Chapter II

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Elijah Mikaelson had left the Dursely residence with his new nephew, barely holding on to his temper; and that only for Harry's sake. When he and his nephew had gone to get his belongings; Elijah had been enraged to find out that his nephew had spent the past five years of his life living in a cupboard underneath the stairs. Those humans were already dead; they just didn't know it yet. He would most assuredly be seeing them again. He and Harry chatted amicably throughout the relatively short ride to London. They would be spending a couple of days at his house in Belgarvia. However, Elijah was finding himself very nervous about telling his nephew exactly who and what he really was.

'How exactly does one tell a six year old boy that after a small reversal ritual he will become, or rather return to being, an Original Vampire-Wizard hybrid?' Elijah thought to himself. Well, he would soon be finding out he supposed. Really, he thought that it would all work out all right. After all, it's not as if anything can be done about it. Besides, going by only the small amount of time he had spent with his nephew, he thought he would take it rather well. He certainly was not the norm for what one would consider an abused child. Not that Elijah would let himself forget that that was what he was, as he was only six and had been treated horribly, but the boy had a fire about him. He suspected that in time, his nephew would be able to overcome anything and anyone. He would need that fire. Already, as Harry Potter, he had countless enemies. Elijah was certain that Henrik James Mikaelson would have quite a few as well. Their family always had many enemies. He could easily see their enemies attempting to harm or use the now youngest Mikaelson. That was something Elijah would make sure that any foolish enough to dare attempt did not live to regret. No one and nothing would be allowed to harm Harry. Elijah would make it so.

There was one person however, who Elijah was very much in fear of his nephew meeting. Some would think he would be referring to their father, Mikael. They would be wrong. Elijah knew with some certainty that Mikael would not harm his grandson. If anything, he would be intrigued by him, but he wouldn't seek to harm his own blood. Niklaus however, was another matter entirely. Elijah could in no way predict how he would react. He suspected it would most likely not be favorably. Especially, after the realization that he was no longer the only hybrid alive. If the witches were right, then Harry was considerably more invulnerable than Niklaus. For one, he was in no way bound; at least he soon wouldn't be. The sun would have no effect on him. Not only that, but the witches also thought it to be highly likely that Harry would have absolutely no vulnerability to White Oak. Of course, that alone was bound to unnerve Niklaus; nevermind the fact that Harry was a rather powerful magical on top of the rest. All of his siblings lived in fear of angering Niklaus too much, and finding themselves with a dagger in the heart and back in their boxes. Harry however, could not be daggered; being likely immune to White Oak. Essentially, Niklaus would have nothing to threaten him with. On top of that, their would finally be one amongst their number who could always remove the daggers from the others regardless of what Niklaus wanted. Their family had the potential to be more united and whole than it had been since they were human, and Elijah was determined to see it happen.

Harry looked around wide eyed as they walked into Elijah's townhouse in London's Belgravia district. The house was tasteful and imposing in an understated manner typical to the late Georgian and Regency period; which is actually when Elijah bought the house. It was filled with all manner of art and pieces collected over the centuries by the thousand year old Original Vampire. Elijah led him into a comfortably appointed sitting room, and after getting situated, a servant brought in tea and biscuits for the two. He allowed the boy time settle in and munch on his biscuits for a moment.

"Harry, there are some things I need to discuss with you about both you and our family as a whole. Now, some of these things might prove rather shocking, or even scary; but they are things you must know of. I'm not sure exactly how to even begin to discuss this..." Elijah wandered off track for a moment as he raked his brain for the best way to begin.

"You're not human," Harry said with certainty.

That declaration certainly startled Elijah. He wondered how he had come to that conclusion so fast, and exactly how smart his nephew really was.

"Alright, how do you figure that?" Elijah asked him.

Harry was silent for a moment, and Elijah could almost see the wheel's turning in the boy's mind.

"Well, I was outside in the garden looking out front when I first saw you. One second you were at the end of the street, and the next moment you were almost at the front door. No human can be that fast," Harry said as he began to explain his reasoning.

Elijah was amazed at how much his nephew had really noticed, and at just how smart he truly was; especially for a boy of only six years.

"What else?" Elijah probed.

"Well, the whole time you were with Petunia, I knew she didn't want to do what you said. She wouldn't have even wanted to let you in the house, but she did as you told her to. She only did that after you would look her in the eye and command her. She would do it then, whether she wanted to or not. I've done that too sometimes. When I'm really mad or upset, I've been able to give orders and they had no choice but to obey. It doesn't work all the time with me, but when I'm really upset it does." Harry explained.

Elijah was completely surprised. He had not even noticed that his nephew had seen any of that. What left him truly amazed was the fact that the boy was capable of using vampiric compulsion, even if it had to be under duress. The thought was rather mind blowing.

"Very good Harry. That was something we call compulsion, and I'll explain more of that later. Was their anything else?" Elijah asked.

Harry was silent for another moment as he thought.

"Strength. You are far stronger than a human should be. Petunia may not be very heavy, but she's still a fully grown adult. You were able to lift her off her feet by the neck, and I didn't see any strain at all. No human is capable of that with no effort," said Harry.

"Alright, you are very intuitive for your age, you know that right?" Elijah queried.

"Yeah, I get that alot. Too smart for my own good, they always tell me," Harry said with an unrepentant grin.

That drew another chuckle from Elijah.

"Have you ever noticed any other things besides compulsion about yourself. Have you found any abilities you can do that others cannot?" Elijah asked.

He was rather curious to know exactly what else Harry was capable of even whilst bound.

Harry racked his mind for a minute as he began to catalog all of the odd things he had been able to do over the years. There were quite a few of them. He supposed Petunia was right, he was a freak. However, that did not bother him in the slightest. He would rather be a freak than be anything like the Dursley's. Also, Elijah could do weird things to; and he was awesome.

"Well, there are alot of things really. Sometimes, when I've really needed it; I've been able to move really really fast. I told you about the eye contact thing...compulsion, you called it. I'm stronger than other kids too. Not as strong as you of course, but I'm way stronger than most humans. Sometimes, I can move things with my hands; like just wave my arm, and things go flying across the room. If I'm upset or mad sometimes, things will explode. I even shook the house one day." Harry said explaining many of the bizarre experiences he had undergone.

Elijah thought of all his nephew had explained. For a six year old, he was an exceptionally powerful wizard; there was no doubt of that. Then there was the fact that his vampiric abilities had made themselves known even with the block on his abilities in place. That was astounding. Then again, no one had ever attempted to bind the powers of an Original before- for that was what his nephew was without a doubt. He supposed it was not that much of a stretch for some of his abilities to come forth of their own accord. He had another question on his mind.

"Have you ever had any odd cravings before, or wanted something cooked a certain way?" Elijah asked Harry.

Harry's eyes had widened exponentially at that. It was actually quite comical looking; reminding Elijah of exactly how young his nephew truly was.

Instead of answering, his sly little nephew returned with a question of his own.

"Do you ever have any...different cravings?" Harry asked.

Elijah just smirked at him.

"Yes," Elijah replied.

"Okay, I always would like my meat as rare as I can have it. Sometimes, I don't know how to explain this, but blood...well, it always smells good to me." Harry said as he whispered the latter part.

This was just the opening Elijah had been hoping for.

"I understand. I always have the same type of cravings. Your father did too." Elijah told his nephew.

Harry was silent for a long moment as he began putting the pieces together in his mind.

"Are we...werewolves or vampires or something?" Harry asked quietly.

'He is very sharp indeed,' thought Elijah.

"It would explain the strength and speed," Harry said.

"Yes, Harry. Both your father and myself are something called Original Vampires. The two of us, along with our siblings, are the very first vampires ever created. We are what is called by many, 'The Original Family.' You are a member of that family as well," Elijah explained.

Elijah watched as his nephew absorbed his words. It astonished Elijah to note that Harry was not overly shocked by his revelation. The boy certainly handled the bizarre rather well.

"Does this mean I'm a vampire as well?" Harry asked.

"Yes, you are. At least you will be once the binding that was placed on you as a baby is removed. You see Harry, you are so much more than just a vampire. When the binding on you is released, you will come in to your powers as an Original Vampire. We are stronger, and faster than normal vampires. The sun cannot kill us, and we have the power to even compel other vampires. You are even more special though. You see, your mother was an extraordinary woman. Do you believe in magic Harry?" Elijah asked.

"Yes, I'd be stupid not too. Besides, some of things I have done before can't be explained away as anything other than magic," Harry told him without any hesitation.

"The Dursley's favorite saying was 'There is no such thing as magic.' That alone was enough of a reason for me to actually believe it was real if they were so adamant that it wasn't," he said in way of explanation.

"Well, you are right. Magic is very much real. There are two main types of magic users out there. One kind, are called the servants of nature. They are witches and warlocks who draw their power from the very nature of the earth itself. Most of these types are answerable to their ancestors whom have already passed on. This type also has a large amount of ritual-type magic. My mother, she has been called 'the Original Witch' by history. She is the one who turned us into vampires in the first place as a way to protect us. Your father also possessed this type of magic when he was human, but he lost it when our mother turned us. They were both extraordinarily strong in magic. You yourself have some of that branch of magic," explained Elijah in what Harry would later come to call his uncle's 'professor voice.'

"There is another branch of magic that is entirely unrelated to first. This is the magic of the Wizarding World. Their powers allow them to do just about anything you can imagine using what is called a wand. They have an entire hidden society. They have their own towns, schools, and even governments; all entirely hidden from the normal world. This is the magic of the wizards and witches. Living alongside them are goblins, house-elves, centaurs, fairies, dragons, and just about every other sort of mythical creature you can imagine. This is the world your mother is from Harry. You see, she was adopted. The non-magicals she was raised by, (they call them muggles) were not her biological parents. From what I have determined, she was kidnapped at birth, and your biological grandparents were told that their daughter was a stillborn. Stillborn means being born dead. She was from a very ancient family. Her father was a man named Marius Black, and her mother was Drusilla Potter. The Potters were originally called the Peverell family. They originally got their magic from the union with a high elf, and for centuries afterwards, until they disappeared, they continued to intermarry with high elves. Centuries later, that old blood would reappear, and give a modern family member, all of the powers and appearance of a high elf. This happening was extremely rare the further time went on. No matter how rare it had become, the old blood reappeared with the birth of your mother, and was most likely the reason for her kidnapping. Your mother Lily had all of the abilities of a high elf; including the ability to have a magical mate. Your father Kol was her mate, and everything combined to allow for your birth. You are the very first Original Vampire-Wizard Hybrid," Elijah finished his rather complicated explanation.

Harry was quiet for several minutes absorbing everything his uncle had told him. As strange as it seemed, it all made a bizarre sort of sense to Harry. It certainly explained all of the very many strange things about himself he had always wondered about.

"I understand Uncle. When can we get rid of the binding on me. I want to feel like true self. Also, if my father was an Original, why did he die?" Harry questioned.

"We can get the binding off here in a few minutes if that is your wish. I have a witch here who can take care of it, along with the goblin who will be in charge of your accounts. As to your father; well, it is rather complicated. I'll do my best to explain. You see their is only one way to kill an Original. We must be staked in the heart with wood of an ancient White Oak tree. As our family made sure to burn that tree, there is no longer a way to do that. However, if a silver dagger is dipped in the ashes of that tree; then we can be temporarily killed. We are completely immobilized, and for all intents and purposes, dead. My brother Niklaus is the third oldest of us brothers. Our little sister is named Rebekah. I'm the eldest, then Finn, then Niklaus, your father Kol, Rebekah, and our youngest brother was your namesake: Henrik. Henrik died when we were still human though. He was killed by werewolves, and that was what led to our parents turning us into vampires. Niklaus however was soon discovered as not coming from our father's bloodline. It was revealed that our mother had had an affair with a werewolf many years ago. When Niklaus killed someone for the first time, it activated the werewolf curse. He became a hybrid; half werewolf, half Original vampire- and more dangerous than both. You see a werewolf when wounded by silver, it heals. Therefore, the daggers were useless against him; just as they are useless against you. However, before she was killed, our mother performed a ritual that bound his werewolf side. This was a very different binding than the infant one placed on you as a baby. Niklaus has spent the last thousand years completely obsessed with breaking his curse. His obsession has turned him in to perhaps the most feared man on the face of the earth. Their is virtually nothing left of the brother I once knew and loved. He is power-hungry to an extreme degree, and tries to control everyone and everything; including his family. He appointed himself as the head of our family. Even though I'm the eldest brother, he even expects absolute obedience from me. Anytime we disagreed, we would find ourselves with a dagger in our hearts and inside a coffin that he kept with him until he decided to grant us our freedom. Your father did not get on that well with Niklaus because he was so controlling, and no one controls Kol Mikaelson. Before you were born, Niklaus found your father and managed to dagger him, and put him back in a box. He's had your uncle Finn daggered for near on nine hundred years, and you aunt Rebekah has been daggered since 1922. He can't find me, and we'll always have to be on the look-out and be careful. He can't dagger you, and I have no idea what he might try when he learns he will have no control over you whatsoever. He can dagger me though, which is why until you are older and can protect yourself better, we will just have to be wary," Elijah finished explaining to his nephew.

Harry absorbed everything he had been told. His father was alive, and essentially being held hostage by his bastard uncle. Harry might not have known much, but he did know one thing. He would make Niklaus pay for being the reason Harry grew up without any parents. Yes, he might not know it; but his dear Uncle Niklaus had made a very dangerous enemy on this day.

"I understand Uncle. I think we need to get this binding gone. Let's go ahead and do it now." Harry stated emphatically.

Elijah thought his nephew was right. It was time to undo the binding. As he left the room to inform Estelle they were ready, Elijah wondered about his nephew. He may be only six years of age, but his level of understanding and even his vocabulary were unheard of. It had to be a result of his vampiric mind. There was simply no other explanation possible. He did not fail to note the look his nephew bore during his tale of Klaus and how their siblings were daggered. There was a look of absolute fury on his young face that promised retribution to Niklaus for the damage he had caused to their family. Niklaus may have finally gained an enemy he had no hope of besting. That was all the more reason for Elijah to make sure his nephew was safe and happy, and more importantly, hidden from Klaus.

Around an hour later, both Estelle Beaumont and Narfang of the Goblin Nation were both being introduced to Harry. Narfang was here to remove a specific goblin-bind that had been placed on Harry with his mother's help. That particular bind was what had masked Harry and exactly what he was from even the 'great' Albus Dumbldore and the like. No test or scan they ever ran on Harry would ever show anything other than a normal human wizard.

"Harry, I'd like to introduce you to Madame Estelle de Beaumont, and Narfang of the Goblin Nation. Estelle, Narfang, this is my nephew Henrik James Mikaelson," Elijah said by way of introduction.

"Nice to meet you both," Harry replied.

Narfang merely nodded in greeting, and Estelle smiled at the young boy.

"Now, Young Master Mikaelson; if you would come and lie down in this circle, we will begin the unbinding," Estelle instructed.

Harry looked somewhat nervous, but complied nevertheless.

Elijah had come to realize that his brother's wife had been truly brilliant. Lily had ensured that neither Harry, nor the ritual binding him could be altered by any wizarding means. Only a servant of nature could release it. Also, once the binding was gone; it could never be replaced. It would be impossible to ever make the boy vulnerable again.

When Harry was on his back in the middle of the circle that had been drawn onto the wooden floor, Estelle lit the candles and the herbs that were required.

"Just relax Harry. It will be over shortly, and you shall be truly ready to start our new life," Elijah told him with a smile on his face.

The chanting began. Quietly at first, then gaining in strength.

"Phasmatos Salves Nas Ex Malon, Terra Mora Vantis Quo Incandis..."

The chanting grew louder as it built into a crescendo, that was when the goblin began chanting in his own harsh, guttural tones. Lights began flickering throughout the house as objects began to rattle in place. Golden light began to be emitted from young Harry's body that grew brighter by the moment.

"Terra Mora Vantis Quo Incandis..."

As the light began to reach a blinding point that even Elijah could no longer see through; he heard his nephew, who had been quiet throughout the entire ritual, emit a terrifying scream. Elijah immediately began to try to force his way towards the little boy, but there was an invisible force preventing him from getting any closer.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind blew through the whole room; blowing out every candle from within. Just as suddenly as it started, everything stopped. No lights were flickering, the wind stopped, and every object in the room was as still as a statue.

Down on the floor, Harry sat up with an abrupt gasp; taking a deep gulp of air.

Elijah looked at his nephew in shock. Apparently there had been a minor glamour on the child. His hair not only lengthened, but it lightened as well. He now had shoulder length golden brown hair with many gold and auburn highlights within when the light hit it. His ears were slightly more pointed, Elijah saw. Elijah froze as he watched as his nephew's ears sharpened at the point like an elf, and then reverted back to those of a normal human. He observed them change shape several times before they finally settled on the look of an average ear. If Elijah had to guess, he would say that his mother passed on at least some of his elven characteristics; and Harry had the ability to mask their appearance at will.

Elijah noticed his little nephew's lips had changed. Before, they had been almost identical to what Elijah knew Kol's looked like. What he saw now though, was very similar to the pictures he had found of the boy's mother Lily. They were considerably fuller. His skin was also lightened with the release of his vampiric genes; though his skin still possessed a rosy glow. The changes were subtle, but noticeable. Still, no one would ever mistake him as anything other than the son of Kol Mikaelson. He just had a bit of the allure of the high elves.

He watched in amusement as his nephew removed his old glasses, and as his new eyes adjusted to the perfect vision of an Original, they widened exponentially; taking in all the sights around him. His head turned at the slightest noise as only a vampires would. In a quiet voice, Elijah decided to speak first.

"Harry, how do you feel?"

"I feel great Uncle. Everything is so different. I can see Uncle! I can see everything!" Harry exclaimed.

Elijah chucked at his nephew's enthusiasm.

"Yes, it can be quite overwhelming. Tell me, do you feel thirsty at all?" Elijah asked.

This was one part he was unsure of. He did not know if his nephew would have the normal vampiric thirst, or if because of his age and magic it would be different.

"Yes, I am a little... thirsty. I think." Harry replied tentatively.

Estelle re-entered the room then with a cup of what Elijah knew to be human blood. They would just have to see how he handled it.

Harry took the cup from Estelle and stared at it curiously for a long moment. The mere fact that he didn't automatically drain the cup and then move to drain Estelle was an encouraging sign.

Slowly, Harry began to take a few measured sips. He then paused as if to process what it tasted like. He must have liked the taste as Elijah soon saw his nephew's 'vampire face' for the first time. Oddly enough, Harry appeared to experience no pain as his vampiric fangs elongated for the first time. He slowly drank the cup until it was empty, and then calmly sat it on the table in front of him. After a brief moment, his fangs and the veins around his green eyes receded completely, and he was his new self again.

"What was it like for you?" Elijah asked him.

"Strange. I mean it tasted amazing and all, but I think I was expecting something more. I don't know how to explain it. I guess I was just expecting there to be some sort of mad craving of the stuff. Don't get me wrong, it was great. I suppose I was just expecting this all-consuming hunger," Harry explained.

That would most likely be due to your magic Young Sir. As far as blood is concerned, I do not think you will ever experience any of the traditional blood lust unless you are very ill or injured. You will of course still require blood, I just don't think it will ever be to the same extent of a normal vampire; even one with centuries of control," Estelle told them.

Elijah was immensely relieved about that. He had had no idea what he would do with a blood-crazed newborn vampire that looked like a six year old; that would have been bound to cause attention.

"Excellent. Over the next few days, and when we get settled in to the house I thought we could stay at, I will help you out with learning to master all of your abilities Harry. Tomorrow, we'll go shopping for a new wardrobe, and then we'll move to the house I picked out and get you settled in. How does all that sound?" he asked Harry.

"Sounds great to me Uncle. Where are we moving to anyway?" Harry asked.

"How does Paris sound?" Elijah inquired.

"Cool!" Harry said enthusiastically.

"Good. Now, why don't you go with Estelle while I discuss some things with Narfang?" Elijah directed.

"Okay Uncle. It was nice to meet you Mr. Narfang." Harry said smiling at the goblin as Estelle took his hand and began to lead him out of the drawing room.

"You as well Mr. Mikaelson," the goblin told his nephew.

Once they were alone, he began finalizing things with Harry's account manager.

"Thank you Narfang, for helping to arrange all of this for my nephew," Elijah told the goblin banker.

"It was no problem at all Mr. Mikaelson. It has brought me great pleasure to remove your nephew from being a pawn to the arrogance of the British Wizarding world." Narfang replied.

"After the audits, what is the balance in my nephew's accounts with your bank?" Elijah asked.

"At present, young Harry has assets in gold in excess of five billions US dollars. All of that has been moved to our subsidiaries. Mainly with Rothschild's. Most of it is registered under accounts in Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Luxembourg, and Grand Cayman. He is also the heir of the Black estate. Most think the head of house is Arcturus Black, who is still alive; but he ceded control to his son Orion in 1972. Upon Orion's death, it fell to his son Sirius III. He is your nephew's godfather, and is currently incarcerated in Azkaban. As he had never received a trial, he remains head of the family. Upon the five-year mark of his unlawful stay in Azkaban, the headship of the family passed to his godson as the family statutes prevent it from being vacant for longer than five years. Almost everyone believes that Draco Malfoy, the son of Narcissa Black and the Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, would inherit the family. However, Sirius's will designates his godson as heir. Normally, this would not matter, but because your nephew is a blood relative, the family law allows it as he is biologically the son of a Black. Lily's father was Marius Black."

Narfang explained.

Elijah had read all about the Blacks as well as Sirius Black, so he had a few questions.

"You don't believe Black to be guilty of betrayal do you?" Elijah asked the goblin.

"No. We of the Goblin Nation know he is not guilty. At least he is not guilty of the betrayal of Lily and James Potter. We have the will, and it specifically states who the secret keeper of the fidelius charm is, and it was not Sirius Black. Whether he did the rest is unknown, but doubtful." Narfang told him.

"Could you release that part of the will on my own authority as Harry's magical guardian, and demand an investigation? Or at least publicize it so the British Ministry is questioned?" Elijah inquired.

"You would like the Goblin Nation to show the British Ministry of Magic has held someone in prison without trial for near on six years and thoroughly humiliate them by demanding investigations?" Narfang asked Elijah with a bit of a disturbing grin showing his sharp teeth.

"Yes, yes I do believe I would," Elijah told him.

"With Pleasure," said the goblin.

"Now, the other members of the Black family, especially the former head, they all have personal accounts that no longer rely on the family vault correct?" Elijah asked.

"Yes, each member was given a lump sum and they draw an income from the interest. They were also all given property. The former head was very clear on all of that including his own settlement before he retired." Narfang explained.

"Alright, set up something similar to what the former head received for Sirius Black III, but make sure it is untouchable my the magical or muggle government. After that, what is my nephew's portion left of the main Black estate?" Elijah asked.

"That would be close to about two billion US dollars. Do you wish to make the same arrangements you made for his other accounts?" Narfang asked him.

"Yes, I do. So that totals around seven billion for my nephew to work with. He should be well set. Now, were you able to find if he had any other relatively close relatives from his mother's true line?" Elijah asked curiously.

"Yes, I was." Narfang said as he dug through his papers.

"Ah, here it is." Narfang said showing him his results.

Elijah silently read over the documents.

"Well, this makes sense. As her parents were fourty-three when she was born, they did have another child early in their marriage. She was a squib who moved to...well, this is interesting. She is dead now, but she moved to the same town as my own family when we came to the New World. It is now known as Mystic Falls, Virginia. She married a man by the name of Richard Sommers and had two daughters. Jenna, who is still rather young, and a Miranda. This Miranda has one adoptive daughter and one son by blood, a Jeremy and Elena Gilbert. They are both about Harry's age as well. Miranda would be Harry's first cousin, and Jeremy his first cousin once removed. I would eventually like to raise my nephew in America. Perhaps somewhere familiar where he would have other blood kin would be the right place for that."

"Were you able to run any more scans on him after the ritual?" Elijah asked the goblin.

"Yes, I was. The scream you heard at the end; that was not just from the unbinding. I don't know if you noticed, but young Harry's scar completely disappeared. It was from something the wizards call horcruxes. It is essentially a very crude and dangerous method to gaining a form of immortality. The wizard splits his soul through the act of murdering an innocent, and storing it in an object. I believe this particular one was unintentional. When the Dark Lord's body was destroyed, the soul shard moved to inhabit the only living thing left in the room. When I return to Gringotts, I shall make sure to have all vaults that are in any way related to Voldemort searched. The bank could definitely be one place he would have considered hiding them for safe keeping," Narfang explained to a decidedly disgusted Elijah who could hardly believe someone would dare to alter one's soul in such a way.

"Were you able to discover anything else?" Elijah asked.

"Yes, according to my scans, your nephew will continue to grow normally until he reaches adulthood. At the moment, he has the strength of a vampire at the very least of five hundred years of age. This will only continue to grow as he ages. Because he has inherited around half of the powers and attributes of an high elf, he will be naturally stronger than any other vampire; including the Originals. For an example, imagine that a human is turned and already has super human strengths before hand. He will eventually be far stronger than your hybrid half brother. Also, the servants of nature were right. Your nephew has immunity to White Oak. It is no different to him than any other wood. His magic it seems has purified the side effects of the original Immortality spell," Narfang finished explaining his results.

"Alright, thank you Narfang. I truly appreciate all you have done for myself and my nephew. I will help the Goblin Nation in any way possible if I am able, should you need anything from me," Elijah promised the goblin.

"You are most welcome. The Goblin Nation is pleased to be in alliance with the eldest Original brother," Narfang said with a bow as he collected his documents and put them back in his briefcase. After a brief handshake, the goblin left the room leaving Elijah alone to his thoughts

The next day dawned bright and clear, a rather unusual happening for London. Elijah and Harry were visiting the numerous high-end shops of London. After stopping at several smaller stores, and being measured and fitted for various outfits and suits, they were exploring the vast expanses of Harrod's London. It had amused Elijah to no end that Harry very much desired his own little suits in order to match who he spontaneously began to call Uncle Eli. The sales clerks were positively cooing at the cuteness of his little nephew who was now sporting a suit matching Elijah himself.

Besides his nephew needing an entirely new high-end wardrobe, Elijah was also making sure that Harry acquired plenty of toys for the child that had never been allowed to play. No matter how mature Harry was for his age, he was still only six years old. Elijah was determined that his nephew had and experienced the happiness that came from a childhood under the charge of someone who truly cared for him and his interests. If Harry showed the slightest interest in something, Elijah made sure he got it despite Harry's protests that he didn't need anything else.

Elijah had also been observing him all throughout the day; making sure he was able to adjust to his new abilities. Harry seemed to almost instinctively be able to control his strength; something that was sometimes difficult for even experienced vampires. His new found speed on the other hand, was something else entirely. He was phenomenally fast; faster than a great deal of vampires. Elijah had already been forced to compel at least a dozen humans who had witnessed his nephew's sudden bursts of speed as he dashed about the department store discovering one thing and the next. By the end of the day, both Elijah and Harry were exhausted, and being two Original Vampires, that was saying something. As Elijah checked in on his nephew before retiring for the night, he saw Harry sound asleep clutching his new stuffed animal, (that was, oddly enough, a very large black dog).

Elijah was extremely glad he had investigated the witches supposedly impossible claim that he had a nephew. For the first time in over one thousand years, Elijah began to feel something he had never thought to experience; the love of a parent for their child. Tomorrow, Harry and he would be moving to France. He had a mansion in the Marais district as well as an estate about an hour and a half outside of Paris that he would hopefully be spending the next couple of years at. He had arranged for a variety of tutors to help with his nephew's education, and he had finally found a French witch he thought he could trust to begin teaching Harry about Wizarding magic and culture. He was rather nervous though. They both would have to begin living with the utmost caution. He could take no chance that Niklaus could find them. Until Harry was strong enough to stand on his own, his brother could never be allowed near him. He would not; he could not, allow his megalomaniacal bastard brother the chance to harm their nephew the way he had ruined the rest of their family. Elijah would kill him first. This he swore. From now on, he would protect the rest of his family as was his duty as the eldest child. No longer would he make excuses for Klaus, or cater to his never ending delusions. His half brother was nothing more than a spoiled and depraved child. Even after one thousand years, he had still failed to grow up and become a man. Had Mikael been too harsh on Niklaus? Certainly. Did that give him the right to destroy the rest of them? Never. For that little boy upstairs, Elijah would become the man he should have always been. He would free his siblings and ensure they no longer lived in perpetual fear of being daggered. Elijah swore that little boy upstairs would know his family, and he would know love- the rest of the world be damned.