HP: The Wizard Slayer

After leaving the chaos of Diagon Alley behind, Toji decided to take a detour into the Muggle world. Wandering through busy streets, hopping between tourist attractions, and marveling at the sheer ordinariness of it all, Toji couldn't help but smirk. "What is time if not to kill?" he mused to himself, casually shoving his hands into his pockets as he strolled through the crowd.

The day went on like that—sightseeing one place after another. Toji watched street performers, snagged a meal from a vendor's stall without paying, and even stopped to listen to a man yelling about the end of the world on a street corner. It was all amusing in its own mundane way, but eventually, he grew bored.

Walking down a particularly crowded street, Toji took to bumping into passersby, his movements smooth and deliberate. Each "accidental" nudge came with a little reward—wallets, loose change, and the occasional watch slipped effortlessly into his pocket. The adults who noticed the scruffy-looking kid swaggering around gave him disapproving stares, but no one dared to confront him.

By the time Toji had gathered enough "funds" for his next move, he flagged down a cab. The driver—a wiry man with a salt-and-pepper beard—glanced at him through the rearview mirror as Toji climbed into the back seat.

"Where to, kid?" the driver asked, his tone laced with mild curiosity.

Toji leaned back, tossing a crumpled bill onto the seat beside him. "Number 4, Privet Drive."

The driver raised an eyebrow, clearly wanting to ask more, but Toji's sharp green eyes sent the message loud and clear: no small talk. The ride was silent save for the occasional hum of the engine and the low chatter of a radio. The driver tried a couple of times to spark a conversation—"So, visiting family?" or "Strange place for a kid to be headed alone"—but Toji ignored him completely, staring out the window as the scenery changed from the bustling city to the quiet monotony of suburbia.

As the cab rolled into Little Whinging, Toji felt a flicker of amusement. The neighborhood was painfully ordinary, with its cookie-cutter houses, meticulously trimmed lawns, and nosy neighbors peeking through lace curtains. It was the kind of place that would bore him to death if he were stuck there too long.

The cab came to a stop in front of a neat, square house with a bright green lawn and a shiny brass "4" on the door. Toji stepped out, tossing another bill at the driver without a word. The man muttered something about "kids these days" before driving off, leaving Toji standing on the pristine sidewalk.

He stared up at Number 4, Privet Drive, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "This is where they're keeping him, huh?" he muttered. It was almost laughable—the Harry Potter, hidden away in a house so ordinary it was practically camouflaged. But Toji wasn't here to admire the scenery.

His reasons for visiting were simple. One: teasing Dumbledore by pulling Harry out of this hellhole. Two: testing something else, something that had been on his mind ever since he'd taken the Philosopher's Stone. It was the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone—or in this case, throw one stone and watch the birds scatter.

Toji strolled up the driveway, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The house looked as boring on the outside as he imagined it was on the inside. Stepping onto the porch, he raised a fist and knocked on the door, three sharp raps that echoed through the quiet street.

He didn't wait long before the door creaked open, revealing the face of a large, beefy man with a thick mustache and a scowl that looked like it had been permanently etched onto his face. Vernon Dursley squinted down at Toji, clearly displeased at the sight of a strange kid standing on his doorstep.

"What do you want?" Vernon barked, his voice gruff and impatient.

Toji tilted his head, giving Vernon an easygoing smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm here to see Harry," he said simply, his tone so casual it almost sounded like he was asking for directions to the nearest park.

Vernon's face twisted in anger. "You've got some nerve, boy! I don't know who you think you are, but—"

Toji held up a hand, cutting him off mid-rant. "Relax, big guy. I'm just here to talk to him. Won't take long."

Vernon's face went from red to purple, his mustache quivering as he prepared to launch into another tirade. But before he could, a soft voice interrupted from behind him. "Who's at the door, Vernon?"

Petunia Dursley's narrow face appeared over her husband's shoulder, her sharp eyes darting between Toji and Vernon. "What's going on?"

Toji gave her a polite nod. "I'm a friend of Harry's," he said, his voice smooth. "Thought I'd drop by for a little visit. You don't mind, do you?"

Petunia's lips thinned into a straight line, and she looked as though she wanted to protest. But before either of the Dursleys could respond, a third voice joined in.

"Toji?"

Harry appeared in the hallway, his wide eyes filled with surprise. Toji gave him a two-fingered salute, his grin widening. "Hey, kid. Fancy meeting you here."

Walking down the pristine sidewalk of Privet Drive, Toji couldn't help but glance back at the house. Behind the door, Vernon was glaring daggers at him through the crack, his mustache twitching furiously. Meanwhile, Dudley, the little pig, had his face smooshed against the window, his wide eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and terror. The sight was almost too much for Toji, who stifled a laugh.

"Your relatives sure are a welcoming bunch," Toji said dryly, his lips curling into a smirk.

Harry glanced back at the house, looking embarrassed. "They're… not great," he muttered. "But how did you even find this place?"

Toji shrugged nonchalantly. "By a cab," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "A cab? That's it?"

"Yep," Toji replied, popping the "p" for emphasis. "Don't think too much about it. Even if I told you, you'd probably think I'm insane. And honestly, you'd probably be right." His grin widened, teasingly.

Harry gave a small, confused laugh, unsure whether to press further. "Okay, but why are you here?" he asked, his curiosity not yet satisfied.

"To get you out of this prison, obviously," Toji said, waving his hand dismissively at the house behind them. "What kind of friend would I be if I left you in that dump?"

Harry blinked in surprise. "Friend?"

"Yeah, don't get used to it," Toji quipped, his tone light. "Now, where's Hagrid? I figured he'd be guarding you like a big, furry bouncer."

"Oh, Hagrid left after we had a little talk about Voldemort," Harry replied, his voice dropping slightly as he mentioned the name. "He told me about what happened. What… he did."

Toji noted the flicker of emotions in Harry's expression—anger, sadness, confusion—all swirling behind those wide green eyes. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, kid, I'm sorry for bringing it up so casually the other day. I had my reasons."

Harry shook his head quickly. "It's okay. Really. I… I think I needed to hear it."

There was a moment of silence before Harry asked, "So… how did the fight with that guy go?"

Toji grinned, his eyes gleaming. "I won, of course. Did you really think otherwise?"

Harry smiled faintly. "I guess not."

Toji stretched dramatically, his casual demeanor returning. "Anyway, listen up. I'm bored as fu—hell," he corrected himself with an exaggerated glance at Harry. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Harry tilted his head. "Get out? Where to?"

"Diagon Alley, obviously," Toji said as if it were the most natural suggestion in the world. "I've got a place there, and honestly, you look like you could use a change of scenery. Plus," he added with a sly grin, "I bet you're itching to try out that shiny new wand of yours."

Harry hesitated, glancing back at Number 4, Privet Drive—the place he had grown up in, the place that had been both his home and his prison. After a moment, he nodded. "Sure, let's go."

"Good choice," Toji said, clapping him on the back. "Let's get moving before your uncle bursts out of the house with a frying pan."

Harry chuckled nervously as they began walking, leaving Privet Drive behind. Little did Harry know, this was just the beginning of the chaos Toji had in store for him.