A.N Sorry it's taken so long, but here it is, chapter 4 ready for release. Thanks to my my beta wild MAGIC user, as always.

Chapter 4: A Turning

Gemini looked into the not so twinkling eyes of Albus Dumbledore.

"So what do you want to know Albus?" Gemini asked placing the parchment on the table and looking down into it, his head resting on his hands.

"I want to know what you have done with Harry." The headmaster replied with an unearthly calm.

"I've taken him in, given him an education and a decent life." Gemini said curtly, deciding to discount the events of the night for the time being.

"What could a… wizard like you offer Harry that compensates for taking him from a loving family?" Dumbledore asked, a sad look in his eye. 'Not going to work old man, I'm nigh on immune to guilt.' Gemini thought.

"Knowledge, Dumbledore, knowledge and power. Two things he will need in the future." Gemini said looking infuriatingly smug.

"He would get knowledge form Hogwarts! A better side of it than you could offer him, I daresay. Harry doesn't need power! He needs his family!"

"Really? I had my family, look where I ended up! A Dark wizard, betrothed to a halfblooded vampire, brooding away his immortality in his mountain. Whereas you, you had a broken family, and look at you now. While I was at Hogwarts you were a rising star, soon to be teacher, and now you are headmaster of one of the most prestigious schools, Chief Mugwump… Need I continue?"

"Don't do this to Harry, Frances, he needs to live his life as a normal child." Was that a touch of desperation Gemini heard?

"Why? So he can beat Voldemort?" Gemini laughed at the surprise flashing across the headmasters face. "Yes Albus, I know about the prophecy. Not the whole thing, mind you, but enough. Let me sum it up as I see it. A prophecy came out that named Harry to be the one to stop Voldy, or some such thing. Voldy launched some preemptive retaliation and winded up dead, but didn't die due to his horcruxes…" Gemini paused at Dumbledore's reaction. "Oh come, don't tell me you didn't figure that out Albus, as I was saying, he didn't die. Harry lived, but because Tom isn't dead Harry still has to kill him. Am I right?" Gemini concluded.

"More or less. I'm surprised by the amount of knowledge you have managed to gain. I daresay it rivals what Tom knew…"

"You'll find that I rival Tom in most things, and surpass him in others." Gemini interrupted. "One of those things being that I'm far more skilled at scrying than he is, although I must say you went to impressive lengths to keep the prophecy secret."

"It was our only hope at the time." Dumbledore said darkly.

"Oh don't be so dramatic, that's my specialty. Now I don't think you wanted to talk about how great I am, as overwhelming as the topic is."

"I had forgotten how vexing you are, Frances." Dumbledore noticed the man's slight twitch at his surname, the man had never liked it. "But your arrogance is the same as ever."

"Why should a guy as great as me change?" Gemini asked. The headmaster snorted in contempt.

"Even you must realize how wrong it is to take Harry from his family." Dumbledore appealed to the man.

"Ah, no, it doesn't occur to me in the least. Besides I couldn't give him back now even if I wanted."

"Why?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Well how open minded are his relatives? Not very, being the picturesque muggles they are I can assure you."

"They would accept a wizard! Harry is their family." Dumbledore argued.

"Ah, but what if he had become something… more?" Gemini asked, growing weary of arguing with Dumbledore.

"What have you done, Frances?" Dumbledore asked sadly.

"I'll tell you later, I have research to do." Gemini said nonchalantly.

"What! Frances…" the headmaster was cut of as Gemini waved his hand and the parchments, both Dumbledore's and Gemini's, burst into flames. Gemini was already looking away. He didn't want to admit it, but Dumbledore's question had struck a nerve, not a very large one, but still a nerve all the same. What had he done? Both to Clare and to Harry?

Gemini had always been skilled at the more… artistic magics. He excelled at potions, enchantments, runes, interpreting arthimancy (which was very different from calculating arthimatic equations) and scrying. While he was also a powerful wizard, he didn't have a lot of talent for fighting or transfiguration or any of the more precise arts, which were Clare's fields.

Indeed, scrying was what he had used to keep tabs on the most noteworthy events. It was through those skills had had known that Black was innocent, that the marauders where animagus, apart from the werewolf. Indeed, without scrying even a wizard of Dumbledore's power could be out maneuvered, yet another one of Riddle's weaknesses was that he never bothered with scrying. However, he had the numbers to make up for it. Gemini suspected that Dumbledore was proficient at scrying, or had someone proficient working for him. How else could the man seem so all knowing? But it didn't matter, Gemini knew more.

Clare was sitting beside Harry as he lay in his bed, his breathing even as if he were merely asleep. Clare knew the truth, though. She had gone through it herself, in the beginning the human blood fights the vampiric blood, trying to kill it off. It wasn't a painful process, just tiring. In the end a balance would be struck and the changes would be permanent. She felt terrible over what she had done to Harry. For the life she had condemned him to. Gemini had assured her that it would be different for Harry as he would only be a quarter blood, but still, it wasn't just what it did to your body. It also excluded you from both the human and vampiric worlds. You became a nobody, a person scorned by the vampires and shunned by the wizards, sometimes feared.

The only person she had ever met that thought differently was Gemini. He had barely known her before she made her pact with Narculis, and yet he had stayed with her even after that. He was truly an oddity among the wizards.

"How's he doing?" Gemini asked as he sat on the floor next to Clare.

"He's alive. That's better than he would have been I suppose." She replied sullenly.

"I'm sorry." Gemini said softly. Clare looked down at him.

"What?" She asked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't look at the wards closely enough, I didn't get there quick enough, I failed to save Harry, I asked to you use your vampiric blood. I know how that hurt you, Clare. To do that to Harry. You only had to do it because I screwed up. For that I'm sorry." Gemini was looking up at Clare, his eyes locked with hers. 'If only the rest of the world could see him now. The great Gemini, feared dark wizard, apologizing for making a mistake,' Clare thought as she stared at Gemini in shock.

"It wasn't your fault. It was well planned and well executed. I would say Tom has learned from his previous set back." Clare replied looking back at Harry.

"I would agree. And now he is looking for a way to return. And he thinks the best place to look would be here." Gemini said.

"This decides it, we need to train Harry. He is going to return eventually, and Harry will have to face him." Clare said, "This means that someone needs to help him. Provide a more… fatherly figure."

"To help him cope?" Gemini asked.

"Yes, and to help him gain a fresh perspective on life."

"You mean that we need someone like Black."

"Exactly."

"So I suppose that means we will have to break him out of Azkaban?"

"Yes."

"And people believe me to be mad." He said shaking his head.

"Don't be so dramatic. You practically spent a year living with Dementors to create your inferni spells, don't tell me you still fear them."

"Yes, but that was for research, this is for…"

"Harry." Clare said.

"Point taken,. I'll start brewing some recovery potions for Black, shall I? Oh, and Dumbledore finally figured the letter out today." He added. Clare's laughter echoed down the hall as Gemini explained the conversation. Her mirth was cut short when Gemini told her about the final part of the conversation.

"It wasn't your fault, as if those muggles could have done a better job of protecting Harry."

"You're right of course, but still..." Gemini sighed. "I just hope Harry isn't too badly affected by this."

"He won't be. He's only a quarter blooded. How much damage could that do?"

"Clare, you know magic doesn't always work in such a logical way. In fact it rarely does."

"I know." she replied softly. She knew better than most, she was one of the results.

Voldemort was quite pleased with his new body. It suited him well, especially seeing as he had made a deal with the werewolf that was part of the rather unwilling man, making controlling the body so much easier. Voldemort had chanced upon the man stumbling through the dark forests of Romania. He had seized the opportunity and had ended up with the body of a werewolf.

He soon offered the wolf the chance to feast at every full moon, and the wolf accepted, together they had easily overthrown the human mind whose body it was rightfully. So for the last two years Remus Lupin had been the unwilling host of Voldemort. Voldemort was very pleased with his new host, the werewolf body was better able to sustain two souls and so looked to have a normal life span, which had allowed Voldemort to plan and start to call his most loyal back to him.

This, while enough for now, was nowhere near what the Dark Lord wanted. He wanted his own body, with all of its power. So he had sent three of his most trusted Death eaters to that foul pretender Gemini's keep to acquire the secret of his immortality and to return with it. He expected Seria and Herian to die, the two death eaters were powerful, but not nearly enough to defeat Gemini and his half blooded whore. It was Peter that he expected to return, the rat could probably sneak in and retrieve what ever it was that kept Gemini alive. Hopefully Herian and Seria would prove enough of a distraction for that, once they got Peter past the dangerous wards that was. He had decided on a new plan of action. This time he would let his minions do the killing for him, while he went after grander goals. After all, what is a lord without fame? And what is fame without immortality to enjoy it?

Two months after the incident things started to return to normal inside Gemini's keep. Harry had woken up the day after he had nearly died, and aside from looking a little pale, which made his eyes look all the more intense, there was no outward sign that he had joined a very exclusive section of Britain's magical population.

There were two major differences that were less obvious though, one: Harry was now very quiet and completive, he no longer ran everywhere. Nor did he find the things that had once amused him interesting. Gemini and Clare were slightly disturbed by this, as it was disconcerting to have such a young child acting with what some might call maturity, it wasn't however, it just seemed like his personality had changed to something more quiet. Maybe this was temporary, but neither was sure. However, they accepted it because Harry seemed to still be happy, so there was no need to press the matter. The second big difference was the accidental magic. It had increased tenfold, not the power of the magic, just the frequency. It seemed every day something new was being levitated or frozen or cracked or torched, Gemini was impressed at the ease the boy's magic slipped from him. It meant that he would be able to pour lots of power into spells, and cast the more difficult and power demanding ones, however it did not bode well for his control. This was only confirmed when Clare took Harry to get his wand made.

"Ah, Clare so good to see you again! I trust the new wand is still working for you nicely?" Asked a grizzled old man from behind an ancient oak table. The store they had just entered had no real name. It was merely a gathering point, and a store if necessary, for all members of the wand maker's guild. It was one of the few guild branches that still existed, and was based in Egypt, one of the oldest magic communities still alive.

Clare smiled, there was one thing to be said for the guilds of old, it was that they valued every customer, and kept everything very confidential.

"Good morning, Mr. Valtire. Yes, it is still working perfectly." This was the place that Gemini had brought her to after she was made her pact with Narculis. Her old wand just wasn't able to cope with the change in her being, and had become woefully inadequate. Warren Valtire was a master wand maker, and one of the few guild members that only lived at the guild hall. Most others had set up shops to sell the wands they made. It was him that found the complex core that accepted her, siren's vocal cords and dragon heartstring intertwined over a shard of quartz crystal. How the man managed to figure that out was one of the mysteries that the guild held very close.

What had shocked Gemini was the use of a crystal, the use of crystal had been fundamental in the use of staffs, but had almost died out with the art of crafting them. Clare's wand was almost certainly unique in the entire world.

"Good, I am glad to hear that, always good to know one's work is decent." the old man muttered. Clare had to laugh, to call Valtire's wands only 'decent' would make nearly every other wand in existence look like a twig... with leaves still on it.

"I hope you feel like a challenge today." Clare said, her eyes flicking down to Harry beside her, his eye's locked on the man in front of him.

"Ah, hmm, interesting, how about we talk in my work shop? I'm sure there is more to you than meets the eye." Harry nodded, a grin slid onto his face. He was going to be getting a wand! They followed wordlessly as Valtire led them through a series of halls. As they walked, they passed another wand maker heading the other way.

"Morning Ollivander!" Valtire said cheerfully. The other man greeted then with equal cheeriness

"Good morning, Valtire, Clare, Potter." He said with a nod. Both Harry and Clare stopped, staring at the man who just continued on his way. Warren chuckled at their expressions.

"He has a habit of doing that, you get used to it after a while. Damn fine wand crafter if ever I saw one, and very good at core selection too." Valtire said as they continued along their own way eventually.