For whoever posted as guest this isn't actually a self insert nor is it a Gary Stu. Matt isn't perfect, as a matter of fact he has done all of one thing. If you think playing Chess makes him a Gary Stu you're dumb as a bag of hammers. As for the self insert, Matt is Harry's foil, he is what Harry is not to keep him grounded and evened out and is quite different from how I act... or how I perceive myself to act I guess. Perception is a tricky thing. As for it being "infantile" I am not sure exactly what you mean... but yes they are indeed 11 year old boys I am glad you have been able to figure out that much. Not that 15 year old or even 20 year old boys are much different. Man children for life.


The 8th Staff of Harry Potter

Harry took his stuff into his room at Mr. Emrys. The old man had gone out for some groceries for a celebratory dinner and the store was closed for the day so Harry decided to check and see if any new books had come in. When he left his room he heard a noise in the kitchen. The boy wondered if Mr. Emrys was done yet.

Standing in front of the open fridge was a strange man. This man stood much taller than the 5'8 Mr. Emrys, instead looking to be a little over 6 feet tall. He wore a nice black traveling obviously of foreign origin due to the more muggle style. The mans short hair was blonde and nicely combed for a very suave look that Malfoy only wished he could pull off. When he turned around Harry noticed he wore rectangular glasses. What really stunned the boy though was the man's eyes. They were white.

"Ah hello you must be Harry." The man said taking a bite out of what appeared to be a turkey sandwich.

"Hello?" Harry answered confused. "Who are you?"

"Ah yes sorry. I am a friend of Merls." The man answered through a mouthful of sandwich. Crumbs dropped onto his nice clean outfit. Harry was unsure of what to say next, but the man started back up after a few bites. "So you are his new employee. I have been hearing about you for years. He seems to think you have what it takes to be pretty good."

"Uh...that is good... I guess." Harry replied. He watched as the man took another bite of his sandwich. An awkward silence settled over the two, though if the visitor felt the tension it didn't show. Harry watched as the mans nice clothes were peppered with crumbs. The silence was thankfully broken by the entrance of Mr. Emrys.

"I see you met Mr. Flamel." Harry's boss said putting the grocery bags on the counter. Harry's eyes widened as he turned to look at the man. This was THE Nicholas Flamel. The effect was ruined by Mr. Emrys next words. "Nic your getting crumbs everywhere. You know how Penny gets about your appearance."

"Oops." The wizard replied pulling out a golden metallic wand and vanishing the crumbs from his clothes. "Damn woman will be the death of me."

Mr. Emrys just laughed and went about pulling out everything he needed to cook dinner. "So what do you think."

"Hmmmm." Nicolas said looking over Harry. "He has patience, and if what you and Albus have told me is true then he has the ability. I like him. I guess I'll take him back in the morning."

"It is not my choice. He can make his own decisions." Mr. Emrys looked over his shoulder at his wide eyed ward. "What about it Harry. You up for a little adventure."

Harry didn't know what to say. He had known that he would have this chance but the last few minutes had possibly been the weirdest he had experienced in at least a week... maybe. He couldn't recall all the weird things that happened to him recently.

"Harry."

"I would like to learn alchemy if you would teach me sir." Harry answered.

"Excellent. But we will not be having any of this sir business. My name is Nicholas, though only my wife calls me that when I'm in trouble so if you call me Nic I might be less likely to flee." Mr. Flamel said winking and reaching into his robes for a packet of papers. "I have here your apprenticeship papers along with all the necessary papers to have you registered with the French Ministry as a dual citizen."

"Why do I need citizenship?" Harry queried.

"Well in order to keep skilled artisans in country the Ministries made it so that a master could only take an apprentice in the same country he belonged to. It is pretty hard to be a dual citizen but between Albus and myself we wield considerable political power and we pretty much steam rolled anyone that disagreed with it." Nicholas explained.

"Ah... just one more question." Harry said causing the two to stop what they were doing and look at him. "How do you know Mr. Emrys."

The two laughed. "Didn't you know Harry, all old men know each other."


"OK Harry do you know what alchemy is." Nic asked as they sat down for dinner. The French wizard had caught up with Mr. Emrys while he cooked so Harry had decided to pack for his trip and finish the paperwork.

"I have been led to believe that it is the creation of magical objects." Harry started.

"Very good. In the broadest sense of the word you are correct, though that would mean that imbuing an object with magic through enchantment would be alchemy which is not true. Alchemists use naturally occurring magical objects to create things. In that vein Potions is a branch of alchemy, though an easy branch that can be done following instructions without any knowledge of what is going on within the potion. Enchanting could be considered a branch though alchemical enchanting is all natural and rather simple. Runes are a much easier broader form of enchanting. When we embue something with magic it will be a natural reaction that will be created by the reagents themselves rather than putting magic into it ourselves. Alchemy is like muggle chemistry. We alchemists discover the way magical elements interact with one another and we create things from these reactions." Nic explained. He paused to make sure Harry was still with him. "I am told that you are already teaching yourself potions to a level that most would consider basic alchemy. I want to teach you the Magical Elements so that you may understand why potions do what they do, and so one day you may create something of your own to further the knowledge of this world."

Harry sat quietly thinking for several seconds as he poked one of the shrimp in his Chow Mein. "What kind of elements are there. I have never heard of any Magical elements."

"Well everything from Thorium to Eitr. There are 578 magical elements known to us at this point in time with more discovered every few years. I am told you made Amaterasu." Harry nodded. "That is potion that is made from the liquid that comes from a Sun Stone. An alchemist figured out how to extract that liquid from the stone. It is actually a compound that is 2 parts Solarium and 1 part Absoryte. Absoryte is a natural battery of sorts, absorbing things and holding it. Over time the elements within the Absoryte break down the stone around it and mix with it creating compounds that we use in potions making. For this reason Alchemists use Absoryte for the creation of many compounds, or even to collect harder to obtain elements like liquid sun light AKA Solarium. As an potioneer you had no idea why you needed to run the liquid Sun Stone through an extractor several times before you could use it, but as an alchemist I can tell you that for Amaterasu you needed to take out as much of the stone as possible to get a stronger reaction. I will teach you this and many more things before we are through, at which time you will be able to make things the likes of which you will only ever see in high end stores or hear about in stories."

"Awesome." Harry smiled widely.

"I thought you would say that. However it will not be all fun and games." Harry nodded having expected the warning about slacking off. Not that he intended to give up the chance to learn from the greatest Alchemist of all time. "The alchemy will be entertaining sure... but believe me my wife will find some way to ruin our fun."

Harry's brow furrowed as he looked at the dead serious alchemist.

"Believe me boy. There are not many things that I have not seen on this earth and almost none I have come to fear, but woman are the scariest beings on this planet." Nicholas said. "Anyway eat up we have a long journey tomorrow."


Harry had always assumed Magical travel made things faster. Boy had he been wrong. Even with Mr. Flamels documents fast tracked it still took them 2 hours to get into France. The actual travel had been fairly fast though. The carriage they had ridden over in was expanded to fit a dozen travelers, and was pulled by invisible creatures that Mr. Flamel explained were called Thestrals.

When they arrived at the Flamel Estate, Mr. Flamel had explained that he and his wife preferred living in a flat in Paris. For the beginning of his training though they would be staying at the estate so that they could make full use of the giant laboratory that Nicholas had built in his basement. They may move to the flat after the first month.

The estate looked ridiculously... French. Big windows lots of shrubs and a distinct lack of dark colors. Inside presented lots of tall ceilings and very little furniture. Once inside a brown haired man in his mid 30's wearing a white servers outfit stepped forward to take Nicholas's coat.

"Harry this is Reginald. He is the Head Butler and my personal assistant." Nicholas said.

"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter." The man said with a slight bow.

"The pleasure is all mine." Harry replied holding his hand out. Reginald shook it hesitantly before turning to put the coat away.

"He isn't used to people other than Penny and I treating him like a human." Nicholas chuckled, turning to walk further into the house. "France might like to rub it in Britain's face that we don't have slaves like your House elves, but most of them don't treat their paid servants any better."

"Did France ever have slaves?" Harry asked.

"Yeah France, Germany, and Italy used Veela similarly to how you use your House Elves. We aren't exactly proud of it though. The French Revolution set them free though and gave them sizable tracts of land for their Enclaves. Italy freed theirs sometime after The Great War. Germany's were forcibly freed after WWII but they were so ostracized that they had to go back to serving, albeit this time for a little money." Nicholas explained.

"What about Reginald he didn't sound French?" Harry asked.

"I met Reginald in Brazil about about 15 years ago. He was an American down there on business and he helped me out. Five years later he showed up at my flat in Paris asking for my help. He had grown tired of his line of work but he didn't have any where to turn. I told him I needed and assistant and he agreed. The butler act is mostly a front. I have other servants for that kind of stuff but Reginald insisted." Nicholas shrugged. "I guess old habits die hard."

The two had walked into a small den with several comfortable chairs in a semi-circle around a fireplace. Before Harry had a chance to say anything a figure stood up. It turned around to reveal a beautiful young blond woman. She stood almost as tall as Nicholas, mere inches shorter, with long hair that reached mid back. She appeared to be in her late 30's, just a few years younger than Nicholas.

"Nicholas I am glad you have made it back." The woman said stepping forward. "Ah Mr. Potter I see you have come to stay with us for the summer."

"Harry this is my wife, Perenelle Flamel." Nicholas said.

"Perenelle if you will Mr. Potter. You will be staying with us for quite some time. As such I see little need for honorifics." Perenelle said holding out her hand. Harry took her hand and shook it.

"Yes Mrs. Perenelle." Harry said. The woman looked him over.

"Well I am having lunch with Mrs. Raffin. I will leave you two to your business." Mrs. Flamel said heading for the hallway they had come down. "Do try not to burn the house down again Nicholas."

The two wizards waited until Mrs. Flamel was gone before getting started. Harry dropped his stuff off in the room Reginald led him too before heading down to the lab. It was heaven for the young boy. He could see every instrument he had ever heard of and many more. The boy finally found his mentor in the back stoking the fires of a large forge wearing simple work clothes under a thick leather apron.

"There is an ore called Orichalcum that exists in large supply all over the magical world. Many that try to use it find it useless and brittle. However the orcs have long since known a secret that changed the metal into something stronger than steel. No one could figure out why." Nicholas grabbed a large pair of tongs and pulled a large metal bar from the fire. The end that had not been in the fire was a dark green color. The end Nicholas pulled from the fire was lit as if from within with an emerald glow. The alchemist hammered the metal several times before sticking it back in the embers.

"In the ruins of Atlantis explorers found objects made with a pink metal that had never been seen before. No metal or ore known to man could have formed those tools. It was not an overly hard metal, no more so than iron, but it had a certain amount of malleability that made it useful. But no one could find a natural source, even among the ruins of Atlantis where it came from." Another round of hammering halted the conversation.

"An alchemist found the secret though after several years of observing the metal. It had traces of an element that was one of the first ever observed by alchemists. The answer had been quite literally right under our noses." The alchemist stepped away from the forge towards a large tub filled with a dark liquid. "Blood."

The liquid seethed and roiled as the head of the metal stirred it into a frenzy. Steam poured from the tub and an acrid coppery smell permeated the air. Gouts of flame burst from chaotic tub and fire burned across the surface.

"The orcs had long held the banner as the most brutal race, but they had found out how to temper Orichalcum. Whether by love of blood or by accident they learned that something in their blood, something magical, was absorbed into the metal making it stronger. Now not just any blood will do. Orcs blood creates a dark dark green, almost black metal. A strong metal but hard to put or keep an edge on. Several other bloods were tried but the results were undesirable as far as metals go, but no one could figure out how the green metal was made pink by the Atlanteans. Except the Alchemist that discovered that blood was the key. This Alchemist found that human blood was not magical enough to cause a reaction, however through trial and error he found that a binding agent was necessary. If fairy wood was used for the fires, and the Poeiram that was released was hammered in forming a bond inside the metal, then human blood would temper the product into what was found in Atlantis." Nicholas explained.

"So you just used human blood? That was why you were hammering it right?" Harry asked excitedly. If one metal could have so many different reactions then the summer was bound to be packed full of fun.

"No actually human blood was not the only blood that needed a binding agent. A blood was found to potent to temper the metal. It simply malformed the metal and made it brittle. However after much testing it was found that the Glacite in Frost Wraith teeth could constrain the reaction and temper the metal." Nicholas explained.

"So what was the blood?" Harry asked trying to get closer to the still burning liquid to see if he could figure it out.

"Dragons." Nicholas said grabbing the tongs in two hands and lifting the bar out with some difficulty. What came out of the tub was far from what Harry had expected. The green color was long gone, replaced instead by a dark maroon color. Nicholas carefully placed it on the anvil but a deep thud still rang out through the air. "This metal has tripled in weight. Magic has very little affect on it, if at all. It is among the top five hardest metals in the world."

"Awesome." Harry said looking it over critically. The metal still steamed and distorted the air around it with the heat it gave off. He had seen the combination of only 3 of the 578 magical elements and he wondered just how many reactions there were. How many compounds he could create and what sorts of things he could build.

"It is quite awesome. Though I can't wait to get into the use of Souls. The amount of things you can do is simply mind boggling." Nicholas said smiling at his apprentices wonder. It had been many years since he had started down the path of Alchemy and he still had a similar reaction when he saw something new. Admittedly it would take much more than the tempering of Orichalcum to amaze him these days but still, he had to admit that watching a young person's first forays into the world of Alchemy always made him appreciate the magic in the simple things. He unknowingly felt a sense of pride well up inside at the boys reaction. Subconsciously he knew Harry would make a wonderful Alchemist.


The first 3 weeks were spent learning all the elements and how to identify them. The mornings from breakfast till lunch were spent at a table taking notes and reading books on Alchemy. After lunch though the Master Alchemist and his apprentice spent hours in the laboratory doing practical work, often losing track of time and showing up late for dinner. Sometimes they were so caught up in what they were doing Mrs. Flamel would drag them out just to make them go to bed. They only took time off if Mrs. Flamel insisted they do something with her. Nicholas didn't expect Harry to remember all of them and their reactions, but with only the summer to learn as much as possible the old alchemist was trying to fit as much in as possible. He trusted Harry would read the book on the elements and memorize everything he needed to later. Besides even the great Nicholas Flamel looked back at his notes sometimes

Balancing equations, how to handle the elements and what it took to experiment were what Nic was concerned with teaching his apprentice. As a matter of fact it looked like he would be done teaching him with a month to spare, leaving Harry to work on a final project of sorts. From what Nicholas could see whatever Harry was capable with coming up with might just be worth sending to the Alchemists Guild for his accredidation. Really anything new in the world of Alchemy made one an Alchemist seeing as how rare and difficult the subject was.

Harry was having a grand time with the Flamels. He was treated as a part of the family and not like a child. They listened to him when he spoke and gave his ideas thought. Of course it was a two way street. Harry made sure he didn't act immature or do anything to lose his credibility, even going so far as to let Perenelle drag him out to buy him some new clothes. Nic had thought it had been all too funny, at least until she had him trying on a new suit.

The young man made sure to keep up with his correspondences. Padma was his most frequent pen pal as he received a letter every few days from India via a Montague's Harrier that her father had bought her. Harry wasn't sure why the Flamels looked at each other as if they knew something he didn't when the whitish gray bird landed on the breakfast table. Parvati sometimes wrote little blurbs that came with her sisters letters talking about herself.

Matt's letters were his favorites though. His friend was spending the summer at home for the first time in years and had declared that his family was driving him mad. In fact the boy had even intimated that spending time with Harry, as dumb as he was, was preferable to time at home. Of course that was relatively speaking as Harry couldn't find anything wrong with his friends life and simply chalked it up to his friends way of saying he missed him. Most of the letters prattled on about Quiditch and learning how to sword fight with his dad. Harry knew that his letters looked much the same to his friend as he went on about alchemy and equations.

As far as friends came Matt was all Harry needed. Not that Mrs. Perenelle didn't drag him to several social events around France. It seemed that as if being the last Potter, as well as the Boy Who Lived, wasn't enough then being the apprentice of the premier Alchemist in the whole world pretty much made him the biggest celebrity at any party. Most of his time was spent between Nic and his wife so that they could support him as he was bombarded by people and questions. It was no surprise when Mrs. Perenelle showed up in the lab on the first day of the fourth week with an invitation to such an event.

"Dear Apolline Delacour has invited me to dinner at the Delacour Estate tonight." Mrs. Flamel said looking her husband over appreciatively. The two had been working with metal and the heat had prompted Nicholas to take his shirt off. His work forging metals had given him a better physique than most people, and certainly most wizards. Both wizards began their attempts to avoid the impending dinner.

"I have a meeting with a business associate tonight dear."

"Aw come on Mrs. Perenelle we were just getting to the good part."

"Sebastian is in Italy for a conference so you are not necessary..." Mrs. Flamel waved his thin excuse off.

"Sweet." He either didn't notice she called him unnecessary or didn't care.

"... but they have two daughters and I was wondering if I could steal your young apprentice from his oh so important work. He could use the friends and I would be lonely all by myself." She finished. Nicholas looked at his apprentice's pitiful gaze. He knew how difficult his wife could be sometimes and they did have some work. His wife saw the look as well though

"I would be oh so appreciative." Perenelle said stepping closer and putting her hand lightly on his chest. He turned his head to look into her eyes. What he saw was far from the pitiful gaze Harry was giving him. In fact he knew that look, and it boded well for him.

"Hustle up kid you have a dinner to go too."

"UGHHHHH." Harry groaned. He hated it when she did that.

Harry trudged upstairs to shower and change into one of the monkey suits that Mrs. Perenelle had picked out for him. He had put his foot down when they were shopping though and stuck to the traditional black. It was a good thing too, she had been trying to buy him an emerald green suit that she said went so well with his eyes. He shuddered at the thought of the monstrosity. The only thing that could have made it worse was a bowler hat.

"Hey you need help." Harry turned to find Reginald speaking to him from the door.

"I can't get this blasted tie even." Harry growled throwing his hands up in defeat. The man chuckled and crouched down on one knee to help the boy. "You know the Delacours are Mr. and Mrs. Flamels closest friends, much more so than any of the social climbers you have met so far. They actually like these ones so try to be nice."

The man had gotten along with Harry famously. He gave great advice and was never afraid or embarrassed to say what needed to be said. Not to mention he knew how to do just about everything perfectly.

"I hear they even have a pair of beautiful daughters. The kind of women a man would go to war over." The man said quirking an eyebrow.

"I don't need a woman. They are emotional and weird." Harry said stubbornly. "I don't know why you keep bringing up women."

"You won't always feel that way, maybe one day you will look back on your days here and thank me for me for my wonderful advice." He replied straightening the tie. "There we go."

"How do you get the right lengths every time." Harry said amazed once more by the mans abilites.

"I am just that damn good." He said shrugging. He stopped at the door as Harry pulled on his coat and turned back towards him. "You will learn. Women are the center of everything we do Mr. Potter."


Harry sat at a small dinner table enjoying a nice meal with the Delacours.. Mrs. Delacour sat across from him next to Mrs. Flamel while Harry was flanked on either side by one of her daughters. They could have been clones for all Harry knew. Blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin. They weren't dainty as he had come to expect from some of the women he had met the last few weeks, but they weren't big by any stretch of the imagination. He kept sneaking glances at the girl to his left, Fleur. For some reason he couldn't stop looking at her. She was beautiful. She had noticed of course and seemed a little annoyed by it.

Across the table Apolline Delacour leaned over to whisper to her friend without the kids noticing.

"He certainly is cute, and to be immune to Fleur's charm to such a degree at such a young age is astounding."

"Not all men with powerful will become great men, but all men great men have powerful will." Perenelle said.

"And he will become a great man too. I might just have to prod my daughters in his general direction." Apolline said grinning at the thought of matchmaking.

"She doesn't look like she is too taken with him. Maybe in a few years Gabby will be interested." Mrs. Flamel pointed out.

"She has just come into her allure, all boys annoy her right now." Apolline said, then louder to the children. "My flower why don't you show Monsieur Potter the garden you are so fond of while Mrs. Flamel and I talk over a little tea."

"Oui mama." The girl said getting to her feet and leading the way. Her little sister took her hand as they made their way through the house.

Ever since her 14th birthday when her allure appeared she had been hounded by the boys of Beaubatons. If she hadn't spent the summer before in training at her families enclave she was sure she would have fried them. This English boy was not much better. She couldn't really blame him, but she did not wish to spend anymore time than was necessary. The group descended the stairs from the back patio into a beautiful garden.

"This is our garden." Fleur said. "I spend a lot of my time here."

When she turned around she found Harry crouched down looking at a plant.

"This is a Star Lily isn't it. Did you plant these." The boy asked poking a flower. It was hard to imagine such a well dressed pristine young girl on her knees in the dirt of a flower bed. Fleur looked at him in surprise.

"Yes it is. It is my favorite. I planted most of them. Some of them were here before I started gardening." She said. The boy certainly knew his flowers.

"Mr. Flamel taught me how to extract the Solarium from the nectar." Harry said dipping his finger into the center of the flower and pulling it back covered in a glittering silver liquid.

"So you really are being taught by uncle Nic." Fleur stated watching as the boy wiped the finger off on a handkerchief he carried with him.

"Yeah. Hey do you want to see something cool?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Sure." The boy didn't seem so bad. If Uncle Nic had taken him as an apprentice he couldn't be that bad.

Harry pulled a vial out of the pocket inside his suit coat. After pouring the pale red liquid in his cupped hand the boy pulled a second vial out and tilted it to pour it in as well. As soon as the two liquids touched it lit on fire startling the two girls. The fire didn't burn him though. It simply burned the liquid.

"It doesn't burn humans." Harry said proudly as the girls looked at his hand carefully.

"Look sister fire. Show him yours." Gabby squealed in French. She didn't know much English and had been shy for most of the night. Harry was just glad Nicholas had gotten him a runic earplug that translated French for him. The old man had said that he could learn French some other time. Besides having people not know he understood him could give him an advantage.

"Gabby wants me to show you Veela fire." Fleur explained seeing the boy look at her sister. She held out her hand and a small flame appeared just over the palm of her hand. "We Veela have something called Passion fire."

"That is really cool." Harry said looking at the flames.

"I guess it is cool." Fleur said. She had never thought about it much. Her Veela powers had always been a given and most of them just annoyed her. Harry didn't seem to be enthralled though. She would have to ask her mother about that later.

"I can do something like that. Well not fire, but I can make electricity." Harry practically bounced at getting to share his powers. The Veela girl watched as bolts of electricity began to circle his arms at his sides.

Harry was careful to make sure that the electricity stayed below his elbows. If it climbed much higher he wasn't sure if he could keep it from reaching his torso. If that happened then the Yin and Yang would try and mix and he would lose the connection.

"What kind of creature are you?" Fleur asked in astonishment. She had never heard of a creature that could control lightning like that. She hadn't met another magical creature other than her Veela family, and an old werewolf that lived on the street behind her mothers favorite place to eat in Paris.

"I'm human." Harry said letting go of his energy and rubbing the back of his head in confusion.

"I didn't know humans could do such a thing." Fleur said regaining her cool.

"Well most can't but I was given the power by the Greek God of lightning." Harry explained. The girl wasn't sure what to make of the boy. He was the apprentice to a Master Alchemist at the age of 11, had control of lightning apparently given to him by a god, and didn't seem as affected by her powers as most boys were. What he said next really threw her though. "Do you think I could use Passion Fire."

"I have never heard of such a thing. I do no think it is possible for a human to control such a thing." Fleur said in surprise.

"Darn." Harry said crestfallen. The look changed to a thoughtful one though. "Maybe I could make it. One second."

The boy began to go through his pockets. Several items were deposited on a nearby bench. A few more vials of different color liquids, a crystal of some sort on a chain, a few small tools. Finally the boy found what he was looking for and pulled it out with an exclamation of triumph. In his hand was an empty cube of some clear material just a little bit bigger than the palm of his hand.

"This is a reservoir stone. It holds just about any energy put into it." Harry explained. "Could you try to put your Passion Fire into it?"

Fleur nodded and took the stone in her palm. She concentrated for several seconds on making a flame. She could feel the stone pulling at her magic as she did. After several seconds a small flame appeared inside the cube. It was a pitiful flame but for some reason she couldn't make it any bigger.

"That is all I can produce..." She was cut off as the tiny flame exploded and filled the whole cube.

"Well that was different." Harry said taking the stone from her and looking at the fire inside the cube. There was no empty space just a a rolling mass of fire.

"Harry dear we should be getting back." Perenelle's voice rang across the yard.

Harry looked up from the cube and headed back with the girls. One thing was for sure. He had a project, and he wouldn't stop until he figured it out.


Alright another chapter down. I know Alchemy seems strange and complex. Trust me it is. I spent hours trying to come up with rules and processes. Trying to come up with a whole branch of magic is not as simple as I first thought. Anyway everyone that read this should review. As for anyone that had questions on why Nic would just waste Orichalcum and Dragons blood by making a bar of metal he cant make into anything. In my imagination Harry helps him put it on the door as a cross beam to keep his wife out... Now if it works I'll leave that up to your imagination.