"Gordon, NO!" a deep voice called out the next thing anyone knew or saw, was Gordon was flying through the air and shadows consumed Harry and Harley as if it were a form fitting wetsuit. Everyone stopped and stared at the statuesque Harry and Harley that was made out of shadows.

Then just as suddenly as it had happened the shadow dropped into the ground and melded with the already existing shadows, as if it had never been there at all.

"What the hell was that?" Gordon groaned as he was helped to his feet by a pair of officers, his wife and child were quickly there wrapping their arms around him and fussing over him.

"It seems that Harley has gotten her hands on a Metahuman with a dangerous control over shadows." A familiar deep voice replied, drawing attention to the owner.

"Batman." Gordon greeted uncaring as to the actions of various officers that had gone for their sidearms.

Without acknowledging the greeting the man walked over to where Harley had vanished from and pulled something from his belt before kneeling down to examine the area, completely ignoring the other people around him.

"Jim are you ok?" the commissioners wife fussed over him.

"Barbara." He attempted to get her attention.

"Tell me where that miscreant hurt you."

"Barbara." Jim attempted to get her attention again, but his tone was noticeably harsher, though that went unnoticed by the woman.

"I can't believe that woman."

"Barbara."

"The nerve of some people, I swear."

"Barbara." He near growled.

"She stole the baton you gave me and-"

"Barbara!" he was actually starting to get angry at his wife, though it seemed that she didn't realize but his daughter did.

"Who would raise a child to do such a thing as that, I swear I shou-"

"Barbara Eileen!" He roared the sound of which echoed throughout the now silent mall, even the unknown Batman looked up from what he was doing and at the couple.

"I know you've just been in a stressful situation." His wife attempted to speak but he spoke over her, mustering all the authority he had as Police Commissioner. "But that does not give you the right to judge people so carelessly or-"

He was afraid.

Jim blinked at the sudden quiet and meek voice that he heard, it had been so sudden as it snuck up on him that it completely derailed his train of thought. He looked down to his daughter, whom had spoken, and saw that she was looking towards Batman while hugging her father's side.

"And so, he should have been." Barbara sniffed.

Jim shot his wife a warning glare before picking up his daughter and holding her against his hip, something he hasn't done in quite some time to her.

"What do you mean Pumpkin?" he asked her softly.

"That boy…" she said dreamily.

"What about him?"

"He was scared." She repeated.

Jim nodded slowly. "I would have been too if Quinn was holding you or your mom."

His daughter shook her head, her red hair moving through the air avidly.

"He was scared of you, daddy." She told him. "He didn't want to leave her; the big meanie was trying to keep her away from him."

This was new to Gordon and added another layer to the mysteriousness of Harley Quinn.

"Scared of me?" he asked his daughter. She nodded without looking at him.

"He was holding onto her and she was holding him when Joker tried to get them." She told her father.

"There doesn't seem to be anyway of tracking them down." A deep gravelly voice cut in.

All eyes locked onto the Batman's form.

A dark cowl covered the top half of his face leaving only his mouth visible, his eyes were concealed by the cowl leaving only empty milky white as a way of knowing where to look. His cape obscured half of his body as it rested over one of his shoulders, from what remained the suit that he wore there was only two things that really stood out against the dark ashen grey body armour, the bat insignia that adorned his chest and the off coloured amber-yellow utility belt that he wore.

"There is no remaining energy signature that I can detect, nor any chemical traces outside of the normal that I've been able to detect." Batman told the group.

"What does that mean Batman?" Jim asked as he placed his daughter back on the ground, knowing that he'd have to keep working.

"That means that the young boy has powers and I'm not going to be able to track him as I normally would." Batman replied.

Knowing that Batman nothing more to say Jim decided that it would be best that he allowed Batman to get to work, even though most of the officers disagreed with allowing a vigilante to do anything they weren't really able to do anything to stop him as there had been a noticeable change in crime rates throughout the city, most of the larger crimes that they were forced to attend were criminals that Batman actively tracked down and attempted to keep locked away, kindly leaving evidence for the police so they were able to arrest the criminals.

He just beat them up and left them restrained for the cops to pick them up.

"Keep me informed." Jim replied, though it sounded like an order it was more of a request since Batman didn't work for the Gotham PD.

Batman lifted his arm that had previously been obscured by the cape and shot something into the air connected to a cable before being pulled after it a few seconds later.

"You know what Bruce." Selena Rebutted.

"What." He growled.

"The kid was badly hurt and I'm not telling you any more, so go fuck yourself." She stormed off.

Unseen to Selena Bruce narrowed his eyes and kept to the shadows as he moved to position himself by a cement pillar near her car, thankful that his scrambler was keeping the CCTV cameras in the area unfocussed. While he wasn't happy about the way that the days has played out he did enjoy Selina's company and she was strictly a thief so he wasn't going to try his hardest to apprehend her since she never really hurt anyone… too badly.

Plus, it helped that she wasn't wanted for murder or violent actions.

He was about to grab her when she stopped walking.

"Actually, I will tell you one more thing."

"What."

"Stay away from the kid, I can tell he hasn't had many good things happen to him. I can't say much about their life choices, but I can tell you that they won't let anyone hurt him. Harley will spoil him and Ivy will keep her in line. Let them have this Bruce, for his sake, not theirs."

Without waiting for an answer Selena threw on her discarded shirt and slid into the driver's seat, she didn't know if he'd leave them alone, but she'd do what she could for them.

Bruce remained in the shadows, allowing her to drive away unimpeded.

"For Selena to be this protective over someone like Harley and the boy…" Bruce thought to himself as he watched her taillights fade away. "There is something I'm missing. I'll need to look into the footage of the day closely."

He pressed a button on his belt and waited for several seconds to be greeted with the low energetic hum of his Batmobile to stop in front of him with tyres squealing from the sudden reduction in speed.

With practised ease Batman leaped into the air and land in the driver's seat with expert positioning and control, the roof of the vehicle let out the familiar sound of a low steam-like hiss sealing the compartment from the outside air, something he'd needed to set up to protect himself from Jokers laughing gas some time ago. It now served as a minor way for him to tell if there was anything wrong with the customized vehicle as the small hiss wouldn't be heard if the compartment was compromised in anyway.

He tore out of the underground parking lot and expertly navigated the busy Gotham Street traffic as he made his way back to his base.

As he drove he mentally recounted everything that he'd experienced throughout the small encounter with Harley and Selena.

The sound of his communication system activating disrupted his thoughts.

"Sir?" an aged English accent asked. "Is everything alright?"

"Not really Alfred." Bruce replied. "This day has me with more questions than answers concerning Harley Quinn and Catwoman's Relationship."

"Relationship?" The aforementioned Alfred replied. "Was she not already in a… cordial relationship with Miss Ivy?"

"Not that kind of relationship Alfred." He told the gentlemen. "This is a different sort. Have you seen the footage I sent to the computer?"

"I have sir." He confirmed. "I must say the young lad is quite bold to stand up to the Joker as he did."

"Not Bold Alfred." Bruce countered. "It seemed more like he was accustomed to being in such a position."

Alfred blinked as he processed what he was told.

"What are you suggesting Master Bruce?"

"I'm suggesting nothing, merely pointing out a fact."

"If what you say is true, then he should have some kind of record, though he seems a bit young to be a criminal." Alfred commented.

"I don't think he's a criminal Alfred, but there is a chance he could become one. An especially powerful one as well."

Unseen to Bruce, Alfred was watching the scene where the young boy and Harley were surrounded by shadows and vanished without a trace.

"What of the Woman sir?" He asked. "The one who unleashed the… Snow?"

Bruce remained silent as his eyes looked at the footage that was playing in the corner of the screen.

"Unknown." He replied, cutting the connection before Alfred could say anything.

He drove in silence for the rest of the journey back to his base, it was nearly time for Bruce Wayne to be seen in public… After all tonight was the big game.

Alianna was walking through her store, tidying things up as she went. She'd just had a rather busy morning with multiple people placing orders for their foci to be tweaked, which would mean several hours of work with each person attempting to align the foci with their core. She had several people coming in to pick up orders needing final adjustments and several people coming in for premade and training wands.

While she didn't like pre-making wands, they were useful for people to use as a secondary focus, mostly utilized by Law Enforcement and a very select group of clienteles. She did enjoy seeing the faces of Young Magicals when they received their own Training wand, or Training Foci, as a customer had requested a touch focus designed for training purposes. The smiles that the children had when wands let out sparks or bubbles when they held them the first time lightened her aged spirit.

The last three months of teaching the young Potter were some of the more interesting ones that she'd had in some time. Since she had lost her own girls she'd only trained a small handful of Potter Family members in different fields, she hadn't had the chance that her newest student had provided her in centuries. It didn't hurt that it would put her in favour of the current Lady Potter, Dorea Potter Nee Black, and hopefully allow her another meeting with the Head of the Family. Alianna had only met the current head thrice in her six hundred years of life. The first was when the Plague had struck England.

The head of house had called all family members to the Family Manor where they were looked over for signs of the plague and to coordinate with other magical families as well as non-magical groups in order to combat the plague.

The second time was when she had been revealed as a newly turned Vampire, both she and her "Sire", the one that turned her into a vampire, had been called in order to explain the reasons and what would happen to her.

The third time was completely out of the blue. She had returned to her small shack, concealed in the French wilderness and behind strong wards, after a day of collecting items for her Craft when he had knocked on her door, scaring the hell out of her. The mysterious head of house had greeted her warmly as if it hadn't been countless years since their previous meeting, he had enquired about her life and how she was coming with her craft. He revealed that he had been keeping track of her and many other members of the family over the years and wanted to check in on her. He had been pleased with what she'd done with her life and had left that night. The next day there was an elegantly carved trunk sitting in the middle of her home with a letter.

Her head of house had carved it by hand when she'd been forced to walk away and find her path with her immortal life, he'd somehow known that she would succeed with the challenge handed to her and made the trunk for when she was ready to receive it, so the letter had said. She opened the trunk to see it had been filled to the, clearly expanded innards, limit with Potion ingredients, wood, books, various pieces of Magical animals.

She couldn't shake the feeling once she'd met harry that she would meet the Head of House for a forth time because of him.

Alianna walked into the backroom of her store and looked around, she saw Harry sitting on the windowsill couch reading from the Grimoire again, it was a familiar sight to her as he did it often.

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The front lines are filled with men of all colour, something many said wouldn't happen within their lifetime… I know it sounds cynical, if that's the right word, of me to be writing this, considering all that I know about the events that will unfold from this battle. But I am here, as are two of my sons and a few of their sons, their daughters and the other children are safely hidden away behind wards protected by some of the freemen and freewomen of the plantations.

I prey that they will be alright.

We've lost many good men in the last few days so I guess that I am feeling pessimistic about the fight. Its been over seventy years since the witch trials and the concealment of Magic from the eyes of the nonmagical. Most of the family do not realize why it is we were following along with the other Muggles and owning Plantations to amass wealth… In truth I am sure that there's more to it that we haven't been told by our head of house.

The information that I've received from him… or her, who knows what the Potter Head is. Though… Thinking about it I cannot be sure that I really care. They've been there when the family needed them, I've read enough about our history through this book which was passed to me, knowing that it would be added to the grimoire for the Potter that comes after me, I beg for it not to be my sons. We're fighting our war, they do not need to be involved in another.

…

…

I guess the days of fighting and sneaking around are getting to me…

Harry…

The British, my countrymen, are preparing for the final confrontation. Benjamin and I are resting in our tent, the foolish veteran took a bullet for me just hours ago. I told him that he needed to watch out for himself more, he has children at home as I do, only they need him more than my children do. My boys are grown men with their own children, they do not need to be worrying about me.

Thankfully Maria stocked my satchel with potions and salves that would work on Muggles.

He, thankfully, used some of the healing salve to ease the pain from the bullet. I used a light healing charm to prevent the wound from festering but there's not much I can do without exposing Magic to him.

While I am fighting for the freedom of this new land and am a member of a prominent family in England, I know that the Magical communities are watching the battle. Perhaps they are fighting amongst each other as we are without informing others such as myself about it. It isn't unlikely Harry that they are. They wouldn't be content with letting us fight it out and following the winner.

There's some kind of plan that Benjamin's been cooking up with the rest of the revolution leaders, I'm not sure about what it is that they are planning but I know that if he's involved then there's going Harry I'm talking to you be difficult to pull off but it will pay off in the end.

I pray that my sons will live to see their families grow old.
Even if I don't.

"Harry James Potter, I'm talking to you!"

Harry's head snapped up from the book. His eyes landed on the clearly annoyed form of Alianna staring at him.

"Sorry Alianna, I was reading something interesting." He admitted.

"Again." She huffed. "Kid you know you need to be aware of things around you more, you can't let one thing occupy your mind so much that you're not paying attention to the world around you."

"Sorry." He replied meekly.

"At the academy, the school, as I've told you, has a very different approach to students and their use of magic against another student. We've talked about this." Harry nodded, remembering the conversation. "I've told you some of the stories about when I was there as a teacher and while there were very few fights in my classroom that doesn't mean there never were, there were plenty of fights right outside my classroom but few made it inside.

"Senior students and Teachers are always watching what the other students are doing, though they won't do anything until a fight goes too far, in their eyes, there are times when there won't be anyone around to help you. That's why you need to keep an eye on your surroundings." She told him. "Plus, your actions towards the Headmistress when you received your grimoire garnered more attention to yourself than you should have allowed."

"I told you I couldn't help it." he defended himself.

"I know Harry, I know." She soothed him. "But that doesn't mean that others will overlook your actions, more than a few times people have been sneaking around trying to learn more about you and me, thankfully the protections are stronger than people think. But it won't mean anything until you're strong enough to do things for yourself."

"I'll work on it." He said, to which she just smiled and rubbed his head.

"C'mon you've got school tomorrow, so why don't you head on home and get some rest. I'm sure Harley will be waiting for you to be there."

Harry closed the grimoire with a snap and slid it into the leather holster that hung from his hip. It had been enchanted by Alianna with a blood lock, to prevent anyone that didn't have his blood from taking it from the holster, fastening charm, so it would attach itself to whatever belt he was wearing, a powerful tracking charm, just in case someone stole the holster while the book was in it and he wasn't wearing it, as well as a minor notice-me-not, to ensure that people would overlook the holster when he was walking around it was a standard enchantment used on wand holsters that worked wonders for a somewhat simplistic piece of magic. There were various other spells worked into the leather holster but he had no idea what they did but trusted his ancestor enough not to question her too much about them.

The holster looked more like a small bag, in truth. As the holster was simply big enough to hold the book and only the book with a leather flap that closed with a buckle. The aged leather gave it a very antique feel that he appreciated and was also monogramed with his Initials.

"I'll see you tomorrow after school, alright?" Alianna said as she gave Harry a hug.

"I'll come right here so we can go over some more training." Harry agreed.

"Make sure you keep your 'little problem' under control, I don't want to hear about you braining some idiot on the first day." She faux-pleaded.

"That was one time!" he whined loudly. "And I didn't brain him, I only broke his femur."

"Because you hit him with the mallet."

"He was trying to mug us." Harry defended pointedly.

"He was asking for directions."

"I refuse to admit that he was a tourist." Harry was steadfast in his opinion. "Gotham city has one of the highest crime rates in America, no one comes to Gotham to go sightseeing. Metropolis, maybe. But not Gotham."

"You just don't want to admit you have issues." Alianna stated.

"Of course, I have issues!" Harry groaned.

"Ma even made a basic diagnosis before she had me speak to someone. Moderate abandonment issues, PTSD, Emotional instability, Anxiety attacks and a sprinkling of Bipolar just to make things interesting." His tone growing harsher as he spoke.

"I know I have issues and as you enjoy telling me, its because of these issues I have to watch over my shoulders now when I go to the academy, because I can't just be 'That new kid who happens to be a rare shadow elemental' I'm now 'That new kid who commands shadows and stands up against the headmistress without flinching, almost as if he's stronger than she is'."

Alianna knew she'd touched on something that he'd been working on, though she didn't mean it the way that he'd taken it she was the root of his current 'episode' and needed to help him pull back control.

Harry's episodes were something strange, from her perspective. Harry's episodes tended to be more violent then emotional, though it did tend to help when he was sparing against her learning how to wield a sword as well as that mallet that his mother had given him. His skill with said trademark weapon was rather strange and uncanny, but considering his parentage and history…

"Do you not think that was why I've been training you?" she countered. "The times we've spoken more about the people that will be attending the academy, the times we've spoken about the different ways to use your abilities to ensure that you've given yourself the best chances in a fight.

"You didn't even know how you would react in such a situation and as such I don't really think that your actions during the ceremony were all that out of character for you. I've seen you be pretty powerful and use pieces of magic that you've just learnt with masterful ease. Harry if anything, I think that there may just be a chance you're a prodigy in some areas of the magical arts."

Harry just looked at Alianna.

She smiled and shook her head. "Have you decided on the runes that you wanted? There are only a few that you can get at a time so it's better to figure out which few you want now so I can apply them before the start of the year."

"I've already gotten them all figured out." He replied.

"How many?" She asked.

"Six."

Alianna blinked just to make sure she heard him right.

"You do know that they'll hurt until they assimilate with you properly, right?"

Harry shrugged. "I can bear pain. It's the time until tomorrow that will hurt the most."

Alianna scoffed at the typical Potter attitude.

"That's the Potter Family Motto for you." She shook her head and finished mockingly "Pain is easy, it's the waiting that will kill us instead"

Harry smirked and squeezed the permanent portkey that he used to travel between the Greenhouse, as he'd taken to referring to the home he'd grown up in with Harley and Ivy, and the store.

The next day saw Harry standing at the Academy gates. He was wearing his usual Green Bandana holding back his ragged hair, he wore a matt black uniform with a white lining along the rim on the cuffs of his sleeves and a vertical white line going down the front of the uniform covering the zipper of the jacket, with a low backing that hung by his legs while the front covered his waist with an orange interior and a high collar.

Harry was wearing a black blazer with the school's crest on the breast pocket a white dress shirt with striped blue tie and grey slacks.

"How come you get to wear that uniform while I'm stuck with this one?" Harry asked not for the first time that morning.

Touji rolled his eyes.

"Because some classes have special uniforms that they wear to prevent certain rituals from being affected while wearing them. As Alianna has taught you there are many things that can affect rituals when wearing different materials, those same rituals can be better used when wearing certain materials as well.

"The uniform that I'm wearing identifies the Onmyou class, also known as the Japanese Spiritual Magics Class." Touji explained. "When you join one of the specialist classes or clubs you'll be allowed to wear the things that they let you. I looked into it and found that the blood magics class wear special Egyptian Cotton. the Shaman Magic class tend to wear animal hides that they hunt in the wild forests.

"The Necromancy class tend to wear dark clothing, they're the goths of the academy. All healing classes, or classes with healing magics tend to wear an armband with either the Cardecus, you know the staff with the two snakes wrapped around it." Harry nodded. "Or they have the Hospital Cross on display. Either way people wearing them tend to be watched more than anyone else."

"Why?" Harry asked, speaking for the first time in Touji's explanation.

"Because." He grinned "You have to know what causes an injury to treat it. How do you think they teach new healers?"

Harry shrugged.

"They use a Simulacrum, a false body, to practice on. They use curses on the body then trainees are taught to identify, then treat, cure or counter the curses that were used." He explained.

"How do you know all this?" Harry asked as he followed Touji through the academy grounds.

"I had an aunt that was a healer, she taught me some healing spells over the holidays last year. When she showed me the doll I asked her about it and she explained all the things that healers have to do in their training days."

Harry nodded.

"How's your training with your grimoire?"

"Odd." He replied.

"Oh?"

"My books not normal, apparently." He said. "Valkyrie said that normal books, like yours, are able to use one Element or style of magic, whereas mine isn't like that."

Touji gripped Harry's arm, stopping him from moving.

"Shut it." He said seriously as he looked around. "I'm pretty sure that we're being listened to and something like that is big news to those that will come after you or me."

"What are you talking about?"

"There's a reason why the academy is so varied in classes and why it has the reputation that it has." Touji said.

"Reputation?" Harry asked, he'd not heard about it.

Touji groaned.

"I would have thought that Alianna would have explained things to you but I guess not." He said looking around, he seemed to find what he was looking for and they ducked into a nearby ally.

Touji waved his wand in several different patterns and mumbled things that Harry couldn't hear. After a minute he nodded, satisfied with what he'd done.

"Alright. You need to listen and you need to listen very well Harry." He began. "The academy is not somewhere that normal untrained Magicals attend for any reason like a normal Magic school. Roselia Academy is the most advanced school of Magic in this corner of the world, there are a limited amount of schools, maybe three others, that could come close to how advanced Roselia is.

"Roselia is also one of The Most Dangerous Academies that throughout the world. The teachers are Masters of their fields there's no doubt about that. But it's the students themselves that define the academy. Valkyrie has explained the political side of it more or less I know that much, but that goes further than you'd think.

"Some of the teachers are also a part of the various groups that the students are a part of, meaning that they are more likely to sabotage your learning or kill you outright and blame it on it being your fault, Others will only let you attend their class if you are aligned with them or their allies.

"The academy is a minefield that can go off at any moment." Touji warned. "The school is constantly in a state of perpetual cold war between the largest factions within the academy."

"What Factions?" Harry asked.

"There are many factions, starting from ones that encompass classes, genders, species, race and countless other factors but the main ones you need to be careful and not be roped into are The Dragons Talon, they're easily the most outspoken and visible group in the Academy they believe that we should take advantage of the appearance of people with powers and come out of hiding.

"The Great Library, they'll do anything to get their hands on obscure knowledge and grimoires are some of the most obscure pieces of information around after all they believe and it is widely accepted that knowledge is power.

"Blue Spirit, easily one of the most unknown groups since they work in complete silence, striking out whenever they wish and though they advocate for peace between Magicals and Mundanes they are more than willing to spread chaos if they so wish.

"There's also Aegis." Touji said.

"I know about them." Harry cut in. "I got some help from Miss Halliwell a while back and she said that she works with them, it was through her that I met Valkyrie."

Touji cocked his head to the side thinking over the new piece of information.

"Ok, that's both good and bad." He muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"It's good because Miss Halliwell is a very helpful person and truly believes in what Aegis represent, a shield to protect people. But it is also bad because you're technically indebted to Aegis, at worse, or Miss Halliwell, at best. It also means that they will have made a file about you and would have been keeping an eye on both you and Valkyrie." He told Harry.

"Oh…"

"Yeah."

"What about the last group?" Harry asked a moment later. "You haven't explained them yet."

"I know." Touji waved Harry's concern away. "The final group that you need to look out for are probably the most dangerous group of all. They are known, simply, as The Royal Families."

Harry blinked as Touji let the statement hang in the air.

"Are you waiting for something?" He asked the older boy a minute later.

Touji sighed. "Don't worry about it."

"O…Kay…"

Touji continued his explanation.

"The Royal Families are just what they sound like, group of families that have existed for centuries back unto forever within the Magical world. There are some members that haven't had a member of their house attend the Academy in years and there are some that send hopefuls every year by the drove only to be turned away.

"They aren't just small named families within the Mundane world as well there are families from all over the world that attend the academy, I know a few years ago there was a member of the Bonaparte family that Graduated."

"Bona-who?"

"Bonaparte." Touji corrected. "They're descendants of Napoleon Bonaparte, he's a major part of world history, he played a major role in world history at the end of the Eighteenth century. The Bonaparte Family aren't a major part of The Royal Families influence here or in America, but with in the French Magical world they play a large part with their Government.

"I'm sure that you can at least understand just how dangerous a single family is now, Yeah?" Touji asked. "And the other families that are a part of the collective are just as dangerous and powerful as they are, actually they are more dangerous than that.

"That's not even taking into consideration what a family as long lived as one as your own could have amassed, knowledge wise."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, now he was starting to get confused.

"Well…" Touji looked at his watch. "I think we can talk about this in a more open area, we'll talk about the political dangers after school when Alianna can help explain it."

Harry just nodded, he knew that there were things that needed to be explained by certain people because they knew more about it all together and Alianna would be the perfect person to explain it. That was mostly because she was centuries old but more so because she was smart about politics and the like.

They moved out of the alley way and started making their way to wherever Touji was leading Harry to.

"OK, there are a variety of Families that are connected with the collective of Royals. They span some families that have been erased from Mundane history, others that were solely based in the Magical world or families that are partially in both worlds existing simultaneously." He began as they walked.

"Europe, specifically Germany and the like, have had several royal families existing at the same time, often fighting with each other for supremacy. Each family had their own armies and some still have a form of them today. The Royal Families are a political mess in and of itself, each family having their own agenda and their own allies within the Royals and outside of them as well.

"The ones that I know from Europe are; The Kessler Family, A family of warriors, knights and acclaimed protectors of peace. The Nebosja family, A family of death and danger, a family of Grimms. The Renard family, who are currently the ruling family of Germany. The house of Kronenberg in Vienna. Gaudot, a minor family that serves another that I'm unclear on. The house of Krug, enforcers for the Kronenberg house, notorious for their use of weapons and Magic.

"In Japan there is the Imperial house, the only ruling family of Japan, dominating in the Magical and Mundane world. But they have several families that work under them and they themselves have families under them. The imperial clan doesn't have an actual clan name and are just referred to as the Imperials.

"But the clans most predominantly under them are the Minamoto Clan, made up of 21 Cadet branches, the Taira clan, with 4 Cadet branches of the Imperial family, The Fujiwara clan and the Tachibana Clan."

Harry's head was starting to spin with all the different things that he was learning from Touji, though he had to admit it was confusing when Touji went into describing the different groups that were 'at silent war' with each other within the Royal Families. Which prompted a question that Harry had been meaning to ask the boy.

"How do you know so much about the Royals?"

Touji blinked.

"Oh, I guess I didn't explain that." He mused. "Well the Tsuchimikado Family have been allied with the Imperial family of Japan for centuries, so much so that several of the men and women from both families have married into either side. My Mother was from the Imperial family while my father was a minor fourth son of the Tsuchimikado branch family."

"Huh?"

Touji chuckled.

"My father was the fourth son of his house, meaning he has three older brothers. He was a minor son because he didn't become anything of major importance or with Political power to help the family. The branch family is the family of any child not born of the first-born son or chosen heir."

"I don't get it." Harry stated.

"Ok…" Touji thought for a moment, thinking on how to explain it to the younger boy. "Let's see if this makes sense. In the Bronze Age, the medieval time, there was a king and queen, right?"

Harry nodded.

"Well if they had multiple children they would be called 'The first Prince', typically meaning the first-born son, 'The Second Prince', meaning the first Prince's younger brother and so on. Got that?"

Harry nodded again.

"Well, if the first prince became king and had his own family his son would then be 'The first Prince' meaning next in line for the throne and not the kings brother. At that time, it would make the second prince a branch family, a family that branches off from the main family."

"Like a tree?" Harry asked.

"It's a simple way of looking at it but yes." Touji agreed. "The trunk of the tree would be the main family and all the others would be the branch families. Understand?"

Harry nodded. "It's confusing."

"That's politics." Touji deadpanned. "You'll need to learn it eventually. But I think I should explain something else."

"Like what."

"The main reason why there's so much danger in the academy."

Harry was now completely focussed on what Touji was saying, more so than before.

"At the academy the different groups can't just strike out at each other in the open, that would cause chaos and a literal war, so as a result of that the academy has, over the years, developed a position of power that very few could rise up to achieve.

"It has many names but everyone has come to know them simply as 'The Divine Emperors'."

The amount of weight that those words had hit Harry like a freight train. He didn't know why but something triggered within him, within his soul or his Magical core he couldn't tell but somehow, he knew that the Divine Emperors were important to his future.

"The Divine Emperors rarely fight amongst themselves but their words carry a lot of weight around the academy, even with the staff and Headmistress of the Academy herself. Which is mostly because all the political factions pay donations to the school and the various groups and classes that are here."

"Woah…" Harry breathed.

"Yeah, like I said, it's a political mess."

"No kidding."

Touji ruffled Harry's hair.

"Anyway, here we are."

Harry looked around, they were standing in front of a large, rather plain building. He looked at Touji in confusion.

"This is where you first year students will have your orientations and learn important things about the academy before going to your classes." Touji explained. "Us older students have our own classes starting soon so I need to get going. I'll meet up with you later, yeah?"

"Sure…" Harry said, clearly nervous about going alone.

"Don't worry about it Harry. You'll be fine." Touji grinned. "Ja Ne."

He started walking off. Harry was about to call out to him when Touji vanished in a crack of lightning.

"Woah!" Harry blinked.

Hello everyone!

Sorry for being away for a while, and posting a not finished chapter. It has been mostly complete but I hit a wall when i was writing it so i'm posting it anyway because i've let it sit on my computer for too long. There will be a few Time skips coming up.

To respond to a few reviews;

Yes, Harry will be going to Hogwarts for the Tri-wizard.

Stayblessed: In response to your review, thanks for the honest opinion :) as to the personality change... Did you really think that a kid who has been branded with the cross on his chest wasn't going to have some issues, especially when raised by Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy?

I'll attempt to get the next chapter up soon.