A Place to Call Home
The drive from Narita Airport to Karakura Town was long but peaceful. Harry had rented a small car—a simple, compact thing that blended in with the rest of traffic. He wasn’t used to driving on the left side of the road, but after dodging curses and spells in battle, adjusting to new traffic laws felt like a minor challenge.
As he left the bustling highways behind, the scenery shifted. Towering skyscrapers gave way to smaller buildings, traditional homes, and quiet streets lined with trees. Karakura Town wasn’t too big, nor too small. It was exactly the kind of place he had imagined—calm, ordinary, untouched by the chaos he had known for so long.
When he arrived at the real estate office, the receptionist was polite but surprised when he said he wanted to buy a house outright. Most foreigners, especially young ones, didn’t settle in Karakura permanently. But after checking his documents and confirming the payment, they quickly found a place for him.
“A perfect house,” the agent assured him with a smile. “Quiet, just outside the main part of town. No previous owners, so it’s all yours.”
Harry didn’t care much about the details. He just wanted a home. Somewhere he could finally breathe.
After signing the papers and receiving the keys, he drove to the house. It was a simple, traditional-style home with sliding doors, wooden floors, and a small garden in the back. There were no traces of magic, no memories lingering in the walls. Just silence.
As he stepped inside, the weight of everything he had left behind settled on him. He had done it. He was here.
For the first time in his life, Harry Potter was truly alone.
And, for now, that was exactly what he wanted.