raggedy flag trophy.

When Harry felt himself begin to doze off, he grunted, pushing himself away from the edge of his brooding and landed inside the building... stumbling towards the structure of hidden magics where Teddy would be waking soon.

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Running across connected rooftops, Harry reveled in the exercise after getting through the weekly adventure of getting fresh groceries. (Not that it was usually dangerous at all, but it helped him keep from becoming stir crazy)/ Teddy was tightly bundled against his chest inside his coat, giggling as the breeze ruffled his wild hair in an excited but muted greeting. Whereas Harry's hair fluttered and tangled in the late evening's full airy blast more than ever. As they made their way to a new location to set up their tent, the duo stumbled over a discovery of a large gathering of police officers setting up a barrier around a hotel. Yet it didn't seem to be a hostage situation or anything similar as the police were trying to prevent the early start of a crowd from entering. Maybe a concert? Harry shrugged, it wasn't any of his business.

The camouflaged traps, all non-magical, on the following roof were another story. Frowning, Harry examined each individually. Using his knowledge of pranks from dealing with Fred and George throughout his Hogwart years, he set them to misfire or break depending on how potentially deadly it could be, but look untampered with. Swiftly leaving the area after not seeing the culprit (suspecting the random sniper from a while back), Harry decided that he'd come back to investigate after Teddy fell asleep from the moon energy he would get as part as his father's heritage. Fortunately for Teddy, this meant no painful bone twisting movements because he hadn't become a werewolf. However, his speed, strength, stamina, and sense of smell seemed to grow with each full moon, growing greater than a humans (in comparison to other children Teddy's age), but significantly less than a werewolf.

On the other hand, when Teddy fixated on an animal during this time, he'd stare intently at it (today s example was a reddish brown fox) and it would stare back of him. Teddy would shift his hair color to match the animal's fur. There were times that Harry even found Teddy shifting his human ears to match those of the examined animal. It made Harry wonder if Teddy would be able to combine his father's wolf nature with his mother's shifting talent when he was older. The boy certainly seemed captivated enough, but more than that- it seemed like Teddy could almost understand other canine-like animals.

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Harry had been unable to find out who set such dangerous traps as tussling all night with Teddy led them both to passing out, curled up together on the floor of their tent. Elsewhere...

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"It's not Pandora." Kid easily proved his words by tossing the large ruby into the moonlight, seeming uncaring that the five men and four sniper dots seemed intent on killing him.

"So?" Snake shrugged with a nasty smirk, finger on the trigger, "All the more reason to plug a leak before dawn."

Twisting into a back leap, Kid avoided the bullets with practiced showmanship adrenaline. However before he could escape them entirely, the modern ammunition pierced through his white wings. Via careful desperate maneuvering, Kid escaped crashing face first into the next concrete roof. Darting away from being out in the open, Kid nearly pinwheeled backwards when something moved in the shadows. But to his surprise, instead of skewering him- the wooden darts fired into the wall. Only to bounce off and reveal foam tips. Now properly wary of his landing zone, Kid examined spots for camouflaged traps.

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"...These were already disabled!" Snake snarled in rage as he kicked a subtly flawed trap on a roof Kid had not been remotely near. His men were searching for evidence that Kid had been at least injured with black lights. Nothing! His black eyes narrowed as he seethed- pacing in the shadows. Question was when did it happen? They had kept watch for hours the entire time their safeguards to prevent Kid from escaping had been set up. The interloper had to have been invisible on such a bright and sunny day! It had to have been Kid- he's met very few other with the same level of skill, but they were rare and most were on the organization's side. He was still trying to figure out how Kid switched all the ammunition into harmless objects in the process.

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With a scowl, Kaito examined the dents and souvenirs within his bullet vest. Unwilling to chance that one of the bullets could cause Snake to track his position, an unmasked Kid had holed up in one of his many safe-houses scattered across Japan. Fortunately he had escaped injury, but that would not have been the case if those traps hadn't been disabled. Kaito vowed to be a little more careful of being led into traps in the future. At the same time, Kaito wondered who had helped him.

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With matching heads of white hair, Harry and Teddy ventured into the salt smelling air of a fish market. Countless grains of sand outnumbered the peppered dirt stirred up by hundred of feet. As Harry began to examine one vender's wares, Teddy's nose distracted him from his guardian. One thing led to another- and a near heart collapse later, Harry found happily Teddy munching on squid sticks next to a resting elderly shopper.

"Teddy!" Relieved, Harry scooped his lively son into his arms. His brain seemed to scatter as he scolded Teddy- speaking in a mixture of Japanese and English."What have I told you about running off?"

"Dada!" His godson cheered, waving the stick of fried squid and enthusiastically hitting Harry in the face with it. His green eyes then refocused on a lady who instantly reminded him of Professor McGonagall. Well, as much as she could if Professor McGonagall had been a bird of prey rather than a feline anyway. The last of the Potter bloodline tried to not look paranoid as he discretely re-angled himself away from the wrinkled hand that was tucked into a purse.

"You look young for a father- are you 17?" The elderly lady queried in perfect English, with a noticeable Japanese accent.

Harry let out a strangled sputter, before gloomily sighing, admitting in Japanese, "I'm twenty as of last July."

"Oh, sorry lad. It's just you are just skin and bones!" Her stern demeanor frowned as she tutted disapprovingly, having no issue with switching languages to using Japanese. Those sharp eyes definitely noticed the difference between the healthy toddler (who would have been more chubby if he wasn't so active and getting into everything) and Harry's skeletal frame.

Harry flushed, "I'm a decent cook- I just forget to eat." He defended himself, flinching as he noticed the sharp gray eyes examining him even closer. He wondered if she thought he was see-through, examining the innards of his stomach.

"Oh? Is that so?" She hummed, "You might have to prove that one of these days. Name's Doi Mika. Though, my grandchild calls me Bāya."

"Potts Harrison. This is Teddy." Harry gestured, bowing slightly in gratitude, "Thank you for feeding him. Teddy, what do you say?"

"'anks." Teddy waved, "Bye, bye."

Before Harry could offer to pay her back, Doi-san waved him off, "Call it a gift."

Harry smiled wryly, "He won your heart over, didn't he?"

"Such an adorable toddler." Doi-san agreed with a smirk, "But you didn't hear that from me. Go eat something filling young man."

"Just got enough fish to do so." Harry revealed a string of thirteen fish from out of somewhere (automatic shrinking grocery bag) with a small grin. He made them disappear with a small flourish before Teddy could snatch one and start chowing away.

"A magician then. I hope not a prankster."

"No- didn't really have time to focus on such things. But Teddy will be! He is a Marauders' Living legacy." Harry snickered, "He certainly has plenty of energy to be a kid."

"Are you a Kid fan? You certainly seem like you would be one with the white motif you have going on."

"What do you mean?" Confusion and panic flickered briefly in Harry's green eyes, before his mind flickered back to the incident with the fan girl internally sighing in relief, "Who? Oh, the prankster- his performances are quite big aren't they?"

"Yes, Kid's... performances are indeed crowd gathering." The older lady seemed thoughtful and slightly suspicious. Harry suspected ulterior motives when she gave him her phone number and demanded that he come eat with her some time. He didn't think she was an assassin, but you never know right? With an uneasy laugh, he quickly left as soon as was polite.

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As the two family members left the marketplace, Harry's alarms on his decoy house went off. His sense of urgency was the only visible sign of his unease as he blended into the ocean of people suctioned into the bus.

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Over the next two weeks, Harry successfully avoided whoever it was- likely his aspiring murderers since the apartment that had played decoy had been burnt down. It certainly didn't help his stress levels any that three bodies had been found in the ashes- he wondered how many were coming after him this time. He needed a place to hide Teddy in case any of his enemies caught up. The problem was he didn't have very many acquaintances (having successfully managed to hole up and hide away- no matter how unhealthy isolation was), let alone anyone within Japan that he would entrust his baby boy's safety.

Picking up his godfather's restlessness, Teddy began to whimper and cling to Harry's leg. "Oh, pup. What am I going to do?" He couldn't use his magic yet- the last place with wands, he had exploded more than a few until the wandmaker lost his temper and kicked him out. Well, he could use some spells wandlessly- but hardly any that were actually offensive or defensive. (Such as the color-charm and lighting candles.)

He definitely didn't want to leave things up to chance~ Potter luck was rather... interesting when that happened. And seeing as it hadn't acted up recently, it would happen with the strangest twist of truly terribly bad and uncannily good fortune.

Worst case scenario- if Harry died then a portkey would activate, taking Teddy to Luna, Neville, or Hermione. Actually, scratch that- worst case scenario was that Harry'd be forced to be a weapon again and Teddy was killed.

Fretting, stressed and starved (neglecting to eat one too many times)... it really wasn't much of a surprise when Harry blacked out under the deceptively peaceful scene of a sakura tree trunk.

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Author's Note: So... what do you think?

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...I certainly wasn't planning on the cliff hanger, I promise.

. Though, I would appreciate your thoughts on where/when Harry might wake up.