Stefan Damien Ash sighed loudly as he set down yet another old tome from his Sire's extensive library. He had been searching for 20 years for the solution to his problem and he still didn't have much of a solution. He needed his mate and time was running out. As far as he was able to tell from what little his research had shown him he wasn't even on the same world as his mate. That was the main problem if he wasn't at least on the world his mate would be born on by his 200th birthday some unpleasant consequences were going to come into play though his Sire had refused to tell him what exactly those were.
'Then again if I had to have a mate, of course he had to be born on another world' Stefan huffed.
He had shed his old name like it had the plague the day he was Turned and yet the stigma of never being normal still followed him everywhere. Nope Stefan Damien Ash, formally Harry James Potter could not possibly be normal if his life depended on it. Ironically it just might.
The sound of the door opening behind his chair caused him to look up and note his Sire standing in the door way looking at him with a rumpled leather bound book in hand.
"Morning, Stefan. Have you found it yet?"
"No, Father. Have you given up this ridiculous idea of making me search for it and decided to give it to me yet?"
"I expected you to find it by now," Tristan Ash said worriedly staring at the boy who had become his son. "Your birthday is in 2 weeks, so I guess if you can't find it in the library……." He trailed off holding out the red leather book still clutched in his hand.
Eagerly opening the book after watching as his father shuffled slowly out of the library Stefan turned pages until coming to the one entry in the book that he needed:
The call to Soul Spell
This spell is most often used by younger magical beings whose mate has not been found for most it will do no more then show a vision of the mate and the area where they can be found. The exceptions to this rule are those with soul mates who inhabit other dimensions or even other planets and time frames.
The incantation used is: Advoco ut animus
The caster of this spell should be sure to rest plenty before casting this spell as if you are one of those who will be thrown to another world the landing is said to being terrible and the spell will drain even the most powerful of casters.
"Finally!" Stefan exclaimed slamming the book closed on the desk in front of him and jumping from his chair he raced down the corridor after his father. "Father!" he yelled rushing into the room.
"You know, Stef, you may not be 16 anymore but you still look like it and sometimes, like now, you act like it too." Tristan drawled amusement coating the words and causing Stefan to stick his tongue out childishly. "Now you obviously found the entry, yes?"
"Yep! Though it says I should rest up before I cast it so I figured I would go for the day before my birthday to give me time to get ready."
"Well there goes my hope that you won't be suddenly pulled away from me…" Tristan said turning away slightly so Stefan won't see the brightness of his eyes. Feeling a strong pair of arms come around him he turned back to look in his son's eyes. "You should go down to Gringotts and empty your accounts so you have some money, be sure to go shopping and get some stuff for the trip."
"I'll go tomorrow, I need to get some sleep I been up for hours looking through that library. Do you want to come with me, Sire?"
"No, little one, I will let you do this one on your own. You certainly have the training and experience to survive on your own with the mortals. Just cover your face up you know they don't know your still alive and they all still know your face, Mr. Savior of the Wizarding World and Defeater of Voldemort." He said with a smirk at the groan coming from his son.
Still groaning Stefan ran out the door leaving his father still in his elegantly appointed private study.
The next morning after his morning ritual of training he took a quick shower and dressed before running downstairs his crimson hooded robe still dangling from his hand as he made his way too the dining room for breakfast.
"Morning, Father!" he chirped happily draping the cumbersome cloak over the back of his chair as he sat down and helped himself to eggs, bacon and toast.
"Morning, Oh Hyper One. Honestly, Son, how can you stand to be a morning person? For that matter, how can I stand you being a morning person?" his father groaned tiredly not even looking up from his own breakfast.
"Because you love me?" Stefan inquired trying and failing to look innocent.
"Be gone with you, brat!"
Laughing Stefan grabbed his cloak and ran out the door slipping the heavy velvet on before shadow walking to the entrance of Gringotts. Nodding to the Guard Goblins he walked into the large white marble entrance hall and over to the nearest open queue.
"I need to talk to the manager of my account."
"Sharptooth!" yelled the goblin teller.
"Yes sir?" another goblin replied running up to them.
"Take this young man to the manager of the Ash Estate, Sharptooth."
"Follow me." The short goblin replied trying to act surly as he edged slowly away from Stefan as if he was going to attack him at any moment.
"You know goblin blood doesn't really taste that good so if you're worried I'm going to eat you I promise I won't….. unless of course you irritate me too much then I might get just a little bit hungry." Stefan said smiling wickedly down at the goblin who looked shocked for a second before breaking into a feral grin and relaxing.
A long walk through many twisting hallways later and they were stopping outside a door stamped with an emerald pentagram on a blood red field.
"Thank you, Sharptooth." Stefan said as the goblin knocked on the door before leaving Stefan to enter on his own. Going through the door Stefan sees what was probably the oldest goblin in the bank looking back at him from behind a large dark stained mahogany desk.
Giving a sharp fanged grin the elder goblin stood and held out his hand to the cloaked figure across from him. "Ah, it's the young lord I thought I might be seeing you soon."
"Good Morning, Ragnok. I trust you are well these days?" Stefan asked politely.
"Yes, of course, young lord, how may I help you today?"
"Ah well as you probably know we discovered that my mate was off world somewhere and so now I need to do a spell to bring me to him but my father has said there is no reason for me to leave with nothing on me so today I'm going shopping and I would like to empty the Potter, Black and Evans vaults so I have some gold to take with me." Stefan said with a fanged grin of his own. "I'm going to need a lot of supplies though I have no idea what condition the world is in and I am so not sleeping outside on the ground if I'm nowhere near civilization when I land there."
"Yes I thought that might be the case so I took the liberty of drawing up the paperwork yesterday so all you need to do is sign it and I'll have the money transferred to a bottomless trunk for you. For a fee I can have one of our bottomless pouches hooked up to it though I don't know how well it would survive the spell."
"That would be wonderful, thank you Ragnok!"
Twenty minutes and a cramped hand later saw Stefan holding a palm-sized green leather pouch in his hand walking out of the bank headed for Traveler's Treasure Trove. Walking into the store Stefan started looking around at the displays when a clerk came up to him from behind the counter.
"May I help you, sir?"
"Yes, I am looking for a large tent that could double for a house but can be shrunk so it isn't too bulky."
"Ah yes sir all the tents here can be shrunk quite easily though some of them are bigger than others could you tell me what kind of inside you are looking for?"
"I need a large bedroom with a king sized bed and a walk in closet that will expand to fit my wardrobe and a library that never runs out of space. Some guest rooms and a kitchen/dining room. That's just basic though if you have any recommendations that would be great."
"You'll be wanting this one then, good sir, it's got a nice size master bedroom, 10 guest rooms, 5 baths including one off the master suite, a large kitchen and dining room, a library and even a potions lab/ dueling chamber."
"Perfect! I'll take it and a few of your fridge packs please." Stefan said with a small smile careful not to reveal his fangs to the storekeeper. Even after almost 200 years the Wizarding World was still quite prejudiced.
AN: I have more of it written up but it is on a comp without internet so I have to find a disk to transfer it.