章節 16: Chapter 16
It was true, in the sense that Vernon had described his experience as a meeting with celestial beings, who had instructed him to live a pious life. Well actually it was a lot longer and included lines from the bible(which Harry had no idea from where, considering Vernon could barely stand Sunday mass, never mind actual reading) that made it seem he had talked to an apostle. Richards continued,
"and has now been so moved, that he has decided to treat you properly?"
The incredulity of the statement could not have been more apparent if he tried.
Harry made a pacifying gesture.
"Its true. That's the reason I managed to make it here in the first place. Don't you believe me?" Puppy dog eyes were tried and tested weapons, the perfected result of thousands of years of evolution, and they did not fail him now.
Richards rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was very very hard to think clearly when those eyes, those incredible mind numbing green eyes were looming over you. It was impossible to resist, there was no way out, he had to give in.
"All right, I believe you-" He could almost see Harry doing his victory dance, "-but are you absolutely sure you didn't just grab your things and run?"
Harry was intrigued. Externally he just pouted. This man, upon who he had sworn not to use his more esoteric abilities (for obvious reasons) was resisting, at least partially, the most potent weapon that children the world over had; that mans will power was awesome.
Harry replied, "Yes, positive. You can call them if you'd like?" he offered.
Richards shook his head before he finished. He had met that man once, and as they say, once was one time too many. Besides, he somehow knew that Harry was telling the truth, at least about getting the Dursley's permission, despite his own staunch belief that the 8 year old was adept enough to convince a tiger it was a cat (and the voice inside his head that screamed that Harry was the cause of it all).
"So you're gonna spend Christmas here?"
"Yes"
"And the Dursleys won't file a kidnapping report?"
"No"
"Positive?"
"God! Yes already!"
Richard finally nodded, accepting it, Harry would be staying.
The next few days were fun. They played chess, watched movies, retold war stories, toured the old mans WWII memorabilia collection, had Star Wars marathons, talked about sciences that normal 8 year olds had no interest in(but helped Harry's wind related knowledge immensely), exchanged cooking secrets and did other odd things that would be considered unusual among another pair their ages. They exchanged gifts for Christmas, Richards getting a delicious dinner, courtesy Harry, and Harry getting a bamboo practice sword and kendo videos, courtesy of Richards son, an electronics engineer at a Japanese firm. All in all, it was a fun couple of days.
Before Harry left after their time together though, Richards gave him one last thing to think about. He said,"Now would be a great time to ask them about your parents. If they have really changed, maybe they'll actually tell you who they were and how they died. Just think about it."
Harry asked the Dursleys the magic question exactly on the 29th of December. By the time that day ended, he had been left with more questions than answers. Magic was real. His freakishness was the above mentioned magic. His mother and father also had it. They attended a school, run by a certain 'Dumbledore' who was also the one who sent him here. His parents were killed by some evil magic wielders. They still lived free and were seeking revenge, apparently. He would also be invited to the magical school when he turned 11. They used sticks that sent beams of light that did freakish things. There was someplace in London where his mother had gone to get her magical stuff. No, they didn't know where it was or how to get there. Dumbledore was a very old man. His eyes twinkled. They used brooms to fly. They could also teleport with a 'pop'. Oh, and they regularly drank stuff made with such ingredients armadillo bile and newt eyes. Or was it armadillo eyes and newt bile?
Needless to say, his brain had nearly short-circuited in the end with the random facts his aunt was quite eager to provide and seemingly pulled out just as she appeared to have finished. In the end, he simply decided that he would be better of continuing what he was already doing, only at an accelerated pace. He would quit school. There was very little necessity, considering that he would be going to this school when he was eleven anyway. He could home school till then in the subjects that really mattered, like science (physics was such a fascinating thing) and of course everything he himself had and would develop. Fuinjutsu was also going to have to be given a higher priority. He also had to give puppetry a try. He had to gain ability in other elements. Shadow clones had to be perfected and improved upon if possible. So many things simply had to be done. He wondered if he would be ready in time. He had just two and a half years after all...
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A few weeks later in London, a certain Japanese man was putting the finishing touches on his report to his superior. After the regular bits were covered, he added an extra bit that he felt needed to be reported.
"There are frequent energy fluctuations detected from the Surrey area. Energy is not sorcery or ninjutsu. Source is shielded and exact location is untraceable. Will monitor..."
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