A/N: Honestly, I've changed a lot of the timeline with this story, so some of the DF books will not make it into this FanFic, mainly Changes, and Ghost Story, but since that's a long way off, and maybe into a whole other Fic, lets just say, we will cross that bridge when we come to it.

It had been about three months since the fiasco at Gringotts and the death of my mother, but I'd alienated Murphy, so my jobs with the city were over, so I'd developed a new Identity, and worked for weeks on a spell that would give the impression that I was younger. I had been teaching Charlie the tricks of the PI trade, and she had gotten a job with another PI, to get her license. I had finished my research on using wands with the help of Bob, and was on my way to becoming a student at the magic academy Hogwarts.

I'd tricked even the people who were supposed to send letters home to families, telling them about Hogwarts, I'd gotten one only days earlier, and had already picked up the needed materials to go to Hogwarts. The semester started in five days and we were packing to get on the Hogwarts express, something I'd learned about only recently in a conversation with Bob.

"Well Bob, the plan is rolling and so far its going without a hitch, save the small problem of actually getting to Hogwarts that is."

"Well Harry, there is actually an easy way to do that, there is a train station, called Kings Cross, in London, in the train station, is a magically concealed section, with a platform, 9 ¾. To get there one must run or walk at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Just be sure not to be seen doing it or people will wonder."

That revelation more than pissed me off. Mostly due to the fact that Bob knew that the whole time and hadn't said anything, but also because I was already a little pissed to begin with. Only hours before I'd been explaining the plan to Charlie.

"See? It's foolproof, I've already fooled the people at Hogwarts into sending me a letter of acceptance, now all I have to do is get inside. After that protecting the kids, and learning the magic will be a cake walk."

"Dresden, this isn't a good idea. I know that these kids are like your adopted babies, but please, just listen to reason."

"NO! Dammit Charlie we've been through this a dozen times, I will not leave those kids to that maniacal old man! He will try to modify their minds! I won't, I repeat, WILL NOT, let it happen,"

"That's what you made those pentacle amulets for! So he couldn't alter their minds! Stop being so stubborn!"

"Charlie! Please just have faith in me, I won't let anything bad happen to them, I swear,"

"I'm not worried about them Dresden,"

After talking to Bob I continued my lessons with the children, who were learning how to control their magic, and in Hermione's case the way she looked at people. A soul gaze wasn't something she could risk in a place so public as a school, especially a school with people like that old man, Albus.

"Like this daddy?" she asked, I don't know why but Hermione had started calling me daddy. I didn't mind, because that's what I hoped to be for her, a good father, not like that drunken bastard she had before. So I went along with it, it made her more comfortable, and it sort of made me feel accomplished, like I'd done something that would be remembered long after I was dead.

"Yes, sweetheart, that's good, but you have to give the impression that you are looking the person in the eyes, its like being in a play." I showed her how I normally do it.

"Daddy!" she giggled, "Stop, you are gonna start a soul gaze!" She looked away.

"See? I was looking at the bridge of your nose right between your eyes, and it felt like I was looking directly at them." I smiled then turned to Harry. I'd learned that the reason he couldn't soul gaze was due to the fact that for some reason he had more than one soul. One of them however was darker, almost evil. The other was more like what I'd expect of a child who was only 11.

"So Mr. Dresden, if I think really hard, and will for this to float, I can get it to do this," he showed me and the ring I'd given him to try and levitate wiggled and bounced slightly. "See!" he was always so excited when he did something right.

I smiled, "Yeah, I saw, but you don't just think hard and will, you have to want it, you have to really want it to happen. Think of something that you want really badly," I watched him close his eyes and think, "Got it?"

"Yeah, I have it." I smiled.

"Let it fill you up, and make sure its something you want very, very, much,"

"It is…"

"Good, now make the ring float." The ring in his hand began to move upwards ever so slowly, "good, now if you feel tired don't let the magic keep going, okay?"

"Okay…" The ring floated higher and higher.

"Good, now open your eyes." He did, and he watched for a second as the ring floated, suspended in midair, before it fell into his hand and lay still.

"WOW! Did you see that Hermione!"

"That was amazing Harry! Can you teach me next daddy?" Smiling I turned back and continued to teach the children that continued to mean more and more to me each day.

That night everyone went to bed thoroughly worn out. Me, from all of my research, on top of planning, and teaching, Charlie from my teaching methods, and the kids from using controlled magic for the first time. I could honestly never remember a moment when I'd been so proud.

After a good nights rest, the last stages of planning I decided to move forward with the plan, so I disguised myself and took on my new identity as Jason Black. Then we set out for London, and Kings Cross station.