"Hello, hello, come in!" A woman with long hair and an airy voice said, smiling at Momo and the three boys. She and Momo looked very similar, so much so that one would guess they were siblings if you didn't know better.

"Thank you for having us." Harry said, feeling a little embarrassed, hovering with his legs at a slightly awkward angle, going first and trying to make sure that he didn't hit anything.

"Trust me, it's our pleasure, I love having guests over." Momo's mum said, beaming at the boys as they passed her into the hall where a man with very thin grey hair, the top of his head bald and his eyes closed with a smile that looked like it never left his face.

"Mum," Momo said firmly, looking at her mother in a way that seemed like she was almost afraid of something. "Please tell me you didn't do any cooking for them."

"Momo, the food I cook is made to be perfect for the needs of the people and the situation, like when you invited your friends over to study, I made brain food." Momo's mother said, as Dudley and Luke sidled past the two women, feeling rather awkward.

"Mum! Did you try what you made!? Do you ever try the food you make before serving?" Momo asked, looking desperate, making Luke feel a sense of foreboding.

The man who had been waiting with them for Momo and her mother to stop talking and lead them to where they were supposed to do gestured for the three boys to follow him and leave the women to their argument, his eyes now open to show that they were a dark grey, but they had a twinkle of kindness that was almost reminiscent of Dumbledore, but somehow felt more real. When you were with Dumbledore it never felt like the twinkle in his eyes was forced or fake or anything less than love and kindness for the person he was looking at, but now it was compared to this man who had little reason to not be hostile towards them, Harry couldn't help but realise how malicious Dumbledore's eyes really were.

"I'll take you all to the ground floor living room." He said once they had turned the corner, Harry flying very slowly to avoid knocking anything over. He didn't think he would be able to afford anything in the house, especially given together they only had £10 and a handful of galleons.

"If you don't mind me asking, what were they talking about?" Dudley asked, both him and Luke walking in front of Harry as it was easier for them to walk faster than Harry.

"Madam Yaoyorozu likes to make food whenever we have guests." He said, bowing as he gestured to the open door, the room inside looking comfortable.

"I don't see the problem with that." Luke said, brows furrowed as he and Dudley took their seats, Harry trying to get into the room without knocking anything over, unfortunately there were fragile looking items by the door on both sides, and the angle best for Harry's legs was too wide for the door.

"The combinations are often ones that only the madam would think of, and thought is rarely given to the taste." The man said with a slight cough, Harry managing to have gotten into the room, and sitting on the surprisingly soft sofa.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, looking up at the man who was still standing, hands behind his back in an attentive position. "I don't think I got your name."

"I am Tanaka, the butler here." He said with another bow.

"I'm Harry Potter, call me whatever you want. That's my cousin Dudley," Harry gestured to Dudley with his whole hand. "Luke is his boyfriend."

"Pleasure to meet you all." Tanaka said with another bow.

"Likewise." Luke said, bobbing his head in a way somewhat similar to a bow, but less than half hearted.

"So sorry for the delay." Momo said, her cheeks flushed as she and her mother entered the room, taking seats roughly opposite the three.

"Please call me Yaomama, it's what all Momo's friends call me." Momo's mother asked with a bright smile.

"Not all my friends, pretty much only Denki calls you that." Momo corrected under her breath Yaomama ignoring her.

"Dinner should be ready before long, is there anything food related that I should know about?" Yaomama asked, her smile still bright and friendly, she seemed very kind even if she and Momo argued.

"Um, I have a rather fixed diet for health reasons." Dudley said, raising his hand slightly, like asking for attention in class, feeling rather awkward.

"Of course, would you rather we ate in the same way or is it okay if we eat the same as our family normally does?" Yaomama asked, looking at Dudley concerned.

"I'm fine if you all eat the same as you normally would." Dudley said, smiling awkwardly, his arm still up awkwardly as it was earlier.

"That's great! Tanaka-san can show you to the kitchen for you to tell the chefs, or you can tell him and he'll pass the message on." Yaomama said, Tanaka bowing again, Harry hoped he didn't hurt his back from bowing so much, it seemed like he bowed a lot.

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Harry's room was big, a little too big for his comfort, but he was far more uncomfortable asking for a smaller room . It wasn't quite as large as the Gryffindor boys' dorm, but it was still too large for one person. Harry assumed that Dudley and Luke got rooms of the same size. He just hoped they could go home soon, or at the very least that he could, but he could understand why they wouldn't have much of a pull to go home. If it was last year, Harry would have been easy to convince to stay here too.

"Honestly," Harry thought, flopping onto his bed and staring at the ceiling, "The Yaoyorozu household feels a lot like Hogwarts..."

They had been told it was best to ask a member of staff to go with them wherever they went as people tended to get lost, but as the staircases didn't move and doors weren't actually walls or vice versa, Harry was pretty sure he could at least get back to the dining room and then the living room.

"If the magic left Hogwarts, that is." Harry added, turning over to stare into the room that felt empty and sterile.

The room was far from being empty by any means, it had the large bed Harry was currently taking up less than half of, spread out, a nice sofa that seemed rather firm just when looking at it, a couple chairs, a desk with a lamp and a desk chair of the same colour as the desk, a fuzzy rug, and a smaller table close to the sofa and chairs. The reason the best word Harry had for the room was empty was that it looked like some picture of a fairly old fashioned rich household, rather than anything with personality. The desk and desk chair were the things with the most personality, they were green and silver and the lamp was painted with cherry blossoms.

He guessed that having the room to himself it meant that even if he had nightmares he wasn't going to wake anyone up. Every now and then the magic that he would put around his bed at Hogwarts would fail and he would wake the others up by screaming, at the Dursleys' he had never fallen asleep properly, so he didn't dream, so couldn't have nightmares.

The number of nightmare he had reduced after the therapy and staying with Sirius and Remus, but nobody could deny that today's events were eventful in a bad way, and overly stressful days made his nightmares worse, and his legs were worse than normal at the moment, which also led to nightmares about the fire, usually ending with Harry not being able to get out, or being thrown in Azkaban.

"Come in!" Harry called out in response to the gentle knock on his door, sitting upright, the soft bed making it easier for his legs to be in the most comfortable position.

"Hello, it's me." Momo said, poking her head into the room, Harry noticing that she seemed to have something in her arms.

"Hi." Harry said with a small wave, Momo stepping inside, Harry still didn't know what she was holding in her arms.

"I brought some stuff that might be good for your legs," Momo said, lifting the stuff in her arms up a little to bring more attention to it. "They're made with quirks, so it should be good for your legs, obviously they can't heal them, but it should feel better tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you." Harry said, he wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to respond, but he was sure what she had brought wasn't cheap, and he had no way of paying her back for it. "Um, why are you giving this to me?"

Momo blinked at him, pausing in her fast stride to Harry's bed in confusion.

"I'm training to be a hero, and you're someone who needs help, and it's not like we can't afford it." Momo said with a shrug, "Can I sit on your bed?"

"Oh, sure." Harry said, Momo sitting down before he could shift over unnecessarily.

"Mind if I put it on for you? You should take it off in the morning when you wake up." Momo said, putting what was in her arms between her and Harry.

"Oh, that's fine, thank you." Harry said.