Ice Prince Alchemist

9foxgrl

The Invitation

Zephyrus followed his mother into Central Command with anticipation. In the morning he had shown her his new ability by freezing the fountain outside the estate, he managed to thaw it out as well, but not before causing some accidental mishaps involving the plumbing system and his grandmother's demon of a cat. The plan was to go to the hospital and meet with the Elric brothers after the meeting in order to prepare a set up for Zephyrus' apprenticeship before they returned to Resembool.

He knew by now word of his existence had spread. But he wasn't fully prepared to be gawked at and the whispers that he met when they arrived.

"Hey is that him?"

"One of those kids that was fighting against those monsters."

"What's he doing with General Armstrong?"

"That's her son."

"What?"

"Are you serious?"

"Just ignore them." Olivier whispered to him as she glared at the men who had been staring at them. They flinched and ran off.

To his surprise Ethan was at Central with his father Lieutenant Fabian Prewett and Lisa was in the company of Roy Mustang.

"Lisa, how are you?" Zephyrus asked.

"I'm okay considering…Colonel Mustang made me his apprentice so I can learn to control my fire and combustion alchemy better. I've been made his and Hawkeye's ward until further notice."

"From how Hawkeye describes it, you don't need much control in the explosion department." Roy laughed.

"Careful Colonel, she might take your spot at Eastern Command in a few years." Ethan's father joked.

"Anyone with more than half a brain could do better than Mustang, Lieutenant Prewett." Olivier replied.

Roy flinched.

"The Fuhrer will see you now." the secretary spoke up as she entered.

"Ah, come in!" Grumman said cheerfully from his office. "How is everyone? Good I hope!"

"May I ask what this meeting is about sir?" the tall red haired man, Zephyrus now knew as Lieutenant Fabian Prewett, asked.

"The reason I called you here are these letters that mysterious appeared here the other day via fire bird." Grumman said as he placed three letters written on heavy parchment onto the desk. "Although I don't recognize the name on one of these, just the address."

Fabian paled at the insignia on the letters.

"No, and here I hoped they couldn't find us."

"I take it you recognize these?" Grumman asked.

Fabian glared at the letter like it was tainted and objects in the office started to shake.

"How dare…they…how dare they?" he hissed.

"Uh Dad…you're kind of making the room shake…" Ethan said slowly backing away.

"LIEUTENANT PREWETT! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AND EXPLAIN WHAT THIS IS!" Olivier snapped making the man calm down a little.

Fabian growled. "These letters are from a private magic school in the United Kingdom. The Headmaster is a manipulative Old Goat who thinks that all he does is for the 'Greater Good' and doesn't care about who gets hurt along the way, as long as the outcome is in his favor."

"Magic doesn't exist." Roy replied.

"Yes it does." The Armstrongs replied in unison.

"Wait- what?"

"Demonstrate Zephyrus."

Zephyrus pointed at a book on Grumman shelf and had it float over to him and had it change several colors before levitating it back.

"As you can see Zephyrus has excellent control." Olivier said secretly enjoying the look of disbelief on her colleague's face.

"How did you find out?" Fabain asked.

Olivier smirked. "Before or after he turned Alex into a chicken as a child?"

Zephyrus blushed.

*Flashback*

"Father, Mother, this is my son Zephyrus." Olivier said encouraging her son to stand in front of her instead of behind her coat tails.

"Hello." Zephyrus said timidly. His grandmother and aunts were huge!

"HE'S SO ADORABLE OLIVIER!" the Armstrong matriarch and her daughters cheered.

Zephyrus whimpered a bit and backed up into his uncle who had just arrived.

"HELLO THERE!" Alex yelled scarring his timid nephew out of his wits.

"MOTHER!" Zephyrus yelled as he ran back to his mother, not hearing a near silent pop. He then felt his mother start to shake with silent laughter.

He turned and saw a confused bulky white rooster with a curly yellow feather on his head.

BWAK?

*End Flashback*

"It lasted only a few minutes, but it was worth it." Olivier snickered much to Roy's horror.

Zephyrus blushed. "It was an accident."

"After he started learning how to make things float we chalked it up to be a rare ability like telekinesis, but we found a book in a North City thrift shop that best described it."

"What book?" Fabian asked.

"A Parent's Guide to Dealing with Accidental Magic by Charles E. Winchester Ph.D. a professor from Montreal Magic Academy. It was greatly worn out but still legible." Zephyrus replied.

Ethan was not listening entirely to the group's conversation, but reading his letter with excitement. Up until now, he had only heard about Hogwarts from an old journal his father had kept from his life in the United Kingdom. There was mentions of rivalries, first crushes, pranks, and family ties that were tested again and again during the Wizarding War.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ethan Prewett,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31st

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Although…I do find it odd that you are getting them now...they normally arrive on your eleventh birthday..." Fabian muttered. "Lisa, Zephyrus, when did you turn eleven?"

"June 24th." Lisa replied.

"December 21st."

"Then you should have gotten those months ago."

"Is it possible the National Transmutation circle blocked them from being received?" Roy asked.

"There is a possibility…"

"Mother, I think we have a problem." Zephyrus said lowly.

"What is it?"

Zephyrus glared at the envelope. "Other than this is addressed to my birth name and they know where I live."

Olivier looked at the name scrawled in green ink.

Harry Potter

5th Bedroom on the 3rd floor

Armstrong Manor

"They know…where you live." Olivier growled. "I think we will have to upgrade our security."

"The address was written by a magical quill, not hand." Fabian said.

"Still." the two Armstrongs said with evil looks. "This is spying."

Suddenly Fabian did a double take at the name written on Zephyrus' letter.

"General...was Zephyrus adopted?"

"Yes." Olivier replied warily.

"...I think there is something you all should know then." Fabian replied as he ran his hand through his dark red hair. "It more than likely a matter of national security...His life might be endanger if he goes to this school."

"And why is that?" Grumman asked, his eyes narrowing.

"It all started in 1979...My brother Gideon and I were Aurors-"

"Aurors?"

"Aurors are the magical equivalent of a police officer. We were assigned to a small village where a possible member of a group run by a man using the alias 'Lord Voldemort' had been terrorizing Britain for several years had been spotted. We had been waiting in a pub to ambush him when we ran into another suspected member. We were about to arrest them when we heard a Seer make a prophecy."

"What's a Seer?" Roy asked in confusion.

"Seers are those who have the 'Sight'. They can see into the future and forewarn of disasters or coming of heroes by telling a prophecy." Fabian explained.

"So they're like fortunetellers?" Zephyrus deadpanned as he thought of the woman in Xing who told Catherine her future.

"I suppose that is the best way to phrase it." Fabian replied.

"What does this 'Seer' have to do with me?"

Fabian tensed a moment before reciting those words that damned the child from the day he was born.

"The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the Seventh dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal… but He will have a power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the Seventh month dies."

"The suspected man we were tailing was a spy working for the Dark Lord in question managed to escape and deliver the first part of the prophecy to him. As for Gideon and I...well...Not long after this prophecy was made Gideon and I were ordered to go north of Suffix a few days later; we had been set up, it had been an ambush. Gideon forced our attackers to go after him so I could go save my wife and leave the country so our child would have a chance to live..." Fabian paused as he remembered his brother's sacrifice.

"Finally in November 1981 one of my contacts in Amsterdam managed to get a hold of me and send news that the organization had fallen apart. Their leader had acted on the prophecy and attacked a family whose child was born in late July." his eyes flickered to Zephyrus sadly. "The Potters were all killed...expect for their one year old who survived with only a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Thus dubbing him 'the Boy-Who-Lived'."

Olivier and Zephyrus tensed at the mention of the scar. Only Roy noticed Lisa flinch. Zephyrus shakily moved his bangs to show his unblemished forehead.

"It healed up when I was four." he muttered. He clenched his fists before stating incredulously. "If they really saw as some kind of hero then why was I abandoned?"

Fabian shrugged. "From what I gathered the Old Goat thought it would be best to keep you out of the limelight. So He placed you with your mother's relatives in the non-magical community until it would be time for you to go to Hogwarts. Your birth name is well known throughout Europe and in other magical communities internationally. I guess somewhere along the line you ended up here..."

'Yeah, beaten and nearly frozen to death.' Zephyrus thought viciously.

"So...because of some cryptic puzzle these idiots think that my son is some kind of messiah?" Olivier asked.

"Why the Hell would I give a damn about a culture that threw me to the wolves after my birth parents were killed?" Zephyrus hissed.

"Amen to that." Fabian sighed. He could help but feel the same way after he first moved to Amestris. While the country was a tad behind industrial wise compared to much of Western Europe due to their micro-nation status and lack of stable trade with surrounding neighboring nations, the Wizarding World was even further behind.

"How well known is this Prophecy?" Grumman asked.

"Only a small handful know of its existence, and other than myself. Currently livening, the only others who know of its contents are the Headmaster and the former spy."

"What about...this Seer?"

Fabian groaned. "Here's the thing, she can't remember any of the actual Prophesies so many believe her to be a fraud."

"That would work in our favor then." Roy commented. "At least this way, we can hope Zephyrus won't get mobbed in Britain."

"Good luck with that." the wizard commented.

"Do we have to go to Hogwarts?" Lisa asked. "Aren't there other magic schools?"

"Several...but if you haven't received an invitation to them by now..."

"Can't they just deny their acceptance letters?"

"Unfortunately if they do...then they'll have to have their magic sealed off in order to prevent accidents." Fabian replied.

Roy and Olivier twitched.

"And in Zephyrus' case...because he's a 'celebrity' they would more than likely force him to go."

Zephyrus swore.

*Ice Prince Alchemist*

"I've discussed a training regime with Fullmetal. From mid-June to late August you will be in Resembool under his tutelage and some traveling across Amestris. During the holidays you will be back at Briggs. I've asked to him to make sure you can create a weapon in an instant as part of your combat training."

"Yes Mother."

"From Fabain's information these wizards don't hold much value on physical fitness unless you are a member of these…Quidditch teams…so don't slack off on your training. Your exam will be on July 31st in two years' time."

"Yes Mother. Do you think I will be allowed to carry my sword at school?"

"What do you think?"

"I will carry it concealed along with my knives Mother." Zephyrus replied.

Olivier looked at him almost tiredly as they arrived at Central train station. "You'll be brought back August 20th so we can go to London and get your supplies for school. Best of luck, and Zephyrus?"

"Yes?"

"Try not to get killed."


When Zephyrus arrived in Resembool he wasn't expecting to be knocked unconscious the second he turned his back to Ed, when he awoke he found himself in the woods with his stuff missing. He looked around and found a hunting knife embedded in a tree along with a note.

Zephyrus,

In order to prove yourself worth my time you will have to do the tradition test.

You must spend the rest of April here in the woods using a knife as your only aid. No Alchemy, and NO Magic!

Also, you must solve this puzzle;

One is All, All is One

Ed

Zephyrus blinked a few times before looking up to the sky and swore at the top of his lungs.

'I might as well see where I am.' he thought as he tucked the knife into his belt and started to climb one of the trees. When arrived at the top he looked around. He was surrounded by miles and miles of trees with no visible roads.

"The next time I see Ed, I am punching him in the face." Zephyrus cursed as he started to climb down. "What else could go wrong?"

Thunder boomed and then a down pour began. The branch he was holding onto snapped and he fell down roughly two feet.

"GREAT! JUST GREAT!" he yelled as he landed on the now muddy ground. He stumbled around the mud before he finally found two large trees with branches that overlapped each other, providing a decent shelter.

"The irony is just cruel here." Zephyrus groaned as he sat out the remainder of the storm.

The storm lasted until the next morning. By then Zephyrus' sanctuary had flooded and forced the teen to take shelter in the trees.

Day 2

Zephyrus sneezed as he marked a tree in his shelter before heading out to hopefully find some kindling to make a fire. He hung up his jacket on one of the branches before heading out. Finally after wandering around for two hours he found enough dry wood to start a decent size fire. After setting it up he looked around for some food.

Finally he settled for some wild raspberries and an unlucky squirrel as a late brunch.

"Better get some more firewood." he said to himself with a rather fierce sneeze. "I'm going to punch Fullmetal!"

Day 4

Zephyrus watched as a he finally found a small creek with fish. Carefully perching on a log, he lofted his carved wooden spear and threw.

"I really should thank Rolf for teaching me how to hunt." he said with a grin as he added a second fish to his bounty. Honestly, Fullmetal must not know anyone raised near Briggs was taught to hunt. While he watched his lunch cook he started to ponder over Ed's riddle again.

"One is all, all is one..." he mused. "What does that mean? How can one thing affect everything?"

Suddenly he frowned as the words brought a faint prickling sensation to the back of his mind. "And why the Hell does it sound so familiar to me?"

Day 15

Zephyrus was hiding out in the tree tops as the pack of wolves circled below him. He spared a glance to the freshly caught pheasant he managed to snag just as the wolves arrived on scene.

"Well...I guess it's back to a vegetarian meal tonight." he sighed as he dropped the fowl.

The alpha snatched it just before it hit the ground and took off running with the rest of the pack hot on it hind paws.

"Where did those wolves came from?"

Day 21

Zephyrus was meditating during a full moon when he heard a howl. He looked around and spotted an albino wolf pup watching him from outside the shelter.

To his shock the pup looked at him, and then vanished.

"What the Hell?"

Day 30

Zephyrus growled when he saw Ed finally arrive.

"What in the Hell was going through your mind when you knocked me unconscious at the train station and then dumping me in the middle of nowhere?"

"But...you're just 20 miles south of Resembool."

"WHAT?"

Zephyrus returned to Resembool and took a hot shower before Ed started teaching him. He would lecture about the principles while they spared, Zephyrus made especially sure to get a punch in his face.

While he did study a lot about earth alchemy as a child; Zephyrus mainly specialized with water so they would often work at a river near the Rockbell house. After his body recovered enough, Al began to spar with the teen.


August 25th

"So where are we going to get the supplies?" Roy asked as they walked through the busy streets of London. Lisa was looking around curiously at some of the shops they passed.

"Once we go through the Leaky Cauldron we just have to go through the hidden passage to get into Diagon Alley." Fabian replied as they approached a dingy looking pub where a sign hung above it with a witch stirring a cauldron. Had he not pointed it out they would have walked right passed it. "Pay no mind to the staring, we are dressed as 'Muggles' after all."

Olivier and Roy raised a brow at his wording before they saw what he meant. A majority of the patrons in the pub were wearing robes. Some who were dressed as 'normally' were wearing mismatched shoes or outfits of the wrong gender. For God's sake there was a man older than Grumman sitting in a corner wearing slippers and a 1800s style nightgown.

"Merlin's beard! It's Fabian Prewett!"

The pub was deathly quiet as conversations stopped. Several stood up and looked at the man like they had seen a ghost.

"Uh...what's going on?" Roy asked.

"Maybe it's because they all thought that I was dead?" Fabian said sheepishly with a nervous laugh.

"You faked your death?" the adults shouted at him. Lisa and Zephyrus looked at Ethan in confusion but the boy only shrugged.

"Dad is good with deceit magic."

"We should get moving before we get mobbed..." Fabian replied uncomfortably as he nodded to the owner and ran to the back door. As it slammed shut chaos erupted.

They quickly followed him out the door to a small lot with a brick wall. Fabian tapped a few bricks with his wand. The bricks rearranged themselves, revealing a cobble stone street with several large buildings lining up alongside it. There were crowds of people bustling around them. Some did a double take when they saw Fabian.

"Whoa." Ethan breathed. Zephyrus and Lisa just nodded.

"How is all of this hidden by just a pub?" Olivier wondered as they passed what looked to be a pet shop. Owls peered out of cages with intelligent eyes, some cats were lounging near them and...were those rats jumping rope with their tails?

"We should go to Gringotts first, and see if if Zephyrus or Lisa have a vault there." Fabian stated as he pointed to a large white building. Zephyrus caught sight of the warning engraved on the doors and smirked.

"You think if we posted something like that the Drachmans will stop trying to send spies over Briggs?"

"Hmm...Possibly, but l think our guns are more effective." Olivier replied as they entered.

The tellers were not witches or wizards, but short little imp like creatures. Some were conducting business while others were weighing rubies using scales or going over some paperwork."

"Who are they?"

"Goblins, and be cautious as to what you say. Goblins are very authoritarian." Fabian replied. "Banking is their 'public face', they are actually vicious warriors. They can make some incredible weapons."

"I like them already." Olivier stated as they approached a large teller stand with what appeared to be the goblin in charge.

"Greetings Ragnok." Fabian stated with a polite nod of his head. "I hope your coffers have been flowing with gold and business doing well as usual."

To their surprise the Goblin laughed. "Fabian Prewett, we knew sooner or later you'd come back for your gold."

"I've come to check on the status of my vault and also we need to check if these two have vaults here as well."

The goblin grunted in reply as he placed two small bronze bowls with a knife on the counter. "Pick your finger, we need blood to verify their identity in order to find what vaults they have access to at the moment."

Roy raised a brow at this and looked at Fabian questionably.

"A family vault here is sealed with the blood of the person who opened it. That way it only inherited to a legitimate family member. Think of it as an identify indicator."

"What do you mean by vaults they have access to at the moment?" Olivier asked.

"If they are younger than seventeen they can only access certain vaults, such as a trust. Family vaults require an inheritance or title as head of the family."

"Okay..." Roy replied looking rather confused as Lisa just pricked her finger and let the blood drip out. A piece of parchment materialized under the bowl.

Lisa Morgana Malfoy

Heiress of Noble and Ancient House of Slytherin

Vault: 42 (1,323 Galleons, 10 Sickles, 5 Knuts)

Heiress of Ancient House of Malfoy

Trust Vault 156 (4, 803,873 Galleons)

"Let's with the current conversion rates that would be roughly 24,025,982 Pounds..." Fabian muttered. "So in Cenz that would be..."

"28,671,800 Cenz." Ethan replied.

"Thank you Calculator." Fabian replied goodheartedly as he ruffled Ethan's hair.

Lisa couldn't help but stared at the statement. Growing up in Central Lyre had to keep them on a tight budget to make ends meet, and here was all this money just sitting in Britain.

"Will this cover Lisa's tuition at Hogwarts for all seven years?" Roy asked.

"The amount in the trust fund alone will cover it with roughly 47,352 Galleons left over." Shanktooth replied.

"Can I get 10,000 converted into Pounds and 20,000 into Cenz?" Lisa asked.

"Of course." Ragnok replied. "We can do it after you access the vault."

Zephyrus pricked his finger and let the fall into the bronze bowl.

Zephyrus Rex Armstrong

Birth name: Harry James Potter

Heir of Ancient House of Potter

Family Vault: (8,903,249 Galleons)

"8,903,249 Galleons..." Zephyrus read off. "So that's..."

"89,032,490 Pounds or 106,247,000 Cenz." Ethan calculated.

"…Thanks…"

Fabian looked confused. "Forgive me Ragnok, but I thought that the net worth of the Potter family was much larger than that."

"It was." Ragnok replied with a barely hidden malicious undertone. "But in the last year of his life; James Potter wasn't exactly the most financially responsible. He made monthly donations to various charities and to the hospital. Including a large donation to the Auror office. And since his and the late Mrs. Potter's wills were sealed, we had to abide by his verbal wishes to keep up the yearly donations to the charities."

"How much of this account can Zephyrus access at the moment?" Olivier asked.

"About a quarter, not including the amount being paid towards his tuition."

"Is there any way that I can take responsibility as his adopted mother so he can claim the vault?"

Ragnok grinned reveling several pointy teeth. "The Ministry would throw a fit if we let a Muggle take parental authority over a vault. But as we say here 'business overrides anything those bureaucrats claim.' Just try not to be as financially irresponsible."

"As a fellow wielder of the blade, I can say with certainty that He will not be so frivolous." Olivier replied with a smirk.

'Should have know they would have gotten along.' Fabian thought with a shudder.

One short ride down to the vaults, which Roy swore never to do again, they had their pouches of gold and split up to get the supplies starting with the wands.

"Greetings." Called out a wise voice as the door closed behind them. A man with silver eyes climbed down a long ladder. His eyes stopped on Fabian. "Ah yes; Fabian Prewett. Oak and Dragon Heartstrings; unyielding and good for Warding and Defense. I should have known a man as determined as you wouldn't yield to Death just yet. My condolences about Gideon."

"It's good to see you again Garrick." Fabian replied. He gestured to the children. "We're here to get their wands."

After taking several odd measurements of the trio they were asked to try waving different wands to find the best fit. However when Zephyrus touched the first wand it somehow dissolved. One Lisa touched burst into flames. Another that Ethan attempted to wave disintegrated into saw dust.

"That was unusual…" Fabian stated.

Ollivander's eyes sparkled excitedly. "Well it looks like I will have to make a custom wand for each of you. Your magic is simply too powerful to use with a normal wand."

"Too powerful?" Roy repeated. "But they're not even trained!"

"There are…rare times when a child is born with an extraordinary amount of magic. However, sometimes it can remain dormant…other times in times of strife and fear that magic will manifest."

Ollivander went into the back and retrieved a box with three compartments. In one were some round stones, the other had pieces of wood and several vials filled with wand cores. "Just place your hands on the box and the corrected core and wood will light up along with the stone."

"Are those…Magic stones?" Fabian asked lowly.

"Magic stones?"

"Just as a precaution." Ollivander replied. "The core is only an outlet to help focus a witch or wizard's magic through the wand. But the stones will help prevent the core from being overloaded."

"If it's all the same Garrick, we would greatly appreciate it if you could not add the Ministry tracers on them." Fabian added. He gestured to Roy and Olivier. "I don't think that they would appreciate a foreign government monitoring their whereabouts."

The man nodded and gestured for Lisa to place her hand over the stone. When she did a dark green stone flickered like an ember. Next a block of olive shimmered and a bright orange Griffin feather glowed intensely.

Ethan tried next. He passed his hand over a stone of petrified wood with hummed at his touch, next wood of Acacia glowed a shade of bronze followed by the vial of black fur.

Zephyrus was the last to try. Almost immediately a white stone with a blue center lit up followed by a block of maple with silver fleck and a white feather glistened.

"How curious..." Ollivander murmured as he looked at the children. "It should only take me about four hours or so to have this finish these."

"So is he always that…odd?" Olivier asked as they left the store.

"Let me put it this way; there is fine line between genius and insanity in the Wizarding World. Some like Garrick are standing right on the line."

Olivier looked at her son with a devious smirk. "Ah, so you'll fit in perfectly."

The next stop was the book store where the Armstrongs did a double take at an entire selection devoted to 'the Adventures of Harry Potter' children series. They would have raised a stink about it had Griphook told them the writer was an elderly Squib woman who had all the earnings sent towards a children's hospital.

It still didn't make Zephyrus feel easy that man of these depicted him as a 'knight in shining armor' or 'prince charming'.

"Is there anything against them reading ahead?" Olivier asked as she noticed the rest of the Standard Books of Spells.

"They wouldn't really care, but as long as they understand the basics of the spells before attempting to cast any."

Olivier nodded and looked over at Zephyrus who was staring curiously at a book on magical creatures. Particularly on some that could survive in cold weather.

"…I owe you a late birthday present…do you want a pet?" Olivier asked lowly.

Zephyrus just looked at her with a faint smile. "But you hate cats and toads will freeze easily in Briggs. And I didn't see any snowy owls in any of those shops, so I don't think that would be a good idea. Can I get something else like a book or a new sketch pad?"

September 1st

The Amestrians arrived at the station a quarter after 9 am. The adults who were not magic users were a little wary about running into a 'solid wall'. They were surprised to see a large red steam engine waiting, along with several crowds of witches and wizards sending off their children. Fabian dodged around one family comprised entirely of red heads. He gripped his son's arm tightly as he motioned for the Amestrians to go to the last carriage.

"What's wrong Dad?" Ethan asked as he pushed his trunk into the compartment.

"See that woman?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful around her kids." Fabian replied. "She means well but sometimes she can a bit too smothering. She also practically worshiped Dumbledore while we were in school, I don't know if that passed down to her kids or not…"

Ethan blinked before listening in on the family's conversation.

"Don't worry Mum-"

"We haven't thought about blowing up a toilet-"

"Yet. But thanks for the idea." The twins said with an equally devilish grin.

"Uh…Dad…I think that I'll just look out for the exploding toilet."

"Lisa, I want you to have these." Roy said taking Lisa aside to hand her a small box.

"Ignition gloves?" Lisa asked.

"I understand that you prefer to use the combustion transmutation circle on your pendant, but these would be a lot easier for you to use a moment's notice. If someone learns about who your birth father was there could be trouble. Especially his loyal followers."

Lisa shuddered. She had to tell Roy and the Fuhrer about that man after their meeting in private.

Roy placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. I don't think any less of you for it, and I doubt that your friends won't either."

"Thanks."

Olivier hugged her son as he boarded. "You need to be especially careful Zephyrus. Several people will be out to either harm or take advantage of you because of your birth name."

"Let them try, I will break their weak spines." Zephyrus said with a sadistic grin.

Olivier smirked.

"Give them Hell."

Across the platform and most of England, several wizards and witches young and old felt a murderous chill go down their spines as. Their future was now hanging on by a thread.

In Britain it is those who wield wands that are in power. But they will soon learn how the Amestrians hold in intelligence and strength. Will this be the start of a new era? Or the end of wizard rule?

Next time: Boy Who Lived?

Will the Magical World be able to handle the Prince of Briggs?

Wand meanings: Will make sense later.

Lisa: Olive for peace, Griffin feather for strength and power, Malachite for protection against undesirable influence.

Ethan: Acacia wood for balance of power, Grimm fur for spirituality, Petrified Wood for resolving obstacles and Healing.

Zephyrus: Silver Maple for ambition and determination, Ice Phoenix for rebirth, Moonstone for love and balance of Life and Death

Revised and re-edited 3/20/14