Three reviews already? Wow, I never expected that. Thanks you guys! Alrighty, here's chapter 3. And as I stated before, if you have any ideas for future cases or characters please do share! I'm looking for at least five cases, one involving a family, another an old asylum, and at least one with an old castle or palace, maybe even a fortress. Places can be made up or real. I look forward to reading your ideas!

It was a relaxing Sunday morning, weather was perfect, birds were chirping, and the fresh scent of fallen rain from the night before was a nice welcome to the morning. However, all was not right with the world, and Harry's phone went off. He casually lifted his hand out of bed to his phone on his nightstand, and answered it. "It's Ri."

"Ri, I'm so glad I could reach you. It's Masako, I need your help." Masako's slightly distressed voice came through.

He shot up from bed. "What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"I'm on a case, an old orphanage down in the outskirts of Tokyo. Oh it's horrible, Ri. There are so many poor children here, in pain and trapped, so scared and calling out for it to just end. There are so many it actually made me Ill! That rarely ever happens. I called John first, but he was wrapped up with a case, you are the only other one who has an exorcism that doesn't hurt the spirits directly. Could you come and give these children the rest they deserve?"

"I will come as soon as I can. I'm currently in South Korea, wrapped up a warding job yesterday. I can fly out within the hour. Can you give me an estimate of how many are trapped there?"

"Hundreds. This orphanage closed after the Second World War when most of the children kept dissapearing. The caretakers had no comments, since they all died of unknown causes just before it closed down."

"I see. I'll be there tonight." Harry told her.

"Wait! I just thought I'd let you know that this is an official case of mine, meaning it's being filmed for my show."

"Those children matter more." Harry answered.

"Thank you so much, Ri. May fortune favour you."

"You as well, Masako."

It was then he sprung out of bed, ending the call and booking a seat in a flight that left in a few hours. He hurriedly packed his small amount of belongings into his trunk and bag, showered, dressed, grabbed breakfast, and left the hotel he'd been staying in. He raced to the airport, barely making his urgent flight. The flight couldn't have gone fast enough, Harry was nasty to help those kids. He knew what being an orphan was like. He knew what living with those who did not truly care for you but acted as if they did was like. He knew what their abuse was like, especially if you had...gifts not considered normal. If you had powers. Any kind, you were considered the work of the devil. A freak.

Masako had actually called him after John, but before any others. And he saw her reasoning. His specialty was runes, where as John was a full time exorcist and priest. Harry, on the other hand, practiced but was not a true exorcist in a sense. He could bless and protect, he could drive out spirits, but he had only put peaceful spirits to rest at this point. He had started with Professor Binns, that guy needed to go. Something everyone agreed on, except Dumbledore. Next he exorcised Myrtyle, she needed to move on, she crept around the bathrooms and spied on people. She was helpful during the Snake incident, but she need to go. He considered getting rid of Peeves, but the poltergeist spiced up Hogwarts life. Now that the twins weren't pulling pranks, someone needed to.

When his flight landed he flagged down a cab and directed the driver to the orphanage Masako was doing her shooting at. He got him there pretty quickly, for all the traffic was. He saw the filming crew sitting around a pale Masako, cameras were rolling. She spotted him. "Ri! Thank kami you made it so quickly." She spoke up, cameras turned to face him.

"Who's he?" A crew member asked.

"Harridan Altair James Potter, a rune master, demonologist, and spiritualist. However, I go by Ri." Harry introduced himself.

"Welcome then, to this filming set."

Harry was silent, looking at the orphanage and setting up a rune on the side of the building, then immediately taking a step back. "Haven't even stepped inside and this place reeks of miasma. Also, this is no film set, it is a place of unrest for many spirits of children. Do you even listen to Masako?"

"Apologies. What did you draw on the side of the building?"

"I will explain later, this job is more important."

"Right. Someone doenst like cameras."

"This is no place for cameras and film crews, this is something meant only for spiritualists and official paranormal researchers such as SPR to be involved in." Harry retorted, carefully opening up the old door leading inside, and stepping in.

The cameras were focused on Harry and Masako.

Camera Feed: 9:34 P.M., Crabbe Orphanage, Outskirts of Tokyo City.

Harry and Masako were walking around, occasionally stopping son Harry could set up another rune. He was silent while he worked, only referring to Masako on how many children were around the runes until he set up his rune web. "We just got a call from a fan, Masako. It's for your friend."

"We are patching them through."

"Hi! Ri, was it? What are you setting up on the walls?"

"I said I'd explain after, the job is more important."

"They will continue to pester until you answer. I learnt that early on, Harry. It is best to explain everything first off."

The green eyed teen sighed. "Fine. What I'm doing is setting up runes, these runes once closed and connected will allow me to gauge just how many children are actually in this building. It will also make sure no new spirits enter this area while I'm working, some alert wards against tampering and disruption have been put up. So that means no one touch the runes." The wizard snapped out, everyone shut up and let him work.

Once he'd drawn in the last rune he activated them and closed the web, Masako could feel the forming energy this time around before it dissapeared from her senses. Harry moved to touch one of the runes, and counted just how many people there were with him that were human before focusing on spirits. Too many to get an accurate number. "There are so many, it's like all the children that ever came here during the Second World War never left..." Harry was sickened by the thought.

"That's almost three thousand children, Harry. It can't have been all of them." Masako said is disbelief.

"Three thousand? No, there's less than that. But, there must have been foreign children that were placed here. What is the name of this place?"

"Crabbe Orphanage."

"Crabbe? That's an English name, and their family is pretty old to in the Pagan community. A pure pagan community that I grew up in...they would have been active during that war with their family head at the time...damn. That family is bad news."

"You only know of this family name because of this community you grew up in?"

"Yes, a pagan and Protestant community, going back to the Middle Ages it has existed. And while the numbers dwindle now since the families have died off due to people leaving, or murderers coming after them, their lines just not continuing since heirs do not marry or die, or the married pair are unable to conceive a child."

"Why is this family bad news?"

"Within every community there is racism. This family was only and pure pagan, however like many they hated Protestant people who came into the community. Blood purists, you could say. Most children in that age were either or in Britain, which would mean...oh these poor kids. I hope most of them were some form of Pagan."

"I see. Well, don't you have an exorcism to perform?"

"I have multiple, one won't out all these spirits to rest. If I'm lucky maybe a few of them, they've been here so long in grief, you see." Harry informed them, keeping his face mainly away from the camera.

"We want to do a quick interview before you start."

"Let me change into more appropriate clothing for an exorcism, then I may consider speaking with you." Harry shot them down, then went off to change in the back of one of their vans.

When he returned he was in plain black robes with a crucifix around his neck. His hair was pulled back, showing his two previously hidden silver earrings that hung and dangled, straight yet light. He had the ribbon around his neck still, but it was now black. His shoelaces were black as well, and the robes clung to his figure ever so slightly. "Now for that interview."

"I said I may consider it, not that I would." Harry responded.

"Please Ri, they won't stop unless they know." Masako pleaded, she seemed stressed out.

"It's not your fault, Masako. Fine, make it quick." Harry snapped, sitting down in a seat he was told to.

He looked extremely uncomfortable. "Where were you born?" "Godric's Hollow, an area of Britain."

"Where did you go to school?" "Hogwarts's School For Gifted Children." "A prodigy based school?"

"A school that takes in children with gifts, it can be knowledge or abilities such as Masako's and mine."

"Do you have any living family?" "My godson, my godfather, honorary uncle, and a few cousins." "No immediate family?"

"Not since I was one for my immediate family, and not since I was sixteen for my aunt, uncle who married in, and direct cousin."

"I see. Where did you grow up?" "Surrey with my aunt." "Did she accept your abilities?"

Harry was silent for a moment. "Not entirely, when I was younger I had a few accidents. Up until her death, she was...I can not describe her feelings. We did not communicate much despite living together for the better part of sixteen years."

Masako knew that was a lie, she didn't accept them at all, if his uncomfortable shifting was any indication.

"Why did you become a rune master and exorcist?"

"A spiritualist, is the more wide term. I did so because it felt right, I never felt right just leaving spirits to wander the living plane. They need to move on eventually."

"What was the first spirit you ever exorcised?"

"And old professor at Hogwarts, died in front of a fireplace, too much Carbon Dioxide, they said. The chimney had become clogged with something. He actually continued to teach, believe it or not, but no one cared. He was just...there. However, he bored everyone to sleep, quite literally, so despite being a century old, he went without much problem. Are you done now?"

"One more question, who taught you?"

"Mostly self study, though for exorcism and some more complicated runes, I had to contact an old exorcist living in a private location, and a fellow rune master."

"Alright, we're done. Two questions from fans." "Make it extremely quick."

"Alright. The first one is why do you wear ribbons? The second is why are your eyes so odd?"

"I wear ribbons merely because I like them. My eyes...I get them from my mother. Could you elaborate?"

"Some say they have a lethal feel to them, something about that shade of green."

"Ah...it's inherited." He answered, acting like he had no idea about it.

Harry left to start, doing as he could he said the blessings, but ended differently, imbuing magic into his words. "Ite, ad pacem in tempore adflictionis ut supra." The energy could easily be felt, but Masako still looked ill.

"Masako, did it fail?"

"No, it was quite peaceful, and the Latin words comforted many of the children for some reason. However, they are still unable to leave as a whole. Only a few were able to leave. Something is keeping them here, and I do not know what." Masako told him.

"Unless we find out what is keeping them here we will never be able to release them all, Masako."

"Is there any way to find out?"

"If this rune web doesn't work, then...but its unstable. Extremely unstable. And spirits are able to detect it one it's up, so I'll have to work very quickly for this to work properly." Harry confessed, thinking of an old rune ward meant to detect hidden presences.

The crew and Masako agreed it was needed, and Harry set to work getting the web ready. "These need to go at the four corners of the building exactly as the clock hits the next hour, outside. Come on, we need to get ready. You two, come on. One this first rune is placed, it will send out a visible line of energy, once it hits the next rune, connect the rune to the corner it needs to be placed on, go!" Harry ordered, the crew spread out, and right as the clock hit the next hour, he placed the first rune, activating it, he felt Masako place her rune right, and the next member, and then the fourth. He immediately felt the stirring of angered old spirits that had kept themselves hidden. he managed to get their faces through their energy before he was thrown back and the runes shattered. Picking himself up he raced to the entrance to the kitchen where he detected an energy spike, some of the crew were still in there.

"Get out! Now! I angered them! They'll lash out any second now!" Harry insisted, trying to push out the crew.

Just in time to, as the stove suddenly burst and flames lashed out at Harry, he managed to throw up a prepared fire deflection rune, and run from the building. Masako almost ran into him. "What happened? I felt a disturbance." Her worry was clear.

"I angered the five bastards trapping the children. They lashed out, luckily I got the film crew out before the stove lashed out with flames."

"How did you get rid of the fire so quickly?" One of the film crew members shouted.

"Fire deflection rune, fire is a common way spirits lash out." Harry informed them, holding up more of the same runes.

"Why are you so angry?" "And why did those runes shatter?"

"The runes shattered because they were unstable, and those bastards sent energy at them that disrupted them, causing them to shatter. I'm angry, not because they lashed out, I expected that. It's because they were the old caretakers, they trap the children their, toy with them, torment them even after their deaths and the deaths of the kids. They are angry not because I know who they are and that they are here, but because I let a few of the children they oppressed go, the ones they tormented the most. The other children pushed them forward...to make sure they got the rest they deserved. The eldest ones pushed the youngest ones to be free. Dammit all to hell, I'll release every last one of them and send those five fuckers to burn." Harry swore, he felt the spirits in the building shiver at his anger and magic.

With the fire definitely out, the director of the show said they'd wrap it up for the night, they were sure the spirits would just lash out again should they go back in. Masako and Harry confirmed his suspicion, Harry was a marked man by these spirits. "So now what?"

"I get dirty. I know their faces, now I need their names. I also need to brush up on my Greek and Latin, I'll need them for the rituals I intend to perform tomorrow. If you could get me some white quartz, mirth, incense in lavender and rose, and holy water, I'd be grateful. And I'll need a lot of Holy Water. A bushel of roses and lilies as well, please."

"Just what are you planning?"

"For the five bastards, a very painful exorcism ritual that targets spirits of those who deserve damnation. For the children, I'm going back to my roots and performing an old ritual usually only performed on Samhain in my family, it purifies the soul and allows peaceful rest and passage back to the land of the dead." Harry explained.

Harry immediately left for the old library, and asked to see records from the orphanage. He found what he wanted, and he had been right about the Crabbe family having funded this place. One Damascus Crabbe had actually stayed here, a blood purist extremist from Grindelwald's time, the man was convicted of torturing children from muggle born and half blood families, and even a few lesser purebloods in his eyes, including one of his many times great grandfather's.

He grit his teeth, this man was one of those who tortured the children currently. He'd definitely need the old Greek chant and the Latin family ritual. He found the second one, a Malfoy, if the hair, eyes, and facial structure had miraculously remained the same. He managed to decipher the slightly smudged ink, Lucius Malfoy. "Oh that's priceless. Wonder if this guy had the same fetish for raping muggleborns, I hope not...I spoke too soon..." Harry muttered, looking at his records.

Two counts of rape, both on little boys. Twins, the age of five. The bastard. That's two...now he found the third, Sandra Dursley, a muggle woman who took over after Malfoy had fallen from the third story of the old building onto a bunch or iron spikes that had one been used for growing tomatoes. He remembered seeing the rusted old poles when he ran to set up the unstable ward. The record says it could have actually been murder on account of the twins that died soon after their rape, dual suicide, since it seems as if the man had been thrown by something. Next up. Seems the Dursleys have always hated magic. The fourth and fifth came soon after, both died of mysterious causes. Clarissa Black and Ophelia Mabry. Clarissa shared some of the Black family features, and Mabry was a family that died out during Voldemort's reign when they refused to join, having had enough from a certain unmentionable stain on their family during the last dark lord's rampage. He can only guess those old journals referenced Ophelia Mabry. Now that he knew who they were, he could get rid of the bastards. The last three, surprisingly, were nuns. Said they were disgraces to their family and were making up for it...Harry finally understood. All these people, were jealous squibs. He'd just need to use magic to combat them, they'd be jealous and throw themselves into rage. He could use this against them.

They officially said they were punishing the spawns of the devil, and people believed them dammit. Those poor magical orphans. This was extremely personal now. What was the coincidence though, running into people from families he had put behind him. Grindlewald had sparked most of this problem, however. His war orphaned so many children, since he had some heart, and left them. He couldn't have given them a worse fate. At least Voldemort knew what orphanages were like, how nuns could treat children with magic so cruelly. He tried to kill all the children of families he took out as well, a mercy, truly.

He wouldn't let these kids suffer. He knew exactly what abuse and jealousy could spur a person to do to someone helpless and innocent. His whole life was ruined by spiteful people, after all. He gathered his notes, he was going to burn those bastards, and free those children, even if it ended up killing him.