Prologue

Italy, 1991

''Stupefy'' A boy with green eyes and short shocking neon green coloured spiky hair exclaimed. After he said that a red beam of light shot out of the wand the boy was holding in his left hand.

The beam moved across the room and missed the intended conjured target by quite a margin.

''Merda ,'' the boy cursed as he saw how his stunning spell missed.

''Still trying to cast with your non-dominate hand?'' Amused voice asked from behind him.

The boy turner around and spotted a girl who was slightly shorter than him, had long blond hair and blue eyes. ''Hey Amy,'' He greeted the girl and turned back to his target.

''Stupefy'' he said again.

The red beam of light missed again, but this time it was definitely closer to the target which made the boy smile. ''See I will get there eventually.'' He said before muttering. ''No way I am going to lose another tournament just because I broke my wand arm.''

Amy shook her head, her friend could be a bit competitive sometimes. ''Harry,'' She said to get the boys attention.

The now identified Harry, who was about to fire the spell again turned his attention back to the blond.

''Your father wants to speak with you, Bella and me in his office.''

Harry quirked an eyebrow at this. As far as he knew his father had no reason to speak with all three of them at the same time.

''Do you know what it is about?''

Amy shrugged, ''I don't know, but your father didn't look angry when he asked me to fetch you and Bella, so I doubt we are in trouble.''

''Let's go get Bella then, so we can see what father wants.'' Harry said as he put his wand back the wandholster that was strapped around his wrist.

''To the library then?'' Amy suggested.

Harry rolled his eyes, ''Where else?''

Amy could only agree with that statement. If she was looking for her best female friend than there would be a very good chance that the girl was in the library.

When they arrived at the library they moved over to the long table that was in the middle of the room. Sitting in one of the chairs by the table was the girl they were looking for.

The girl in question had shoulder length straight black hair, dull grey eyes in which if you looked closely you could see hints of red. And despite being the same age as the other two teens in the room she was a full head shorter than Harry, something which irked her greatly as if it wasn't for her developing 'assets' she could be easily be mistaken for twelve year old, instead of the fourteen she was.

''Hey Bella,'' Harry greeted. ''Father wants to speak to the three of us. I am not sure why.''

The girl looked a bit irritated at hearing this and gave the book a longing glance before closing it and putting it back at its place on the bookshelf.

Twenty minutes later found the trio standing in an office, facing a desk with a man sitting behind it who looks to be somewhere in his mid-thirties. All three of them were giving the man looks of varying levels of disbelief.

''You want us to do what?'' Harry asked in disbelief.

The man sighted, he honestly couldn't say he hadn't expected this reaction. ''I want you to go to Hogwarts next year.'' He said to the boy.

He then addressed the two girls. ''And I would appreciate it if you two would accompany him.''

''But those people are there.'' The boy said in slightly shaky tone before continuing in a more angry tone. ''And how can you ask the Bella and Amy to go there? You know how racist the people there are and you want them to go there?''

Bella put her hand on Harry's shoulder and gave him a look that told him to calm down. She wasn't very fond of the idea of going to Britain either, but the least they could do was listen.

Seeing that Bella had managed to calm Harry down, Amy asked the questions she had been wondering since she first heard the request of the man in front of her. 'Why do you want us to go to Hogwarts? Didn't you tell us that you didn't trust the headmaster of that place anymore after that incident?''

After mentioning the incident, she quickly looked at the boy in concern to see how he would react, but it seem he was using his Occlumency training because his face was completely void of any emotions.

The man sighted when he spotted the blank look on he adopted son face. His wife had taught all three teens in front of him the basics of Occlumency. Each of them was able enough in the art to suppress any emotion, but he always thought that you shouldn't use it too often since feeling emotions is what makes us human, but he knew that his son didn't want to look weak.

After a moment of hesitation the man began explaining. ''Things are stirring again in Britain. It's been nearly a decade since the dark lord Voldemort has been killed and since then I have been receiving a incising number of reports of corruption within the ministry there; ranging from bribery to escape trials for the followers of Voldemort to those exact same followers using their power within their ministry to freeze up their Auror program. The reports seems to indicate that the pure-blood movement is preparing for something, but I am not sure what, especially with their leader dead and their second-in command in prison.''

''Could those Death Eaters have joined Meracus?'' Amy suggested.

The man looked thoughtful and said. ''Maybe … , but I honestly doubt it. There goals are somewhat similar, but too different for them to work together.''

''So why do you want us specifically at Hogwarts?'' Bella asked. ''I doubt we can find information on Death Eaters dealing there, unless they are stupid enough to tell their children.''

''A month ago Dumbledore contacted me and said that the stone is in great danger and that he could offer the best possible protection for it. Now as you know there have been many attempts to steal the stone and the defences for it have always easily been able to keep the attackers out. Dumbledore knows this and yet he boldly claims that he can protect it better. You can say many things about that man, but he isn't dumb. Something is going to happen and I need to know what.''

''So that is why you want us at Hogwarts?'' The blond asked.

The man nodded ''I am going to make a fake stone and I am going to give it to Dumbledore. The stone will be so well made that I doubt anyone, but me can see the difference between the fake and the real one. Knowing the man as I do I am pretty sure he will safeguard the stone at Hogwarts. I want you three to find out who is after it while you are there.''

''Can't you just force him to tell you who it is that is after it?'' Harry asked.

''Unfortunately, Dumbledore although younger and less experienced than me is vastly more powerful than me. He will detect a Legamacy probe immediately and he isn't stupid enough to drink or eat anything prepared by a alchemist and master potion maker. There is little choice but to research it at the source.''

The boy looked conflicted. In front of him sat the man who was his father in all but blood. The man who had saved him from a live of misery and who had taught him almost everything he knew. This was the first request he had ever given him. He could hardly refuse him even if it meant going back to his homeland and seeing those people again.

Seeing his son conflicted look the man decided to give him some added incentive. ''If you do it then I allow you to keep that hair colour for the rest of the year.''

Harry quirked a eyebrow at hearing this. His father only allowed him to dye his hair in a colour of his own choice or the one the girls choose after he lost another bet during the summer. The rest of the year he had his natural hair colour.

Seeing that the carrot was already tempting his son the man decided to use the stick. ''If you don't go then I will arrange for you to spend the next year having daily spars with Angana.''

The boy's tanned skin paled considerably after hearing this. If he wasn't planning on accepting the request before then he was sure he would accept right now.

The two girls on his side saw the guy pale and honestly they couldn't really blame him for it. To put it mildly, Angana could definitely be called enthusiastic when sparing. Others would call this a vast understatement and would call her less favourable terms

''Very well I accept.'' The guy said. '' I only have one condition, ...''

Before he could make his request both the girls exclaimed almost simultaneously. ''NO!''

Taken aback by their sudden exclamation, the boy said. ''What? I didn't say anything yet.''

The black haired girl snorted. ''Do you really think we need to hear you finish before knowing what you were going to say? Correct me if I was wrong; you were going to say something along the lines that Amy and I shouldn't come with you because it is dangerous there.''

''Don't bother to respond, Harry.'' Amy said before the boy could say anything. ''Do you really think we don't know you after all those years? And if you really think we will allow you to go their alone then you really are an idiot.''

Harry wanted to protest, but seeing both the girls glaring at him he decided to do the wise thing and remain silent. Both girls grinned at seeing that.

''What about training?'' Harry inquired.

'Your next duelling tournament isn't until the next summer vacation so you can train for that on school. I contacted your Quidditch coach and he said as long as all three of you practice your formations on your own, you don't have to attend training as the U-17 tournament isn't until summer vacation and you guys don't have to play in the preliminaries as you are last year champions so you have the first couple of weeks to practice as a team. I also contacted Master Li and explained the situation, he will probably send you a letter himself.''

''Fine,'' Harry eventually said. ''We will go, but you can't expect us to wear to pathetic excuses that they pass off as clothes.''