Diagon Alley was a crownded place with cobblestones creating the road and shops on both sides as far as the eye could see: Restuarants, Clothes, Potions, Brooms, ectra...

As he walked by one shop Ian was willing to swear he saw a jarred eye move and look dirrectly at him.

The Spy could quite honestly say he had never seen a shoping district quite like this:

Second Hand Brooms. Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions. Broomstix. Gringotts Bank. Junk Shop. Leaky Cauldron- There is was. Now all he had to do was slip away by two to meet up with Alex and Jackie, if they showed.

Still for now their first stop was Gringotts. An imposing snow-white multistoried marble building located partway down Diagon Alley, near its intersection with Knockturn Alley, that towered over the neighbouring shops. There was a wooden sign hanging outside the doorway with a rythem that was more of a dare then a warning in Ian's opinion.

"Its run by Golbins."

Lupin whishpered softly to him as the brunished bronze doors opened on their own into a vast marble hall with long counters stretching along its length and doors leading off to what Ian assumed to be the vualts with what had to be aleast sixty- maybe more- small humaniod creatures with long fingers, black eyes and white sitting at them.

"Inherientce test?"

Giving a nod towards James, Ian never took his eyes off the Goblin before him.

"It is possible. For a fee."

"I'll pay it."

There was no hesitance in Ian's voice as the Goblin nodded and pulled a piece of paper and a knife from below the counter- How many people requested this if he had the necessary iteams on hand?

"Three drops should do it. "

Without hesitanting Ian dragged the blade across his palm, allowing three drops of blood to spatter on the paper. As he watched words began to form on the paper. A family tree, Ian couldn't help but realize as he watched it appear starting from his and John's names.

Ian Alexander Rider

John Rider & Helen Rider nee Becket- Alexander John Rider

Ambrose Rider & Diana Rider nee Congreve- John Rider; Ian Alexander Rider

For a moment an unnerving silence filled the room, yet for some reason Ian felt as though he could finally breathe. The test had proven it, he was Ian Rider- Son of Ambrose and Diana Rider, Brother of John RIder- and now they had no more reason to play nice or constanctly bother him.

"What about his soul?"

Every eye in the room flickered onto Lilly Potter who was firmly standing tall and proud, despite her sudden iquary.

"His Soul?"

Lupin asked after a moment when it became clear no one else was going to break the silence.

A firm nod from the emerald eyed woman was his answer.

"There's more to magic then just a physical body. He may Physically be the child of Ambrose and Diana Rider but there's still a chance he's, on some level, My Son."

The Goblin, Griphook, glanced at Ian for a moment as if asking for permision which Ian proceeded to give with a slight nod. Anything to prove he was not their child so that way he could find a way out of this contract and back to his own life and family.

"The Soul...Is a match for that of Harry James Potter."

After a brief moment in which Ian felt as though he had been shot once again, James Potter yanked the startled man into a back breaking hug.

Reaching into his pocket for his wallet as to pay Griphook, like he said he would, Ian couldn't help but be suprised as the goblin held up a hand; it's long finger postioned in a way that meant stop.

"The money for this test will be taken from the Rider Family Vault that way you will not have to pay out of pocket."

...What?

"Rider Family Vault?"

Both Ian and Sirius spoke as one in disbleief before glancing at each other.

Slipping away from the group was actually easier then Ian organially thought it would be. All he had to do was say a few well thought out words, make slight inquirements and let his seeds take root. While everyone else was either too lost in their thoughts or arguging- James and Sirius- he had managed to slip back from the group and vanished into a crowd of nearby citizens.

From there is had only been a matter or relocating the Leaky Cauldron and waiting until the deadline. It was two fifteen when Ian was considering leaving to find a local phone both on the London Side when a blond hair, brown eye teenager accompied by a woman looking to be in her late twenties, with tangled red hair and a round, boyish face.

He knew the moment Alex spotted him, as his nephew did a visible double take before speaking to Jack and making a gesture his way.

They were late but Ian susposed it was better late then never.

Ian knew the moment Jack Starbright noticed him as her eyes darkened with anger and a hand slipped inside her bag where Ian was willing to bet his right arm that her skillet was waiting inside for him.

Taking a breath to both calm his nerves and force himself not to go running the other way- it would only be worse if she had to chase you- Ian made his way through the crowd towards his nephew and Housekeeper.

"We would like to rent a Private Room, Sir."

The bartender Tom, give each of them a brief look but didn't ask any questions.

"That'd be Ten sickles for room Thirteen. "

Passing the Galloen to Tom, Ian took the room key before leading Jack and Alex up the rickety stair all the while mentally ensuring himself everything would turn out fine.

Leading them into the room, Ian took a breath as he glanced around for a brief moment as to stall before turning to explain exactly what happened.

Wham!

For a moment Ian was certain he saw stars before the whole world tipped on its side and faded black.

Thud! The Spy's body hit the hard wooden floor a moment later.

"You could have at least allowed him to explain himself."

Jack just shrugged as she wiped the slight blood stain from her Skillet.

"I wanted to hit him before he could get a chance to calm me down."