Henri Samedi

A/N: This chapter took longer than expected to complete. I thought I was done with it and started on the next chapter and then suddenly decided that a chunk of that new chapter needed to be added to this chapter, it added to the continuity in a really good way and doubled the size of the chapter. I am presently half way through the planned next chapter, but of course that could change too.

Chapter Eight – Albus meets Henri

May 1st - MACUSA – New York International Portkey Arrival Point

MACUSA's International Portkey Arrival Point was a cavernous room with large pillars which divided it into sections. It was also without external windows and only had one door. On each divider was a sign that identified where in the world the portkey originated.

Right at 10 am local time, Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall appeared, each holding an old New York subway token that was their individual portkey. After a moment to clear any disorientation a disembodied voice announced, "Welcome to the MACUSA International Portkey Arrival Point, please retain your portkey token. Exit the room through the door. If you are traveling on, take the hallway to the first intersection and turn right. The national portkey departure point is at the end of that hall. If your destination is New York City, follow the hallway to the far door at the end of the hall."

"Onward and forward then my dear professor," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes. He then offered his arm to the elderly teacher. The elderly couple then walked out of the room and followed the directions that were given. Once they reached the end of the proper hall, they found their way blocked by an antique turnstile.

"Welcome to the MACUSA National Portkey Departure. Place your used portkey in the slot marked "Token", then push through the turnstile. One person per token portkey." A voice echoed from above their heads.

After dropping their individual tokens into the machine, both professors passed through the turnstile. Moments later they found a downward escalator. Traveling down the escalator, they found a long desk with several gray robed agents. A male agent spoke asking, "Welcome, what is your destination?"

"Greetings, dear boy, I am Albus Dumbledore and this is Minerva McGonagall. We both are traveling to meet an agent Kent in New Orleans Louisiana." Dumbledore responded. He did not add his titles as he expected the man to recognize him by name.

The man instead of acknowledging any of Dumbledore's titles simply picked up two new tokens. With a flick of his wand, the tokens glowed blue for a moment. He then handed them to the older wizard and witch. "Here are your portkeys. Follow this hallway to room 18. The portkeys will activate one minute after entering the room. Once you are at your location, simply ask for directions to the agent's office. Lastly, be prepared for a time change, it is 10:30 am here. It will be just after 9:35 am there when you arrive."

True to the agent's words, exactly one minute after arriving in room 18, marked Louisiana, they were portkeyed away. They reappeared less than a minute later in a nearly identical room. Immediately a voice spoke, "Welcome to the MACUSA, Louisiana offices at Plaza Tower. Please retain your portkey token. Exit the room, through the door. You will be met by a MACUSA travel agent who will assist you in getting to your location."

Again, following the direction both professors exited the room. They followed the hall until the hall opened into a larger room. A young male agent, dressed in a gray suit met them as soon as they entered the room. "Greetings Supreme Mugwump Albus Dumbledore and Transfiguration Mistress Minerva McGonagall. I am junior agent Williams, welcome to Louisiana. Agent Kent and his team are awaiting you on the 32nd floor."

"When will we be able to see Henri Samedi, the former Harry Potter?" Dumbledore asked impatiently.

"Harry Potter was a National Hero and celebrity for magical Great Britain. Henri Samedi, on the other hand, is an International level Hero and role model for both the magical and No-Maj or mundane people. That includes the mundanes of Great Britain." Williams gushed. "Agent Kent has been the agent in-charge since Harry became Henri. The agents have information that you need to understand before you will be allowed anywhere near Mr. Samedi." He finished with a slight amount of heat in his voice.

"Of course, we have already been informed that Mr. Samedi's is a unique situation. We are just excited to see him after all these years." Minerva explained.

With a stiff nod, Williams waved them to follow him. "The elevators are this way, follow me."

The elevators themselves were a shock to the elderly couple. The idea that the elevators traveled 45 floors and several underground levels, plus the contraptions were controlled by Muggle means, was a shock. The speed that the elevator cars traveled was equally shocking, over 20 floors in just over a minute.

~~o0o~~

The first thing that Dumbledore noticed upon arriving at the 32nd floor was that the agents coming or going would drop small items, including tobacco and bits of food into one or more of the three small ceremonial braziers. The first thing that McGonagall noticed as the heavy smell spiced rum and tobacco. Both of them noticed that each of the braziers had pictures, idols, symbols and plants that identified each brazier as dedicated to different individuals.

Williams smiled at them and explained. "Over the last nine years, every agent on this floor has come in contact with at least one of the Ghede, a Greek god, goddess or one of the Samedi direct family. The left most brazier is dedicated to the Ghede, the right is to the Greek pantheon and the center one is dedicated to the direct Samedi family."

"That is enough Williams, I'll take care of our guests now," came the tense tenor voice of Agent Kent. He then turned and introduced himself. "I'm Agent David Kent also known as l'agent magique Kent, please follow me to my office, I have a small presentation to show you before we discuss Mr. Samedi, who you know as Harry Potter and his family.

The first impression that Professor McGonagall had about the agent in front of her was that his magic had a wild quality to it and he must be a Animagus with a powerful form. Dumbledore's impression was similar but he was confused as the man seemed to radiate with more than one core of magical power. The elder wizard's magical spectacles also registered more than a magic wand on the man, some form of necklace, a ring and something in the man's mouth also radiated magic like a wand. He would not allow his curiosity to get the better of him, yet.

~~o0o~~

Entering Agent Kent's office was a shock for both of the elderly educators. Instead of the wooden desk and furniture that they were used to seeing in offices at Hogwarts and at the Ministry, the office was filled with leather, metal and glass. The agent's desk was glass with metal legs. A see-through computer was sitting on the center of the desk with the wires and cords hidden by the metal desk legs. On two of the three non-door walls were filled with large flat screen TVs and the third wall was floor to ceiling windows. The only furniture in the room were a leather couch, two matching leather visitor chairs and a matching leather executive chair behind the desk.

With a simple wave of his hand Kent directed the professors to take the visitors chairs as his slide into his desk chair. He smiled at them and began. "I know you want to see Henri, but many things have to be explained so you can understand his life and lifestyle before you meet him."

He then tapped a nearly invisible rune cluster on his desk. A representation of the human body appeared on the desk and began projecting about it. "This is the human body as you know." He explained unnecessarily. "You surely know that the magical core is usually represented in the solar plexus." A light began to glow at the base of the stomach on the human body.

Both professors nodded when agent Kent looked up for confirmation.

"The MACUSA version of your Unspeakables have identified other areas of the body that also act similar to magical cores and can produce similar results, using different means." Agent Kent continued. "We have identified a total of three areas that act as cores for various forms of magic, all of them apply to Henri. He of course has his wand based magical core and it is rather large."

He then pressed a different rune cluster. The first light faded and was replaced by a green light on the opposite side of the chest from the heart. "This is the normal location for what is known as the 'Natural or Nature core'. These magical uses use elements and aspects of nature with words to activate their magic, within restriction. It is usually a family bases magical form and they are known as 'witches' regardless of sex."

Agent Kent then turned on the television to their left and with a couple button presses on his computer keyboard, explained. "Here is an example, these are three sisters who are Natural Witches."

The screen showed three dark haired women each with slightly different abilities fighting against a black-eyed creature, until finally the three sisters began chanting "Evil hiding in plain sight, I use this spell with all my might,
To stop your changing form and shape, this vanquish seals your fate
".

It was shocking to watch the black eye creature shimmer into a green lizard-like creature and then explode.

"That was what is known as a Chameleon Demon," Agent Kent explained. "The sisters used to have to deal with things like that, before they had a family and retired. They decided to have a rather large family and they retired. They now occasionally teach the new generation. After Henri was found to have a Natural core, they taught Henri over one summer."

"How skilled is he in this form of magic?" Professor McGonagall asked. The question was unasked by Dumbledore but both fear and anticipation were on his face for the answer.

"Of the three forms of magic, he possesses, it is his weakest." Agent Kent acknowledged. "In many respects, his nature core acts as a backup core for the other two cores. 'Of course, that is in relationship to his other magic, not in relationship to others his age.' He thought to himself.

Touching another cluster of runes, the light on the human body faded. It was replaced by two others. A white light in the head of the body and light pink one in the area of the heart. He then looked at the confused couple.

"These represent a type of magic known as 'Devotional'." Agent Kent explained. "The light pink area is known as the 'Receptive Devotional' core, it has been found in mundane priests, nuns, shaman, a larger number follow a religion name Wicca and an even greater number follow a religion named Voodoo. Unlike your magical core, their cores are restored through devotion to their belief in their religion or their god or goddess. Before you ask, I have almost no clue how."

"I assume that you are going to say the renamed Mr. Samedi has one of these receptive devotional cores?" Dumbledore asked.

"I will be happy to answer that question after I finish with this portion of the presentation." Agent Kent responded. He then continued as if he had not been interrupted. "The white area is known as 'Worshipful Devotional' core. It is the opposite of receptive in that the energy is sent from those with receptive cores. It is sent to those who are being worshiped. Only a few individuals on the planet who are not a Psychopomp, Celestial, Demi-god or godling have the Worshipful Devotional core, they tend to be religious leaders who have ancestors that were one of the others, usually a demi-god."

Agent Kent waved his hand over the various rune clusters and the human body cleared from the desk. He typed on the computer and the image was replaced by an image of a fully clothed Henri Samdi, dressed in a white tunic and pants. On the image, it showed a large wand based magical core, with a nearly equal sized dark red receptive devotional core that touched the wand core. A slightly smaller but bright white Worshipful devotional core covered his head. A small medium green natural core covered the remainder of his chest and touched the receptive devotional core.

"As you can see he has all the various cores that I have discussed." Agent Kent pointed out. "There are two interesting things that we have found. First because his wand, receptive and cores are touching, they are able to a limited degree act as batteries for each other. The other interesting thing is that his Worshipful core is still growing and is expected to eventually connect with both the natural and receptive core. We are interested to learn the result when that happens."

Agent Kent typed a code on his computer and a video appeared on the same television, but did not start. The stopped video was the inside of the Hounfour, Henri was frozen in middle of a dance step with Renee standing behind him. The room was decorated for All Saint's Day. "This is video was recorded last year as Halloween transitions into All Saint's Day. In it you will see not only Henri, his mundane guardian and the remainder of his direct family." Agent Kent explained. "What you will see is known as 'Henri's Bardo' or Henri's Dance."

The video began with silence other than the sound of Henri dancing, slowly but surely eerie music joined his dance, starting with a violin, gaining in volume and then adding more instruments as the dance continued. Professor McGonagall was impressed by the agility and balance shown by Henri but the dance touched a sad place in her heart. Her thoughts stopped when the video suddenly stopped on the face of an elderly woman with grey white hair covered in a multitude of headscarves and a white-out blind eye.

"This lady is Madam Renee LaDoux, she is known as the Voodoo Queen of Louisiana, a title she disputes. She is a squib-born squib with a rather strong receptive devotional core and a surprising sized worshipful devotional core that are both based on her connection to and from the Loa Baron Samedi and his wife Maman Brigitte. She is a strong person with an equally strong personality and has raised Henri with strong sense of right and wrong." Kent explained. "Just so you know and are not surprised, Voodoo is a religion that is partially based in necromancy in that they communicate with their dead family and friends on specific holidays and special days." He intentionally avoided other aspects at that moment. He then continued the video.

As the video continued, the unseen instruments and their players slowly became visible. The lesser Ghede appeared first and remained in the shadows. As they appeared the people in the Hounfour also picked up instruments and began to play. Finally, the Baron and Brigitte appeared and became solid. Without stopping the video Kent announced, "That is Henri's magical father and mother, Baron Samedi and Maman Brigitte aspects of choice, death and healing, as well as other things that Henri is too young to fully appreciate."

Dumbledore began to interrupt but Kent waved to wait and watch the video. On the video, another couple were fading into sight. When they appeared both McGonagall and Dumbledore gasped. They gasped a second time when Henri stopped dancing and rushed to the pair and hugged them, with a joyful cry of "Mom, Dad!"

"Yes, that was James and Lily Potter," Agent Kent explained unnecessarily. "Henri is able to call them for visits a couple times a year. At least that many time where they can be solid for a period of time. For about four hours, if I remember correctly. He can call them more often than that, but they would be ghost-like and neither like that type of communication.

"So, his adopted parents are necromancers?" Dumbledore asked in an accusing tone.

"Hardly, would you accuse lord Thanatos of being a necromancer?" Agent Kent shot back.

"Never, he is an aspect of death." Dumbledore responded, while at the same time McGonagall blanched in realization.

"So is the Baron, the only difference is one is Greek and the other is at least partially African based. Interesting thing to note, Henri calls Thanatos, Uncle Than…" Agent Kent left the thought hanging.

With a couple of keystokes on the computer keyboard, the video was replaced by two videos playing on opposite televisions. On one was a man in a red and blue outfit with a red cape and on the other was a woman with a dark red, blue and gold warriors outfit, each of them were fighting battles in which they were outnumbered.

"The man is known as Superman, he is from another planet in which their gravity is many time that of ours. He is almost indistructable." Agent Kent pointed out. "The woman is known as Wonder Woman, she is what is known as an Amazon and nearly as strong as Superman. Both came to our awareness in 1941. They have not appeared to age a day since then. They are the male and female leaders of a super powered group of heroes known as the Justice League."

Kent then stopped the videos and replaced them with separate pictures. One with Superman holding a small boy on his shoulder and another with Wonder Woman holding that same boy on her lap. "The boy in each of those pictures is Henri." They then were replaced with a chronological order picture of each year showing Henri with the Justice League each year from the age of 6 until 10. "He is their mascot and unofficial member."

The next set of pictures showed Henri shaking hands with both the magical and mundane presidents. It was becoming obvious that the agent was letting them know that Henri was not only powerful but protected on multiple fronts. "It is thanks to Henri that heroes now have insurance to help them against any damage caused while doing their job and their health needs."

"Henri is claimed by multiple groups, families and heroes." Agent Kent smiled. He then showed three pictures of men in armor, each holding Henri protectively. The first was blonde with massive muscles, a large throwing hammer casually sitting at his side. The second was dark haired with green armor and an impish smile. The third was much older with a metal eye patch. Each of them had a protective arm around the boy's much smaller shoulder.

"Thor Odinson is a member of a superhero group known as the Avengers." He paused, showing a picture of the Avengers with Henri in the center. "Henri somehow was caught up in the Bifrost one time when Thor returned home to Asgard. He was able to temporarily hide from Heimdallr's eyesight, just long enough to get the attention of Loki, Odin and his wife Frigga. He showed them his abilities as a shapeshifter, blending into shadows and blinking. He made the All-Father smile. He also intrigued Loki. He was fed by Frigga herself. Henri now has an open invitation to visit Asgard whenever he wishes, though Renee grounded him for a week for that stunt."

"A shapeshifter, is that like a Animagus?" McGonagall asked. She was almost sure that it was nearly the same, but needed to verify her facts.

"Not exactly, you would understand it as something close to a multiple Animagus, but the Animagus reversal spell has no effect on it. He presently has over a half-dozen different forms." Agent Kent explained.

Dumbledore's face showed his confusion, "What is this grounding that he endured for a week?"

With a chuckle Kent explained, "I am sure he would agree that he had to endure it. It is simply a variation of your detention. In this case, when he was not at school, required by the Goblins or otherwise needed, he was restricted to his house. He was not allowed to hunt, fish, trap, train or have any other privileges for that week."

McGonagall nodded in agreement and Dumbledore in begrudging understanding. It was a valid punishment in their eyes.

Over the next half hour, Agent Kent discussed various situations with the elderly educators including concerns that the magical and mundane American governments had about Henri's schooling in Great Britain. At the end of that conversation Agent Kent brought out the final weapon of the morning, lunch. "I suggest that we head for your accommodations. That way you can take a few moments to freshen up and prepare for our midday meal."

"Our we going to be having lunch with Henri or his guardian?" Dumbledore asked excitedly.

"Henri is…" Agent Kent checked his schedule. "He is at school, taking advanced courses with the Goblins and training with the Ghede. He will be out of school at 3:00pm but almost immediately has after school activities. Our plans are to have lunch near your lodging, go to a local commerce center, so you can see how the mundane people see Henri Samedi and observe him from a short distance as his school gets out this afternoon. Tomorrow I have a regularly scheduled time that I with him which is when you will be able to have your talk with him. Unfortunately, his time is scheduled so strictly that he cannot just drop what he is doing just to talk with you unexpectedly."

That was a lie, they had been expecting to hear from Dumbledore for roughly a month. The timing was partially set so the man would know not to expect to get his way. The greater reason was because Mrs. Charlette Renard had recently died and Henri was going to lead the march in her funeral procession as the Baron's representative that afternoon.

~~o0o~~

The Pontchartrain Hotel was a shock to the elderly educators, from the outside it looked to be an elegant muggle hotel, but once they were inside the building they noticed subtle magical accents and hints that showed it was much more than it appeared. For one more than a few of the bellmen were glamoured house elves.

Agent Kent slipped up to the desk attendant without trouble and announced, "Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall are checking in."

The desk attendant nodded, smiled and simply said. "Rooms M204 and M206, through the mirror and up either the elevator or the stairs and to the right. Doors are wand locked." He then pointed to the ornate mirror that covered the wall to the right of the desk.

Following the directions, they simply walked up to the mirror and when the coast was clear slipped through the smooth surface. The other side of the mirror was identical except for no desk and a single elevator instead of a bay with multiple elevators. A single set of golden stairs encased in a silver framework stood next to the elevator.

Professor McGonagall removed and enlarged her tartan overnight case from her robes. Dumbledore did the same with his purple and lime valise. They then followed Agent Kent into the elevator. When the elevator arrived at the next floor he showed them quickly to their adjoining rooms and advised. "We are going into the mundane world to have our meal, so dress comfortably but try and not be too dramatic with your color choices."

Thirty minutes later they were back outside of the hotel, Kent was driving them toward the Outlet Collect at Riverwalk. The next hour and a half was an eye opener for the elderly couple, an exhausting eye opener. They walked, tried various types of food, learned about Henri from the mundane people that loved him, saw sights that they had no concepts of in their wildest imaginations and learned there was even more to see than even what they had seen. They saw clothing with Henri's likeness and the likeness of other hero's. Items that they learned were toy with Henri's and these other hero's likeness on them. Books that with both fiction and truthful adventures and much more. They even found small sacrificial braziers for the Greeks, Norse, Loa, Ghede and Henri specifically.

By the end of their adventure Minerva's head was spinning and her feet was tired. She chose to return to her hotel room to rest for the evening. Dumbledore's feet were likewise sore, but with the help of a Pepper-up potion, he was excited to at least see Henri exit his mundane school.

~~o0o~~

Agent Kent and Dumbledore appear a small distance away from the front entrance to Henri's High School. They are hidden in the shadows of an alleyway directly across the street from the school, hidden from the sight of the parents and the buses alike. A small notice-me-not spell completely hides them from any onlookers.

Dumbledore looks at the two-story brick building with its brick and metal fence and is less than appreciative of the school. It has none of the grace, majesty or flare of Hogwarts. In his mind, it is an uninspired box of a building. The only things of the slightest interest are the two poles, each holding an assortment of flags and a statue of some sort below them, but neither the poles nor the statue hold enough interest for the old man to be able to identify what they represent.

A mechanical sounding bell shatters the calm of the neighborhood for several seconds, following that sound the stampeding sound of student's feet could be heard, charging not only out the front door of the school but out of two other side doors that were barely visible from their hidden location. Then the most terrifying sight met Albus Dumbledore eyes, an eight-foot green troll charging out of the school with the prone form of one Henri Samedi, Harry Potter, slung over one of its shoulders.

Without a second thought, Dumbledore whipped out his wand and began to rush across the street, only to be met by an invisible wall of energy and an incarceration hex to the back. "Hold it, old man!" demanded Agent Kent.

It was at that moment Dumbledore realized he was surrounded by five other agents. "Har...Henri is captured by that troll!" He demanded.

"That is no Troll! Look again and this time listen." Kent responded with a wry smile.

Dumbledore then did as was demanded and turned back toward the school. The troll was joined by a hovering girl who was floating after them. She had a blackish purple energy around her body. Her hair covering her eyes. They were also joined by a dark-skinned boy who seemed to be climbing on the school walls and presently was upside down. All of them were laughing.

Then Dumbledore heard, "Got damn it, Rampage put me down, I can walk." Came a muffled voice.

He was then shocked when the supposed Troll responded, "Sure, sure Henri, I know." In a deep, nearly contrabass voice. The now named Rampage single arm flipped Henri into the air.

Henri then continued the flip and landed lightly on his feet with a slight bounce. It was at that moment Dumbledore got his first clear look at the boy. His black hair was not a bird's nest as expected, like James Potter's. Instead it was shaved on the sides and close on the top. His body was that of an athlete with tight toned muscles. He wore dark glasses, but they appeared to be an accessory, not needed for his eyesight. His eyes were SILVER, not the green he would have inherited from his mother. The scar was GONE. The scar that he was given THAT night, the one that distinguished him as the-boy-who-lived, was no longer present.

Just as he was about to ask about all the changes in the boy, Dumbledore was again distracted by the school door bursting open. This time with large Toucan bird, riding on the back of Ostridge. The strange thing was the reaction from the other students, no screams or staring. They simply got out of the way and a few were seen rolling their eyes at the sight.

A moment later an older woman with lightly graying hair stepped out of the doors with an exasperated look and yelled, "Tom and Tammy Chambers!" She then paused a moment and then reconsidered, "No scratch that, New Gens et al!"

At the woman's yell, first the animals then all of Henri's friends looked in the woman's direction. Showing that she had their attention.

"Your choice, half an hour community service or hour detention." She announced in a long-suffering voice.

"I have a Baron march in half an hour and a MACUSA meeting tomorrow directly after school." Henri announced. "I am open for whatever you decide either on Saturday or next week, except Thursday. As usual if that is not good enough, you can always take it up with Maman Renee, Madam Chevelle."

"Half an hour on Saturday is fine for all of you, except for Mr. Morales. The Janitor needs your help getting the webbing down now, as well. It seems to be gumming up the sprinkler system again." Madam Chevelle agreed.

A moment later the Toucan and Ostridge were replaced by a nearly identical boy and girl. Each with dark hair and eyes and very mischievous smiles. It was then that Dumbledore noticed that the other 'New Gens' had similar smiles. "Why do I have the feeling something about that situation was preplanned?" He asked.

"Because a variation of that scene has been played out monthly for the last two school years." Agent Kent began to explain. "The twins are shapeshifters and they plus occasionally Henri take turns coming up with various animal to charge out of the school as each month. Rampage always charges out of the school carrying one of them, occasionally getting into a mock battle over it. Madam Chevelle always comes out near the end and punishes them. The punishment always ends up being on a Saturday for half an hour, which turns into an autograph signing event. The money raised goes to nearby charity. Miles Morales always stays after to help clean up his webbing. It is a chemical compound that breaks down, it just takes longer than the school likes and it allows Miles to recycle the compound."

"So, it is some form of an advertising ploy?" Dumbledore asked trying to follow the idea.

"Yes, that way if one or more of them have something going on that needs to be acknowledged, like Henri's Baron March today, people will know if it is open to the public or if it is private." Kent agreed.

"What was his reference to his MACUSA meeting then?" Dumbledore asked.

"He was acknowledging that he was going to be privately busy tomorrow, he knew we were there and he was saying hi." Kent said with small smile. "Sometimes that boy is too smart."

"What exactly is this Baron March?"

"It is a public funeral march to and from the cemetery." Agent Kent explained. "Henri only does it so many times a month, he dresses as the Baron, not only leading the march but interacting with the crowd that gathers. He also digs at least the first couple of spade full of dirt for the dead. There is magic involved, it is publicly done, but it is under the ICW rule 1014v232 Deity, Demigod and Celestial Exceptions subsection clause. It has been observed and verified by the ICW code enforcement department. There have been a few times that other members of the Ghede have gotten involved in the procession for one reason or another."

Dumbledore nodded with understanding of the ICW rule and its subsections. If he remembered correctly the Greeks, Romans and Norse were the greater reasons for the ruling being created over five hundred years previously. He decided to double check the whole rule and it sections after he returned to Hogwarts. He then asked, "So, does Henri get paid for this marches or is it a free service?"

"He has done both, it depends on the situation." Agent Kent explained. "One of his neighborhood friends and her family were killed by Swamp bears, a variation of Bloodsucking Bugbear. After meeting up with the Goblin aspect of death known in English as Soul Render and culling the nearest tribe of Swamp bears, Henri marched the girl and her parents for free. He also has marched for victims of hurricanes. He tends to march children and hurricane victims for free. The march is something that is uniquely Louisiana.

"They do not hide that they are heroes?" Dumbledore asked a question that had concerned him.

"No, some of them are known as their hero name to the public and others are known as one name while working and another when not." Agent Kent began to explain. "The public recognizes that, simply by how they are dressed or acting at the time. Some like Rampage, cannot hide who they are related to so they go by their hero name all the time. Henri is known both as the local legend Henri Samedi and Kid Saturday the Super Hero." Agent Kent then sighed. "The villains that the team deals with have learned that trying to attack the family of any of the team is a mistake and bad for their health."

When Dumbledore looked at Agent Kent strangely, the Agent just laughed. "First, they learned that Henri usually does not punch as hard as he can. Second, they learned that Renee is not some helpless old lady. Lastly, they learned why Dobby, the House Elf is an honorary team member."

~~o0o~~

Minerva joined Albus and Agent Kent outside a small church after a short nap. The draw of watching a local event, even a solemn event such as a funeral march was too much for the educator in her. The fact that like Harry Potter, now Henri Samedi would be involved made it priceless to her memory of his parents.

Agent Kent got the attention of both the visiting educators before they were distracted too much by the growing crowds. "Remember that you will not be able to talk with Henri before, during or after the march. He is going to working from the moment he gets here to the moment he leaves. Among other things he must console the bereaved, check on the band, make sure the other marchers are ready and coordinate with the funeral home and the church leaders, plus he has to act as a final level of security and he has other duties as the representative of the Baron that I am not privy to as well." He explained. "During the march, it will look as if he is involving the crowd and to a degree he is, but that is partly looking for threats and partly doing the Baron's work. Don't get involved."

Inside the church, Henri was standing just inside the church doors as the funeral service was being held. He was dressed in the Baron's purple top hat and tails, he was shoeless. His left contact was removed and his gem green eye was gleaming with anticipation. His dark sunglasses were perched on his nose, the left lens removed. He was standing with his legs slightly apart, his head bowed, listening not to the service, but the voices of the Loa and the Ghede.

A moment before the funeral service was to end, the collective voice of the Ghede whispered 'Be aware' and Henri's attention immediately returned to his duties. A few minutes later, the husband and family of the departed were led to a side room. In that time, Henri leaned outside and nodded to the band. The leader of the band took the cue to warm up the band quietly. Henri then slipped into the side room to greet the family.

The family were not followers of Voodoo, though they were catholic and respected Voodoo culture. They did know him as 'Kid Saturday' and had seen several of his previous funeral marches. The husband shook his hand and thanked him, while the sisters of the dead hugged him tearfully. In the next few minutes gave his condolences and explained what he was going to do, in broad details during the march, at the cemetery and afterward on the march back to the church. When the family was ready he excused himself, and left the room to make sure that everyone else was ready.

Outside the church an 11-year-old girl stood with her parents, they were excited to see a funeral march. They had traveled from London as an early holiday and gift for her getting into a magical school known as Hogwarts. She was a Muggleborn, but her dentist parents accepted her having magic with ease as it explained so many of the strange accidents that happened over the years. Hermione Granger was so ever so happy to be in New Orleans.

The music began moments after a boy had stuck his head out of the church doors. It was funny because he was wearing a purple top hat and what looked like broken glasses. Minutes later the boy walked out of the doors again, very slowly, he was dressed in purple black and white. The church doors remained opened, held by other people dressed all in black.

Just as the coffin was carried out, the boy jumped about and swung his arms. A long shovel appeared in his right hand. Hermione gasp, 'That boy did magic in front of muggles!' She nearly screamed when he jumped again, this time turning around in a circle. 'His face! Half of it is a skull!' If it wasn't for his father's hand on her shoulder she would have rushed over to tell that boy off for revealing magic to the muggles.

White handkerchiefs and beaded parasols twirled moved slowly in the air as the dirge was played as the march moved fully into the street. Suddenly as if a switch had been flipped, a whistle was blown and the music changed from sad to joyous. Henri who had been marching slowly, became wild and free, flipping and bouncing, jumping and twirling. He began to interact with the crowd both those marching and those watching. Flipping some on the nose, shaking a finger at others, give a shaking head to even others or a smile to some, all who he interacted with got candy. Where he got the candy, only Henri knew. Most of the children watching Henri shook their hand in mock formality, with a few getting a bow and an exaggerated hat removal. All the while his shovel was equally active in its movements.

One time during the march, Henri stopped at what appeared to most to be a blank spot in the crowd, bowed, and then marked the ground with an X before moving on. What the mundane people did not see was in that blank spot was a disillusioned MACUSA agent. It would not be until a week later that Agent Kent would realize, Henri had marked that agent for death. The agent was lucky, he died in his sleep.

~~o0o~~

The magic shown by the boy was both fascinating and frightening for Dumbledore to watch. It was beyond his belief that the boy was any form of aspect of death or that he was linked to such an aspect. Though a macabre representation, the march seemed to be the exact opposite of death and a celebration of the life energy. He refused to see the power released by the boy for what it truly represented.

Professor McGonagall on the other hand realized what she saw for what it was and was not afraid of it. The boy was happy and other than being a bit curious about his actions toward the various people in the crowd she realized the boy was not evil or even the least bit dark toward the audience. She saw a focused outlet for the mischievous nature of his father James and his school records showed the sharp focus of his mother Lilly with the power of his adopted parents and guardians added to the mix. A swell of pride for the future came to the elderly woman's heart.

~~o0o~~

Hermione got her chance to tell the boy her opinion after the funeral was complete. She and her parents happened to be walking in the same direction as he as some people.

She rushed up to Henri and touched his shoulder. "That was against the law what you did at the funeral." Hermione tried to whisper.

Henri turned to her and asked, "What was that chère?"

"When you did magic." Hermione whispered in an exasperated tone.

"British?" Henri asked. "Hogwarts? Have you already started or are you starting this next term?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" She replied.

"Making conversation, plus I have some people from there coming tomorrow for a visit." Henri responded. "And no what I did was not illegal, the ICW has like three different exceptions for it. The MACUSA have a couple different exceptions as well. Plus, if they had a problem with, the agents that were there watching could have stopped it, I been doing it for years. And this is not Britain so those laws don't count here."

"I don't believe it." Hermione snapped, nearly stamping her foot in frustration.

"Two of the ICW exceptions are under rule 1014 which deals with Deity, Demigod and Celestials and their agents. One of them has to do with priests acting as agents of a long list of beings which Baron Samedi is on the list. The other has to do with when Deity, Godling, Celestial or Demigod or one who is claimed as such by those on that list is doing something within their realm of power, they are exempt. I am not sure what subsection is which on that rule as there are hundreds. Plus, there is a rule about Super powered beings using their abilities being outside the reach of the ICW, that also applies to me as well." Henri detailed. A smile grew as he talked.

"How does any of that apply to you?" Hermione asked with a confused look on her face.

"Oh, I thought you knew, chère." Henri said with a full smile. "My name is Henri Samdi, I am the Baron's Boy. I am also known as Kid Saturday."

It was at that moment that Hermione and her parents realized who she had been talking to, the boy in front of them was an honest to goodness Super Hero and was believed to be the human son of the Voodoo Baron Samedi.

"Holy Cricket, I am so sorry." Hermione apologized. Her eyes began to fill with tears, which threatened to fall.

"It is no problem, I am just so used to people knowing who I am any more, that it is a surprise when they don't." Henri acknowledged. "If it is alright with Maman Renee and your parents, would you like to come over to our home tomorrow evening. I would to hear about Great Britain and Hogwarts. I am going to be going this coming year and need to reconnect with my roots there."

"Your roots?" Hermione's mother asked.

"Oh yes I was born there and adopted here by the Baron, Maman Brigitte, and Maman Renee, when I was two years old. My biological parents signed me up for Hogwarts when I was born so I am bound to go there by contract, even though magically I have a different name and my magic is not just Wandie anymore. Oh sorry, not just wand based anymore." Henri explained.

"Who were you?" Hermione's father asked.

"My biological name was Harry James Potter, but I am now Henri Rene Samedi both legally and magically." Henri answered.

"I have read about…" Hermione began and then realized that the information that she had read about him was either incomplete or completely wrong, since he was here in America and had been for over eight years.

Hermione's parents and Renee discussed their visiting. The only consideration was dinner plans. Henri quickly put a stop to that by saying, "I will happy to cook for everyone."

Renee smiled and said, "The boy learned to cook from me, and then got better at than me years ago, lets him show off. Letten him do it, is a dinner and a show, you'll see."

That was then end of the discussion and plans were made for the Grangers to arrive at 5pm and dinner to be at 6:30.

~~o0o~~

May 2nd – Renee and Henri's Home – New Orleans

Over the last few years Renee had grown used to waking up between 5:30 and 6:00am each morning. That was roughly the time in the morning that the various clones of Henri transitioned either into existence or out of existence. It also allowed her time to make sure that she and he had time to clarify their own schedules for the day.

That morning was slightly different as she was awoken up by two versions of Henri giggling. They were trying to be respectful, but even with his nearly adult mentality, the simple fact that two copies of him were giggling doubled the volume of giggles. "Henri mon petit, ce qui est si drôle?" She asked. Asking him what was so funny.

Replying in French Henri from his room said, "I am sorry for waking you up, mama. My Greek copy did something funny. I will me tell you when that version of me gets here."

"I needed to get up anyway," Renee acknowledged she answered in English. "Do you want to do breakfast today, or shall I?"

"I will, one of me is already down there feeding the animals." Henri responded.

"Is it one of the overnight versions or did you create a new one?" Renee asked.

"I am overnight homework," came Henri's voice from downstairs. "I had some extra studying to do if I am going to be stuck with those silly wand wavers."

"Remember to.."

"I am washing my hands," echoed both the upstairs and downstairs Henri's. Water could be heard from both the upper bathroom and the kitchen sinks.

A smile traced across Renee's old face as she considered the blessing that the Baron had given her with Henri. The boy was so easy to raise and even when he was a challenge, it usually was when he was doing something for someone or learning something new. Even dealing with the multiple copies of him started out as a hassle and now she loved him having the ability.

He always had at least two copies active at night while a third slept. One known as 'overnight homework' would complete any homework, work on advancing his already massive knowledge base, continue learning more languages and act as overnight security for the house and property. A second would travel between the different Loa and the realms of Olympus and the Underworld for various nightly lessons. The third would rest, though in truth if the other two copies did not exist, Henri would only need three or four hours of sleep at most.

During the day, Henri would also have multiple copies. One would continue training with the goblins, usually their version of death or their other deities. Another would spend time at Louisiana Day School for Magic. A third would go to regular High School and on occasion a forth would sneak back into the house or follow Renee during her outings, but that was only when Renee was under the weather and she was not supposed to know he did it, but of course she did and she appreciated it.

On days that a hurricane hit or he was needed as Kid Saturday, he would combine as many copies as possible, so not to divide his focus. He would still retain a few, so he could divide any damage and increase the healing. Even after all the years and various hurricane, they were his greatest enemy.

Renee walked slowly down the stairs and into the parlor, just as a gray puffy smoke started to billow from the small stygian iron brazier given to Henri by the Greek gods. It was both a sacrificial alter to them for him and a direct form of transportation to them. A copy of Henri formed out of the smoke dressed in modified Greek battle armor. He was carrying his helmet a metal box, a rather bemused look on his face. His face was covered by an assortment of red lipstick. His lips were smudged with what looked like multiple lip prints.

When the copy of himself who had been sleeping, walked into the room and saw this, he burst out laughing. The smirk that was a cross between James Potter and Baron Samedi and Henri had made all his own crossed both copies faces and then he turned to Renee and both copies simply said, "I finally surprised Aunt Dite. I also apparently helped Uncle Hephaestus and Ares win a bet with her and Eros. Apparently, it was a bet on how quickly I would become a man and get a kiss from a woman or some other silliness."

"Henri Rene..."

"They did not realize that Uncle Than and Uncle Hades also heard about it and made wagers with the others." Overnight Homework Henri continued, picking up a cigarillo from a nearby ashtray and lighting it was a flick of his finger.

"You are still double lipping it," Renee said taking the cigarillo from his lips and putting it in her own. "Of course, one or both of your Uncles told you what was going on and told you." She blew the smoke above their heads.

"Yeah of course,"

"Hold it on your right side not your left, the skull side will be less likely to handle it and support it with your lower lip muscle or your teeth." Renee said handing the cigarillo back. "Then of course you walked right up to that goddess of love and laid one on her I am sure."

"Hell yeah." The Greek armored Henri said with a smile. While the Overnight Homework Henri followed Renee's directions and took his first puff on the cigarillo. All the Henri's smiled and released a small puff of smoke from their mouths.

Renee rolled her eyes at his actions. The cussing had been slowing growing for years. It was impossible to stop, all of the Ghede swore, the Baron the worst. Henri picking up was just natural progression. He knew not to swear at school and not in front of certain people, at least until he got to a proper age. Smoking was another losing battle, but one that she had a bit more control over. Even though she herself smoked, it was very limited. Henri did not have the health issues to worry about when it came to smoking, between his magic and being a child of death none of the negative effects could even touch him. Only the issues with the law and appearance could even partially affect. So, she with the Baron's agreement set some rules.

Henri would only smoke his first time with her, today since it was the day he was going to be changing his life back toward Hogwarts. He would be allowed no more than one cigarillo a day while living with her, that was her limit as well. Then he would only be allowed to smoke on Holy Days and Holidays while away at Hogwarts until he was 18. Even though the law for the mundane world was 21, he would be completely legal in the magical world at 18 and more than likely have his complete power well before he was 18, so nothing on the planet could stop him.

The rum infused tobacco enhanced both of Henri's devotional cores, to the point that all three copies began to glow with a purple aura. The small amount of fatigue the overnight clones had was replaced by a calm energized feeling.

Greek Henri, opened the box he was carrying and showed Renee what was inside. "Uncle Hephaestus made me a set of claws to lock on to my bracers. The fingertip claws are stygian iron and the locking portion is vibranium and goblin gold. It is just beyond the portion that forms into the shield, so it will not interfere and I can still use my hand."

Renee knew that Henri meant that he could combine the power of the stygian iron with his own death magic and weaken, incapacitate or even kill someone if he so desired. Plus, the claws could be used as a vicious weapon all on their own. Henri had learned over the years to balance his desire for new weapons and ways to kill with his other desire to help, heal and cure.

She sat in her indoor rocker and began to plan what would end up being a rather busy day. Her day would include doing several spells for clients and followers in the morning and early afternoon. Dobby would be a godsend preparing the tinctures and herbs. Her helpers would prepare small bits of food and teas for the clients and prepare the more ceremonial and window dressing portions of her work. A small nap from 2:00pm until just before Henri returned would restore her energy so she could deal with those teachers and their trouble from over in Great Britain. She would be rest and let Henri act as host for the little girl he met, helping what little bit he would need. Maybe she could talk Henri into an early night. Hell, who was she fooling, the boy nearly could take care of himself as it was, she could go to bed at noon and he would be fine, except worrying on about her.

Henri sent his armor upstairs and magically cleaned up his face. He then drew his clones into the kitchen, combining them into himself. With a silent call, he called Dobby to his side. They began to cook and otherwise prepare breakfast. creole scramble, toast, coffee, milk, orange juice, apple butter, fresh butter was quickly made and placed on the table.

With a wave of his hand, Henri slid an antique high chair without a child's table from the corner of the room up to the table. It was just the right height to slide underneath the table and allow someone small to be table height. With a gentle pat on Dobby's head as he passed Henri walked out of the Kitchen into the Parlor.

As Henri passed, Dobby snapped his fingers and with a practiced motion set the table. Two regular sized settings and a smaller setting were placed. He then sighed, he knew what was expected, even after all the years, it felt strange to the elf, but he went to the high chair, his chair and waited.

Henri walked into the parlor. He watched Renee as she stared off into her own world. He knew her mind thought of what needed to be done each day, the first thing in the morning. He also saw that her time of drifting off was longer and longer each day. The ghost image above everyone's head that told him how long they had to live was stuck when it came to her. The Baron explained that her time left was a blessing for her, a gift and it was so she could help him. That was one reason he did his best to do right by her. To learn anything and everything that she was willing to teach him and the help her whenever he could.

Without a word, Henri ghosted up to the distracted Renee and gently kissed her forehead. "Breakfast is ready, Maman." He said in a soft voice. "You should go back to bed if you can after you eat."

"I think I might," Renee agreed. "The girls won't be here till 8:30. It smell good."

Henri walked Renee into the kitchen. When they joined Dobby, the elf climbed into the highchair without prompting. It was a family rule that everyone served themselves, so that was what they did. The unusual family enjoyed the breakfast with easy conversation flowing from all three of them without issues or expectations.

"Dobs, the Jackalope bucks are getting aggressive again, so the females have started disappearing with their kits again. If you can isolate the mothers and kits from the bucks, today before I return, great. If not, that is okay, we can separate the bucks tonight before bed." Henri detailed for the elf, so that he would have something to do if he needed something extra during the day.

"Horny bunny boys, need new cages, to keep them from making new bunny babies." Dobby repeated to show that he understood Henri's directive. "If Dobby not able to get it done, it is fine since Master Henri is only telling Dobby in case Dobby has time after helping Mistress Renee do her Voodoo."

"Right Dobby, you do not need to overwork." Renee said tapping the elf gently on the noise. "After breakfast, I am going back to bed until 8:30am. At that time, please wake me up. We will then work on the tinctures that we need today. After the helpers get here, I will leave you to finish up."

The smile on the elf's face brightened the elder lady's mood. Renee was still surprised by how the smallest things would please Dobby, just as the smallest form of chastisement could cause him to breakdown and cry. She did her best to make sure that he was treated as a member of the family. The members of the Hounfour knew about Dobby and treated him as one of them, they even used the date that Dobby arrived in Louisiana as his birthday. Which was celebrated by a party each year.

After breakfast was finished, Henri waved his hand and the dishes floated from the table into the sink. The butter and condiments floated to their proper positions either in the cabinet or refrigerator. Dobby would do the dishes after Henri left for the day. Henri stood and helped the elf out of his chair and then helped Renee from hers.

Henri replicated himself twice, one copy then transformed his clothing into human-sized Goblin armor. This copy was presently learning from the Goblin god of acquisition, known in English simply as 'Glitter Grabber'. The second copy transformed his clothing into a basic black version of his typical outfit, that he wore to Louisiana Day School for Magic. This copy attended the local general magic school, in which he was learning the non-wand based magics, potions, runes, arithmancy and theory. If he was going to return, he would have started wand based classes this upcoming year. The final copy, the original, transformed into the purple, white and black version of his typical outfit.

Each of the Henri's waved their hands and instantly gathered their specifically needed gear for the day. Goblin Henri then disappeared with a snap of his fingers. Magic School Henri disappeared with a smirk. The remaining Henri walked to school.

~~o0o~~

Glitter Grabber was rather short for a goblin, he was unique in that his skin sparkled and almost looked like it glittered. Which was part of the reason that he gained his named in the ancient history of the Goblins. He normally did not like to deal with humans, but the boy he had been dealing with over the last month, was a trained Goblin as much as he was a human. Glitter Grabber would not admit it but on occasion, he learned from the boy, just as the boy learned from him.

This lesson was on risk verse reward when it comes to acquisition. Their classroom was the Gringotts Egypt tomb location. "Today the lesson is going to be observing the medium level curse breaker Goblin Knarlfist and his human apprentice a William Weasley." Glittler Grabber explained.

Over the next hour the two watched the Goblin and Human work as team as they broke the various curses on the tomb that they had been assigned. It was noted multiple times that Knarlfist took much more risks than Weasley did, even though it became obvious to both of them that the 'master' had been surpassed by the apprentice.

"It is interesting to note that Weasley seems to have a knack to draw treasure to him. Which is unusual because his family seems to have the opposite luck for the last four generations. Though his slightly younger brother may have his own version of luck, he works with dragons on a preserve. They both seem to love to work and are liked by their coworkers. The only concern I have for William is that he does not seem have a great desire to acquire." Glitter Grabber acknowledged.

"Huh," Henri considered. After a moment Henri gave a Goblin smile. "Consider it from a warrior's standpoint and not from the point of acquisition and it might allow you greater understanding."

"How so?"

"He does not look at who get the larger amount of gold wins, but who does the better more through job wins. I can see his side." Henri explained. "He has more of a warrior mentality, protect from all possibilities, check everything, leave nothing behind, instead of heading to the most shiny and obvious treasure."

"I understand," Glitter Grabber. "So once fully trained, he would be best used as a trainer, a final check or a backup for the first team." He then paused thinking, "Or an on-sight item check."

"I would suggest the last two for now and as he gets older, work backward on your ideas." Henri suggested. "Right now if he was mine…" Henri then stopped and looked close at both Knarlfist and Weasley. "Ah!...I know they are not mine, but Knarlfist needs to be recalled or at least taken off site. He has less than three days before he dies, by an accident and they don't need any accidents around here.

Henri then repeated, "As I was saying, if Weasley was mine, I would treat him more like a curse-breaker but with somehow give him a bonus like they would a warrior with a higher kill rate."

~~o0o~~

Mum and Dad,

Sorry, but I won't be able to visit this summer to see Ron off to Hogwarts like I planned. Things around here have gotten strange, but mostly in a good way. My old boss Knarlfist has been transferred and I was sent to Cairo Egypt to take my Masters test early.

I PASSED!

I was given a raise, but not the one I was expecting. I was given a small regular raise and then a set group incentive bonuses based on the level of work. I was given a retroactive bonus for the last month.

I asked about all this, all I was told was that it came from really high, REALLY HIGH up with the Goblin Nation, not the bank.

I sent a portion of the bonus home to you, use it to buy Ron a new wand and robes. Don't worry about me, it is less than a quarter of the bonus.

I already have the Week of Christmas off, see you then,

Love,

Bill

When Molly Weasley looked at the receipt for the additional gold added to Weasley family vault, she fainted sliding gently onto her clean kitchen floor.

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A/N: Please no comments about Henri smoking are needed, wanted or whatever…Yes, he is a child, yes it would be illegal, but it is going to be part of the story.

He is also the adopted child of a Loa that drinks like a fish, smokes like chimney, cusses/swears worse than a sailor and is a sexual pervert. As well as being over choices, death and healing. Plus, to a lesser degree the past, present and future.

The boy is going to pick up a few things and I have kept it mild compared to where it could have gone.

Personally, I am a non-smoker and non-drinker, but I tried both before I was 18.