Dean steps out of the Floo, having just return to the island country of his birth, having left during the Purge of Muggleborn witched and wizards, he and his family left the country to prevent them being killed, escaping to America to finish his wizarding education and also his muggle one. The 23 year old man walked through the ministry thinking back to the pink toad like woman Umbridge who simpering smile caused him to hate the ministry when she forced them to use a blood quill after she discovered the D.A. Her actions colored the ministry as bigoted and backwards, many a muggle raised student saw this, and made alternate plans to return to the muggle world, restarting their educations and taking mailorder classes to get their GSCEs and A-Levels, to get ready to go to university upon their completion of Hogwarts to blend back in in the world they supposedly had left behind.

Dean came back only at the beacons of Gringotts, who said that there was a will pertaining to him and not wanting to anger the goblins who at the moment handled his money, came to the will reading. There was a woman, with the most beautiful sky colored eyes, with no pupils it seemed, also sitting in the room. While the woman had skin the color fertile soil, she was short but lithe, her hair greying at the temples. She turned towards him, and upon lying eyes on him, she sneered at his presence in the office, and then turned and acted as if he was not there. He sat near the desk, when the door opened once more, a young woman only a few years older flew into the room and into the arms of the woman present, she looked like her mother, Dean thinks. When she laid eyes on him, her eyes widen and her lips rounded into an o, then worriedly looked at her mother. The goblin came in before she could speak to him.

As he walked to the desk he introduces himself and those in the room to the recording device. "Welcome to the will reading of Hakeem Desai, in attendance is his wife, Adelia, daughter Aisha, and illegitimate son Dean Thomas-Desai." 'No wonder she is glaring at me, I am the proof of her husband's short comings.' He looks around the room, and says to us all "I am Bonesmasher, and I am the account manager of the Desai vault and reader of the will of the head of house." Bonesmasher dragged his long index nail down a piece of parchment, and a glowing, flickering image of a man with salt and pepper hair, clean shaven, with a face lined with smile lines, showing a permanent joyous expression, began to speak, "I, Hakeem (HAH-keem) Bahadur (bah-HAH-door) Desai do solemnly swear to be of sound body, mind, and magic, and that this is my last will and testament." These words seem to set his daughter, Aisha, off, and she once more began to weep inconsolably into her mother's bosom and her mother Adelia looked at Dean as if he had personally killed the man. The recorded message played on, "I'm sorry to have left you all, and Dean I am sorry for not being present in your life, your mother refused to allow me to see you, know you. I wanted nothing more then to keep you with me in the magical world, but your mother was afraid of what I could do, and kept all knowledge of you hidden, until on your fifth birthday, you appeared on my family tapestry, Adelia do not take the sins of the parents out on the child, he had no fault in this, he thought he was fully muggleborn. Aisha, my dear darling daughter, do not cry, you know what I've always said, 'Laughter before crying makes life worth living'", with this she and her mother spoke along with the quote obviously having heard it all the time, laughing a little as this brought back memories of times long gone.

Hakeem continued on, "Getting down to business, to Adelia, I leave the dowager cottage to you, along with 35 thousand Galleons to you, we grew to love each other, and I wish you to be comfortable. To Aisha, I leave your dowry, the town house in London and an extra 50 thousand Galleons to you, I hope you find someone who loves you and you live a happy, enriched life, and make sure you bring my grandchildren whenever they come to my portrait, I wish I could've stayed. Now to my son, Dean, though you and I never met, you are the last magical male Desai, and I leave the remaining assets and the title of Lord Desai to you, hopefully you will be able to bring the Desai house out into the open. Good luck with all your endeavors in life" With that his image flickered out, leaving silence.

Dean watched the two women in the room, waiting for their reactions to him basically stealing their legacy from them, but they looked at each other, nodded and moved towards him. Dean was worried obviously, he was sure they were going to bludgeon him with a chair leg, but Adelia wrapped her arms around him, hugged him tight, and spoke to him for the first time. "You look like Hakeem, its in the face and your eyes. Your aura is similar and your soul pure." The surprise was evident on his face, she decides it was a good idea to introduce herself and explain, "I am your stepmother of sorts, I am Adelia Desai nee De Luze, and I am from Italy, where my family is the top diviners of Europe, though not all of my relatives see the future or past, many of us have psychic abilities from seeing auras, to just gut feelings that more often then not, are the right things to do. I see auras, but your sister has the ability to see the paths offered to a person and also has the ability is to guide them to the path that is going to give them the most happiness in life."

Dean looked shocked at Aisha, who saw his disbelieving look and shied away. But she stood out of her chair, and with her pale grey eyes, she looked into Dean's eyes, and seemingly went into a trance, her eyes glazing over until all that could be seen was milky white, she opened her mouth and said quite clearly, "Dean, my brother, three paths lay ahead of you one is that you go back to your life in America, one shows you unhappily married to a red headed girl, and the other with the love of your life and the mate of your soul, shall I guide you, or leave it up to fate?" Dean though long and hard, considering his options, and chose to be guided, 'Why would I wait until fate decided' Dean thought, 'Going back to America, would cause me to forfeit the title Hakeem seemed so proud of, and so confident in, and I do NOT want to be unhappily wedded to some red headed chit.' Aisha nods, and with that she places her hand on his chest, and a light flashes leaving behind a tiny Iris in her hands imprint, and explained that the flower will burn in the presence of your soul mate, and to keep an open mind about their identity. He nods, looking forward to this journey, to being happy with one who is his other half. As he, Adelia, and Aisha left the office, he ran face first into someone he hadn't seen since sixth year, for seventh was the height of the war and his mother, stepfather, half-siblings, and he went into hiding. "Harry Potter! As I breath!" Dean look into his eyes and the Iris began to burn, he quickly recover from the shock, and look at him cataloging all the changes that had occurred in the six years that had passed since he saw the man in person. Harry had filled out, no longer waifish looking, but still delicate looking, his hair brushing his shoulders, looking more like curls than the untamed hair of his youth, as his obviously expensive dress robes flared around him, "Dean Thomas, the years have been kind to you," He had definitely missed some major happenings because one thing Harry wasn't, was eloquent. Dean vividly remember Harry fighting to talk to girls at Hogwarts and the way he stuttered and fidgeted did not show this elegant man that had been lying in wait it seems. He must have been too busy checking him out, when Adelia decided to introduce herself to the Savior.