The Savior, Child of the Tardis, Son of a Mad Man

by blackcatkuroi

Out in the Universe is a bright blue box, holder of a fantastical realm. Inhabiting this box is a mad man who calls himself the Doctor, his son, the Savior of the Wizarding World aka Harry Potter, an immortal man from the 51st century who affects a Captain in front of his name, Jack Harkness, and a pink and yellow once-human who is simply Rose Tyler. What was Dumbledore thinking?

21. In Which Strange Things are Afoot

So, THE LAST ARC FOR HALEYSIO IS HERE! And some fun surprises await! And yes, this should probably have been up a while ago but I got swamped by various things. Good news, I finished NaNo! Sad news, I screwed up my 750dotcom 63 day streak. Also google drive has been giving me issues. GRRRRRRR

SO, enjoy the last arc in Haleysio for probably a long time (not leaving it behind permanently, it's far too fascinating a place to do that, but it's not coming back for a while.)

ONTO THE CHAPTER!

~~~~~This is a Beginning~~~~

The second day in the modeling window was, Harry had to admit, just as boring as the first.

The third was worse. People did this for a living? Like, they wanted to do this? He didn't understand. There were far more interesting things to be doing than standing (or floating, in his case) in a window for hours while people gawked at you. Rose even showed up more than once in front of his window the past two days, alongside an increasing variety of beings. She was having fun, Harry knew, and he was stuck here, waiting.

His jacket had better be so worth it.

The fourth day, with his focus in his possession, was much different. He had something to think about that wasn't just staring out at the crowd and playing guessing games.

Hello my child.

'Hello. I wanted to see if I could get to know you all better, since we have to work together.'

We are more than pleased to talk with you. There is much you can learn from us. We are a part of you, though separate. We exist to lend you strength and to give you direction.

'You're the core of my Focus? There two of you, right?'

Yes. We are two who have become one through your magic. One of us was once the Prime Thestral of the ancient herd of Haleysio, brought here unknowingly by the first Human Magicals centuries ago. They lived many thousands of years, from times long before humans on Earth ever reached the stars.

'So, one of you is the Prime Thestral that makes up the core of my focus. Is the other 'beautiful'?'

One of us was also once a star, taken at the point between life and death and preserved within a compression field. You took us and played with us and called us such lovely names and we loved you.

'Well, that's good to know. I missed you. Dad said I needed to understand how to properly use my resources before he would let me have you back.'

We understand. That time is not as important as this time. We are now part of you. We will be here to lend you strength and help you.

'So, I have to go to Hogwarts in a little while to learn magic there. I can't stay on Haleysio. Is that going to be alright?'

Wherever you gain knowledge is acceptable. Strength must be used to be useful. We have no knowledge of the magic we use, you must provide that. You must teach us as you learn, or we cannot lend you our strength.

'That's interesting. I wonder what Memchark will have to say about that.'

Memcharck? We know no Memchark.

'Memchark is a theorist and a specialist in Foci at Emerald Academy on Haleysio. Very smart, very interested in my focus.'

We are different to many Foci, my child. We are not just a focus of power, we are a focus born from your magic, your thoughts, your intent, your desires, your fears. We exist to lend you strength and guidance and to give you direction. Listen, and we shall tell you a little about us. Knowing about us will allow you to teach us when you learn.

Harry agreed. And he stayed in that meditative pose for the entire three hours as his focus took him into their history, hinted at a shared past beyond just his relationship with beautiful as a toddler, and he learned just a smidgen about what his focus was.

Prysh had been ecstatic when Harry left the room. Harry had been such a sight, so focused and intense and glowing just a little, her clothing sales had been enormous. Harry was just reeling from the little bit he had learned about his focus, experienced as if he had been there himself.

His focus really was an interesting and strange design.

~~~~This is a Scene Break~~~~

Harry sat in front of Memchark, his focus held lightly in his hands.

"Are you sure I can't touch it? That is a most unusual restriction, foci are rarely so picky that they disallow some harmless handling."

Harry shook his head. "I would rather not risk it. Not only is my focus rather oddly balanced, it has the power of an entire star in it, tied up with the core and sentient. If you make them angry I fear for what might happen to you. It would be...unpleasant I'm sure."

Memchark looked at Harry's focus in speculation. "Hmmm, well, in that case, to complete my book for you, I need a thorough verbal description of your focus. Not the specifics of it's creation, that is a private thing between crafter and magical, but how your focus functions and what you have managed to clean from it in the time you've had it."

Harry tilted his head, thoughts heading for his focus.

'Is there anything you would like him to know? He is creating a book for me so I can learn how to work with you better, Anything to his advantage as it pertains to us would be helpful.'

We are your focus, Harry. You have permission to tell anyone of us, as much as you wish.

'But is touching out of the equation?'

We cannot say. That particular restriction is based more on how we contain power and utilize it than anything directly malicious. Because you have such an intimate connection with your magic and have so much of it in reserve, I act as a balance, a rudimentary one, to help your magic heal some.

'Heal? I didn't know my magic was injured. I'm not injured, am I?'

Our Child, you have gone through much in your short life, and your magic weathers it as well. Your alteration into a touch empath struck your magic hard, and then being sealed away only made it worse. That you have so much magic also means you have so much more to hurt.

'How did I not know this? I mean, it's my magic, how could the fact that it's injured escape my notice? I've been able to use it just fine.'

The use of your magic and it's injury are not the same thing. Your magic is injured on a deeper level, on a manifestational level rather than a functional level. How it creates itself, replenishes itself, and interacts with the world beyond your body. Now that we are here, we are able to heal some of the damage and allow it access to some of the world beyond your limiter.

'Okay, but what does that mean for me and our ability to do magic?'

You ability to use your magic and us will not be restricted by your magic, only by your knowledge. Rather, your injured magic, if it is not healed by the time you begin to learn magic, will occasionally affect your spells, your recovery time, and your magical pathways. When your magic reaches maturity, it may become more volatile if it is not healed.

Harry panicked just a bit. 'How can I heal it?'

Harry thought he heard his focus chuckle. Your magic will heal with time, focus, freedom, and meditation. We can help the process, having a connection between you and your magic.

'Oh, alright. Um, well, I guess we'll have to start on some of that then.'

Indeed, our Harry.

Harry pulled his focus back and focused on Memchark, who had been staring at him with all of the many eyes. "Is something wrong, young Harry?"

Harry grimaced. "Depends on what you mean by wrong. I was just talking with my focus, and they said that the touching thing is more of a 'my magic is volatile and they act as a balance' rather than anything malicious. Oh, also, my magic is injured."

"Wait, wait, you said you talked to your focus? Can you clarify?"

Harry furrowed his brow. "I talked to them. My focus, it has two cores, sort of, and they talk to me."

"When you say talk, you mean you feel emotions from your focus due to your empathic abilities?"

"No, I talk to them. We speak, exchange words, communicate. I ask questions, they answer, or they ask a question and I answer. Speech."

Memchark made that high pitched noise Harry was beginning to associate with either confusion or excitement. "You are saying you can exchange words with your focus through your magic," Memchark said.

Harry nodded. "Yep, that's the whole of it."

"This is...this is unprecedented. To have a focus intimately tied to you and being able to feel the intentions, that is what the basis of a Wild Type is, but being able to speak with your focus, talk and negotiate through words, that is unheard of!"

Harry groaned. "I thought Vanderian just meant it was rare and not common, not that it had never happened before," he said. "Really, really? I am not the only person to have ever had a focus that can communicate with them."

Memchark made a lower pitched hum. "You, Harry, are a unique being. There are few like you in the universe in all of time. To be a passenger of the Tardis is one thing, there are a number, though it is a small one, that have been part of such a group. But you are not just a passenger, a companion, you are the son of the Time Lord, and a child of the Tardis. You are a magic user whose name, I can say, travels not just through the times you visit, but echoes from your birth time forward. You will be forever followed by this uniqueness and you won't ever be able to run from it. Only your personal timeline will tell you how much of your future will be written into history books, but your name will not be forgotten."

Harry slumped back against the chair, slinking lower into the seat. "Great, just brilliant. What I always wanted, fame and notoriety. Wonderful."

Memchark chuckled. "You are the son of the Time Lord, if only for that will your name never be forgotten by those who meet you, and by the Universe. Now, we must turn our attention to your focus and everything you can tell me about it. The materials, and since you can talk with your cores, anything pertaining to them they believe is relevant to their use. I do not want to mess with the balance of your magic, that may lead to some negative consequences, but since I cannot examine your focus directly, and indirect assessment will have to do."

Harry looked down at his focus, then up at Memchark. "I did ask them if they had anything specific they wanted to tell you, and they said that they were my focus and anything I wished to tell you was fine. So Where do you want to start?"

"I remember you saying your magic was injured; I was too busy concentrating on the fact that you talk to your focus directly but that information concerns me. What do you mean exactly?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure. They sort of explained that some of the things that had happened to me have damaged my magic in some form or other, most notably the time I was kidnapped. They said right now the only things it affects are some of my spells and when I take my limiter off my magic sometimes gets a little out of hand, which I've attributed to the fact that it doesn't like being locked away. But when my magical maturity hits is when they say it'll be the most dangerous. So I have something else to look forward to."

Memchark's humming noise returned. "Well, young Harry, this is rather critical information. I shall take it to some of the experts we have on Haleysio and see if they have any advice for you. For now, let us talk about your focus. You say you have two cores?"

"In a sense. My primary core is the powdered bone of the Prime Thestral, who actually came here from Earth along with the first human settlers. I take it Thestrals are native to Earth's magic?"

"Indeed, though magical creatures viewable only by viewing death are not unique to Earth. Thestrals are the largest of the type and often take charge of the wandering souls of the dead. A Prime Thestral. They often have a mark on their forehead denoting their status." Memchark's eyes darted up to Harry's own forehead, where Harry's long hair hid the lightning bolt scar.

Harry looked up cross eyed at the mark. "Yeah, I was told something like that by my Focus. There is some kind of connection between us that hasn't happened yet to me, I've been told."

"And your second core?"

Harry grinned, tapping the purple star-stone at the end of the focus. "One of the four compressed stars I played with as a child. I named this one," Harry whistled a three part tune, one long, one short, one stuttered. "It means 'Beautiful'. I always liked the color and feel of this star."

Memchark resisted the urge to shift back. There had been the knowledge that Harry had a star incorporated into his Focus, but the actual truth of the matter was not the simple version Memchark had believed, but rather the disastrous version. A compressed star, so much energy, taken at the tipping point between life and death, and compressed into a single point infinitesimally small. Such a power had been used on Germlackrex, the home from which they had fled a civil war.

Germlackrex was now nothing more than a rather large asteroid in orbit. Nothing supporting life remained.

This was hundreds of cycles ago, but the story was passed down and Memchark's people were long lived. It was only two generations ago that Memchark's own family came to Haleysio, the last of the refugees.

"A compressed star..." Memchark said, proud of the clear tone.

Harry nodded. "Yeah. I was drawn to the energy from them and pulled them out of the storage dad had put them into. There were four of them and I would play with them all the time. They helped me create my personal galaxies."

"That is...quite a bit of power in that Focus then. I can understand why there are multiple anchoring threads." Privately Memchark wondered if two anchoring threads were enough.

"Well, there's those, and the woods are Black Kifeern and Smoked Hallow. They twine together until you can't tell them apart except for the color. There are runes, whose meaning I don't know, running a counter spiral to the anchoring threads."

Memchark leaned as close as was deemed safe, using all those eyes to peer at the focus laying in the young, powerful, magical's hands. "Indeed. Well, I have a basic concept for your focus. You will learn much of the necessary Mobile movements when you head to Hogwarts, it will be the Wild side of your Focus I will need to concentrate on. I shall send a Thought to Kyst if I need to speak with you again before I am finished with the book. I have most of what I need. Though the idea of someone with a Focus as powerful as yours is scares me just a little bit." Even knowing the history that Harry creates in his personal future doesn't negate the fear that Memchark conceals. There are so many other times and places Harry goes, some so far in the future that Memchark can't even imagine them.

But knowing Harry possessed such a Focus, it brought both comfort and uncertainty. So much of the past and the future hangs on the shoulders of such a young, powerful, intelligent, and somewhat naive, young human boy.

Memchark wondered if Harry was up to such a challenge.

~~~~This is a Scene Break~~~~

"Do you know how long it took me to convince Prysh to let me come with you?" Harry said, a note of mild panic on his voice. "It took me forever! And she made me promise to wear her clothes at the Festival since I wasn't sure I was going to be back in time for my modeling tomorrow and it took Kryill prying her off me to let me leave. And I still have to go see Memchark."

Rose laughed. "The busy life of the young today. If only I had so much to do when I was your age, I probably wouldn't have gotten in so much trouble."

"You'd probably have been driven mental. This is insane! Prysh is insane! Is it something about clothes that makes people insane? I don't understand it."

"And yet you agreed to do all this for a jacket," Rose reminded him.

"My point stands. Clothes make you insane."

They were on a larger version of the transport disc Harry had ridden with Kyst earlier in the week. Prryxt said it was a special version that would allow for quicker travel and more beings, leased specially by the Council for this occasion. At the moment, it held Harry, his dad, Rose, and Prryxt, though there was room for at least two more reasonably medium sized beings to fit.

"So how far away is this site?" Rose asked. "We've been on this disc for at least half an hour."

"It is nearly on the opposite side of the planet, Lady Rose. It sits in the middle of unoccupied territory and is protected by numerous wards," Prryxt replied.

"So, how long are we gonna be on this disc?" Harry asked. "As an estimate. I've been getting better at figuring out how long hours are supposed to be, though modeling does skew my perception. It seems to take forever in there."

Prryxt glanced over at Harry, tails twitching in amusement. "Another hour, young Harry. And it fascinates me that you cannot tell time in the proper manner. At least, not without assistance. Being the son of a Time Lord, even by adoption, one would have thought a good sense of time would be instilled."

"Never need conventional time on the Tardis. Time is what you make of it. Don't need conventional time to work out an experiment, personal units work well there and the Tardis helps keep an eye on certain delicate experiments, and using it to play games where there isn't a star and planet is sort of useless. I mean, you could literally base time off of anything, yet you go for how long it takes to make a rotation, first one full rotation of the planet, then the rotation around the star of your system. It seems so...distant. Why not use something else? Like, how long it takes a particular plant to grow, or base it off the various satellites you have. I know Earth has a natural satellite, and Haleysio has two."

"The planet's rotation is a far more stable way of measuring time than most other ways, though if you want the most specific way time is measured, it wouldn't be based off of the planet or the sun. The first super accurate clocks were based off of the structure and reaction of atoms, most notably Cesium-133, and it's radiation frequency, which was the most accurate replication of a second in perfect repetition they could produce, and it remained the most accurate way of telling time for quite a while," Prryxt said.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "But that's still a replication. They could have chosen a simpler particle and used that radiation frequency as a second. They wanted to match what they already had and make it infallible. Not a bad thing to do, really, especially in societies that value time so much," he said.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Don't get him started on time Prryxt. He'll chatter your ear off the rest of the ride on the perplexities and misconceptions about it, and then he'll drag the Doctor in and you'll not get a word in edgewise when they go at it."

Prryxt looked between the tiny child and the Time Lord. "I see. I shall refrain then. Doctor, I must ask, what are you looking for at the site? It's been scoured by historians and scientific magic for cycles."

The Doctor, who had been pouring over the notebook again, looked up. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Well, I was hoping a more thorough search with an eye for what might have been left behind by the Cult would be far more revealing than a simple magical search. Also, I bet Harry here will be able to have a go at messing about with things."

"Are you sure letting Harry mess about with anything at such an ancient site is a good idea?" Prryxt said, a note of concern in his voice.

The Doctor looked up, brow furrowed. "Why not? If he can figure out something let him at it. He's rather more sensitive to magic than most I've met."

"We've had some of the best magic sensors at that site before to make sure nothing dangerous was left behind and they didn't find anything. What could a child do that they could not?"

The Doctor looked at Harry, eyebrow raised. Harry sighed. "Do you know why I wear this necklace, Prryxt?" Harry asked, touching the golden loops resting at his collarbone.

Prryxt looked at the necklace closely, then at Harry, before shaking his head. "I am afraid I do not. Is there a special significance to it? It's very pretty," he added.

"It's a limiter. It traps my magic inside my body, not letting me directly interfere with magic outside my skin, though I have been assured my magic will work through my focus without needing to take it off. But I don't wear it because I have too much magic, though apparently some do. I wear it because some not very nice beings decided to alter my nervous system and their signals and tie them into my magic directly. Which means if I touch you, my magic allows my nerves and brain to feel exactly what you're feeling, no matter what it is. No thoughts, I can't mind read with a touch, but I can't touch anyone without feeling every one of their emotions, until they overwhelm my own. I wear this so I can interact without having to fear skin contact." Harry fingered his necklace, feeling the intricate series of swirls and loops that let him keep his sanity.

Prryxt's whole body shuddered, tails twitching in shock and anger. "Who would do such a thing to a child? You said this was done to you," he said.

Harry nodded. "Yes, though their end goal was probably not making me a touch empath, they were interrupted before they could finish whatever they started. And then they weren't able to give an answer after dad was finished with them." Harry looked at his father, whose face was hard.

"They deserved nothing less than what I did to them. I won't regret it," the Doctor said firmly. "Letting themselves be lulled into such a state that they let their ruler kidnap and experiment on a child out of spite."

Rose had heard most of the story from Jack, and wondered if the Doctor truly didn't regret his actions, sentencing an entire planet into oblivion. But the anger of a parent is truly unmatched when their child is hurt and Harry had been well and truly hurt.

"So, a touch empath. While a horrifying thing to be when unrestrained, does it allow any specific magic to occur?" Prryxt asked, trying to move past the thought that someone did this to Harry, kidnapping and changing and creating someone unable to physically stand to touch another living being without immense mental pain.

Harry shrugged. "It's what allows me to communicate with sentient if seemingly inanimate items. Hogwarts for one, and the Tardis and I have a special connection. Being a touch empath both strengthened and changed our bond. I'm sure there will be something left around that site I can interact with. At the very least I can give it a try."

Rose recalled Harry being able to sooth with that talent. A touch empath strong enough can send emotions back through touch as well, a useful if dangerous skill to have.

They were silent for most of the rest of the trip, Prryxt trying to assimilate his knowledge of Harry and this new information of him as a touch empath, Harry contemplating what he could find at the sight, the Doctor going over his translations, and Rose watching the scenery whiz by at rather astonishing speeds.

Knowledge, while important, also changes, and Prryxt wasn't sure he had wanted to know such a young child had had something so horrific done to them.

~~~This is a Scene Change~~~~

"Well, this is Cult architecture. Time Lords were never extraordinarily original when it came to building things, preferring to take bits and pieces of various cultures they observed and transplanting what they liked back on Gallifrey. Large spherical domes were a specialty of Pythia's temples and they lasted into the era of Rassilon and the Looms."

The Doctor, Rose, Harry and Prryxt had arrived at the site. The most notable thing about it was a large, metallic dome that stretched above them for a good fifty meters and nearly double that in width. While parts of it looked as if time and elements had gotten to them, the basic structure remained and looked quite impressive against the greenery and the sky.

Greenery that had taken over much of the area, in fact.

There were some basic outlines indicating where civilization had once made it's mark, but very little remained besides the giant dome that itself was falling to pieces.

Rose bent down to examine the greenery, wondering what kind of plants would grow on a magical planet. She was ready for just about anything to happen and wouldn't have been surprised if she touched the plants only for them to rear up, gain voice boxes, and demand she wash her hands before stroking them.

So when the most the odd, spherical leaf-type planets did was change colors abruptly and flutter around, she felt somewhat disappointed.

"I was expecting more of a reaction," she said, gesturing towards the plants. "I mean, the color change is cool, I haven't really seen that particular shade of blue before, but it was rather tame."

Prryxt wandered over. "Well, you were touching a FlutterShie Tendril. I'm sure the main body would give you quite the pause for thought, but the tendrils are rather tame in comparison to the core. But you'd have to make quite the journey, tendrils can grow half a territory away from the core. A good three day's walk at human speed." Prryxt motioned towards where the tendril disappeared outside the dome.

Rose blinked. "Well, it's far more impressive now."

Prryxt purred a laugh.

Harry had distanced himself from everyone before slipping off his necklace and heading off to see what sort of magical disturbances he could find. There were bound to be plenty, this was a magical planet, but whether they were useful was a whole different thing.

He started at the edge of the dome's inner circumference, placing his hand on the lifeless wall and starting a circuit of the space.

If he walked all the way around it, he might find something of interest at least.

Maybe.

He walked further and further from the group, wondering what had happened here so long ago with the Time Lord's predecessors, the Cult. He knew little about anything from Gallifrey that wasn't available in the Library or the Tardis herself, and the Library was very very limited. His knowledge of the language was only made up of what his dad taught him and what he could get his hands on. He knew the three main scripts Time Lords used, at various levels of proficiency, but anything substantial about his dad's people, he knew very little.

It was somewhat frustrating.

He had made it almost halfway around the dome when something sparked at his magic, and he felt a tug pulling him outside.

"Um...hey, something's over he..." he tried to call back, hoping the acoustics would carry his voice, but he was cut off before he could finish by a thread of magic winding it's way around his voice and shutting it off.

"Young magical being, we have no wish to disturb the others. We sensed your presence and wished to speak with you." Harry turned wide green eyes towards the space he could clearly hear words, though he couldn't hear anything, really. Not with his ears.

"How can I hear you, but not hear you?" Harry mouthed, wondering if whoever was speaking could read lips.

"You need only project your magic with your desired thoughts, it will do the rest for you."

"Is that why I can hear you without hearing you?" Harry said, doing as asked. With his magic floating freely about him, he fumbled with the concept presented and compromised with using the same method he used to 'talk' with the Tardis.

"Indeed, though your speech is odd. Are you using pictures? You need only use words. Magic ensures our understanding."

"Where are you? I can't see you."

"We are here, all around you. We shall find our forms. It has been many many long eons since we used a physical form, but we understand it is easier for those confined within forms to converse with forms."

Harry felt the magic in the air saturate and condense and waited with curious eyes as he saw colors begin to fill the air and take a vague, blobby appearance. "Hello then. I'm Harry," he said as the four shapes solidified into concrete color blobs. There was a bright yellow one, a deep green one, one whose color hovered between pink and purple, and one who shone a deep red.

"Hello, Harry. We are the Kysh'fryck. We call this place home. We are those who dwell in the Heart of Magic."

Harry blinked. "Heart of Magic? Is that what this place is called?"

"No. That is the name of this world. Heart of Magic. We dwell here, we are those who exist in the Heart of Magic."

"How many of you are there?"

"Do you count how many cells you have in your form? There are as many as need be at any given time. We do not...live in the same sense as you do. We do not have forms that give up the sustenance you call life. We are the beings who dwell in the Heart of Magic, we are not confined to forms unless we wish it."

Harry slowly nodded. "I think I understand. You are pure magic, given thought and will. Beings of pure magic, rather than beings who possess magic, as all others on Heart of Magic are. Do you have a language?"

"No, Harry. We do not have a language as you see it. We require only our magic to communicate with other beings. We can only partially communicate with those who have no magic, as our ability to understand them is limited since we cannot taste how their form has shaped their magic and their thought. We speak to you through magic, so our communication takes the form of thought you are most comfortable with, in this case language. With the animals on Heart of Magic, they think instinctively and our communication takes the same form."

"So how did you communicate with those who built this dome so long ago?"

"They possessed a hint of magic, just a touch, and we were able to communicate with them through that magic, though they knew not how we spoke to them. They were not magically strong and eventually our communication with them grew strained and they could not sustain it any longer, their minds unable to handle the differences. I believe the only one who survived was a child who had been given form on this planet and thus was born with an adequate amount of magic to survive prolonged communication."

Harry was taken aback. This was a very different account from what he had been given by his father. "They believed that you have driven them insane on purpose," he told them.

"It is not unlikely. They were not kind when they arrived and we did not know what they could do. They used strange items to do things and they were unable to connect to Heart of Magic as all those who live on this planet can. We were frightened of them initially and agreed to leave them in peace, but after a time, they began to injure Heart of Magic and we tried to intervene. Our persuasions were gentle at first, then harsher as they did not understand. This had a negative effect on their minds."

"I see. What did you want to talk with me about? And why did you not want me to call my dad and Rose and Prryxt over?"

Harry could see the blobs shift around and merge partially together and change colors. "You are a unique magical being, Harry. We have long wondered who you are, as you have been on Heart of Magic before, and you have spoken with us as if you knew us, but your form was older then, while it is younger now. And you possess so much magic, we were surprised you had a form and were not just pure magic. We did not know a form could contain so much magic."

Harry looked down at his body, then up at the magical beings that were part of Haleysio/Heart of Magic. "I'm a special case," he told them. "I wasn't really supposed to have so much magic, but an incident as a baby and then some ill-intentioned messing around had my magical core overreacting and producing too much magic. I've been told it's bad for a form to have so much magic."

"We can understand this. A form is only meant to hold so much magic, and you are overflowing. One day your form may burst and your magic may be released. We do not know what this would do to your form." They shifted around again, merging and changing colors. "We wish to know why an older form of you has spoken with us before the younger form spoke with us. It is a most unusual phenomena and we don't know what to make of it."

Harry grinned. "I'm the son of a Time Lord and the Tardis. That's all we do, travel through time and space and do things out of order."

"We know of Time Magics, it is how we exist at multiple points, but such magics that allow a form to travel through time to such great extents much be powerful magics."

"It's not magic, not in the same sense as this kind of magic. It's technology, a connection of various materials in a specific way that produces an effect. The Tardis is a living being who feeds off of time energy at rifts in space and time, using that energy to fuel travel into the temporal plane."

"Such strange words, technology and Tardis and rifts. You have a strange life, young Harry."

"That's what's fun about being me."

"Harry, we wish to know more about the forms who wander on Heart of Magic, but they do not know we exist. They have a finite concept of existence and since they have not seen any obvious evidence of us, they believe we...died out...many many eons ago. We have not spoken with many of the forms, and those we have spoken to do not quite understand that we are those who dwell here and not just Heart of Magic speaking to them. It is as if they cannot believe what they cannot understand, which makes little sense to us, as they possess magic as well, and magic at its core is unexplainable."

Harry laughed silently. He wasn't surprised that those who lived on Haleysio now were unaware of the beings who lived alongside them. They were remarkably inventive with the magic they possessed, but they were also tied down to the same theories they had learned and lived with. Only a few every broke those barriers.

He lived in a world most would call impossible anyway. The Tardis wasn't something one could explain, not without spending a lifetime at it.

"Impossibility begets impossibility. I've grown up in a world that doesn't exist on this plane of reality, except for in the form of a large blue box. I've met the rulers of nations and galaxies, and I've met those who make sure those nations and galaxies run smoothly. It isn't magic that allows me to believe in what you say, it's more of a mental acknowledgement that I will never know everything that exists in the universe and even pretending I might one day is silly and pointless. Who wants to close their minds off like that?"

The Kysh'fryck swirled around. "That is indeed a novel mindset for a form who possesses magic."

"Also, it helps that my magic and I are more companions than wielder and tool. Asking for something always works out better than forcing. I'm sure a proper education will manage to confound even me when it comes to forcing spells I don't wish to perform."

"We also find it strange that you learn magic, rather than wield it naturally. None of the magical forms on Heart of Magic can instinctively use their magic, not as we are used to amongst ourselves. The restrictions you have placed on you...is that due to you being a form rather than being magic?"

Harry nodded. "Our magic as a form is restricted to an inner core that we must access in some way to perform any feasible magic. Children are capable of instinctual magic, though it isn't directed, and those who are powerful and smart enough can train themselves to perform magic without a focus. But most magical forms need something to help direct the magic contained within them. It is a limitation."

"That is so strange. We desire something and we are able to achieve it, within reason. We are only granted a limited access to the magic of Heart of Magic, so as not to drain Heart of Magic before the Lines can replenish the supply. We do not want to use personal magics that fuel the consciousness we possess as that would be detrimental to our existence. That is one of the few ways we may fade from existence, to use the magics that contain our being."

"So you can die, in a sense?"

"Yes. But it is not a quick or painless method. Those that have done such a thing have often described the sensations as they faded and their magic dispersed back into the environment. All descriptions were filled with words of agony and despair."

Harry shuddered. Since he was constrained to a form, he did not have the possibility of literally using his consciousness as part of a spell. Such a risk was frightening.

"You are a fascinating species. This is such an amazing discovery. Am I allowed to tell my dad and Rose of this talk?"

"You may tell whomever you wish. There are no restrictions placed upon you. Our existence cannot be threatened by those who live on Heart of Magic, there is nothing they can do so long as they wish to live on Heart of Magic. In fact, their external protections have made Heart of Magic safer for anything with magic, and we are untouchable by almost any real threat. We can observe and live in peace here."

"Where do you live? And how do you live? I mean, if you don't have a form without having to create one, how do you create societies?"

"Young curious one. We have lived on Heart of Magic since a time when magic sprang from the cracks of the surface. We live among you, yet since our existence is purely magical except when we wish it otherwise, our society and existence is often mistaken for extreme concentrations of magic and protected with magic. It is quite astonishing how protective these forms are of magical concentrations."

Harry giggled. He wasn't surprised. "That's the way forms work. We see something that we value and decide we must protect it at all costs."

"Well, we have benefitted from it immensely. We shall release your vocal cords and take our leave. Your companions are searching for you and we do not wish to cause you inconvenience. We shall see you again, Harry. Good Bye."

Harry felt his voice release and grinned, watching the Kyrsh'fryck vanish once again.

"Harry, there you are! I was wondering where you had gotten off to. Come on, there's some interesting writing on a wall!" The Doctor looked at his wayward son with a grin. "They thought it was just natural erosion or something, but it's clearly not. Wait, what's wrong? Did something happen?" The Doctor noticed Harry's quietness and his grin of amusement.

"Not something, so much as someones. Several."

"What? Who? There's been nobody through the wards, Prryxt said. We have the site to ourselves today."

"The Kysh'fryck," Harry said, and watching his dad's mouth drop open in surprise. He rarely got the pleasure, and he was going to enjoy it now.

"You did what?" his dad said, eyes wide.

"I was talking to the Kysh'fryck. The same ones from those documents, truth be told. They were very interested in me. Couldn't figure out why I seemed to be older before I was younger. I've talked to them on this planet before, when I'm older." Harry was enjoying watching his father's astonishment. "They're really rather fascinating beings. They only have a solid form if they wish it, otherwise they don't exist on a plane of reality we can see on."

The Doctor was trying to find the proper words for his astonishment. "But...but...aren't they...dead by this time?" he asked. "I mean, there have been no real sightings of them and nothing of theirs has ever been found on Haleysio."

Harry shrugged. "They are beings of pure magic. They exist on a plane of reality where magic is visible and thus they only interact on this plane when they wish to. I'm sure they can see this plane, they know everything about it, and they are curious about the inhabitants of Halyesio, but they don't feel the need to interfere. They've tried talking to various beings on the planet, but no one they talk to believes that they are independent beings."

"Are they? I mean, if they're part of the magic on Haleysio, then are they truly independent from that magic?"

"They seemed like it to me. They never spoke individually, more as a harmony, but that's probably a quirk of biology. They have consciousness and desires and they communicate with others. They just don't have a form, as they called it. A body, as we see it. They can create one, but they don't need one to exist." Harry smiled. "They're nice too. Gentle. If a little strange."

The Doctor was pacing. "But they drove the Cult into insanity, bare one child. How is that gentle or kind?"

Harry shook his head. "They require magic to communicate, on both sides of the communication. They don't speak, not how we do, creating sounds and projecting them into the air. Rather they speak through a magical connection, allowing their magic to feel how we are most comfortable communicating then using that to let their thoughts speak to us. The Cult didn't have enough magic to have sustained communication with the Kysh'fryck and their insanity was a byproduct of the communication, though they did hint that the Cult was hurting the planet and they needed to interfere."

"How did one child survive that? If an adult couldn't survive the communication, then how could a child?"

"The child was born on this planet, there was enough magic in them that they could withstand the communication."

The Doctor paced faster and faster. This was changing everything about what he thought he knew. This planet was still home to the original inhabitants, they just existed on a plane that wasn't visible to the naked eye. He wondered if there were beings who could see magic, and if they could see the Kysh'fryck.

It would be worth looking into.

"They said I could tell whomever I wanted about them. They didn't particularly mind, they were rather impressed with the protections that the inhabitants of Haleysio put around the planet, and around their own society."

The Doctor turned to look at Harry sharply. "What do you mean?"

"Well, they said that those on Haleysio would put protections on areas of high magical concentration, most of which protects their society. Which they find pleasant."

The Doctor laughed. That was brilliant. "Come on! Let's go see how Pryyxt likes knowing about that! It's brilliant, I say, brilliant." THe Doctor held his hand out to Harry, and they ran back towards Prryxt and Rose, laughing.

"Prryxt, you'll never believe what I've found!" Harry shouted, coming to a halt, grinning.

"And what is it you have found, young Harry, that is so unbelievable?" Prryxt had wondered where the young boy had wandered off to, seeing as he had disappeared for a good twenty minutes.

"I found the original inhabitants of Haleysio."

Well, he had expected quite a bit, but that was not among them. "You what? You found their bodies?"

Harry shook his head. "No, no, they're not dead. They can't really die, per say. They can use their consciousness up with magic and fade away, but they can't die. They wanted to talk to me, so they pulled me aside and we had a decent conversation. They're very nice, really. Not crazy at all, which I wasn't expecting from the amount of magic on this planet."

Prryxt was reeling. He sat back on his haunches, tails twitching, trying to fully process what Harry was saying.

It was hard to believe.

"What you're saying is that the original inhabitants of Haleysio are still here, and that they cannot die, and we cannot see them."

Harry nodded. "Yeah. They've tried talking to some of the other inhabitants, those with a lot of magic specifically, but they've never really believed that they were actually beings and not just Haleysio using magic to talk to them. But really, they don't mind you being here, you don't harm the planet and you actually do a lot of protecting, so they're rather grateful. I don't know what could possibly hurt them, but the fact that you've gone out of your way to protect them, even if you didn't really know it at the time, does mean they appreciate your efforts." Harry turned to his dad. "So, what was this writing you found?"

Rose laughed. The Doctor and Prryxt had given Harry a look that said 'You're interested in writing on a wall when you've just told us you've met with a species no one knew existed on this planet?' and Harry just rolled his eyes. "Harry, I'll show you where it is while they try and get over your shocking revelations."

Harry skipped over to Rose. "You aren't shocked?" he asked. "I mean, I was a bit surprised, but not really. This is the magical planet, the only one. I wouldn't expect the inhabitants to die out without leaving a mark. I don't think they can die out at all, not until Haleysio no longer exists."

Rose shrugged. "I've seen the wonders of the Universe from the Tardis, and been stuck on Earth for over a century after being turned immortal. There's very little I'm unwilling to believe. And you, little magical imp, are more likely than not to run into such unbelievable events. You found a way to get to my universe, didn't you?"

Harry shrugged, grinning.

Rose led Harry over to a section of the Dome that was still relatively intact. "Here it is. They didn't think anything of it, being unable to distinguish it as letters, but the Doctor said it was the same form of writing on the First Documents."

Harry leaned closer, squinting at the scratches. He could tell it was writing, it shared some similarities in basic form with Old High Gallifreyan, but he couldn't read it at all. "I can't read it. It isn't a form of Gallifreyan I know."

"I expected as much. The Doctor had to translate the First Documents to read them easier, and he told us it was the language the Cult used, so it's old."

Harry nodded, touching his fingers to the metallic scratchings.

He wasn't expecting the flood of emotions that followed, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed.

Rose rushed forward, catching him as he fell, and the touch of her hands on his arms made his body jerk as her emotions tangled up with his and the ones from the scratchings.

He pulled himself out of her arms. "Don't...don't touch me. I haven't put on my limiter. I took it off when we got here, and I hadn't put it back on yet. Just...just give me some space."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Rose said, realizing what had happened.

"I know, it's alright, just don't touch me yet."

"What happened? Was it magic or something?"

"No, no, just, whoever carved those markings into the wall, they transferred their emotions into them. It must have been in desperation, they were very very scared when they wrote those words. Scared and desperate and hopeless." Harry shuddered. He hadn't had such a visceral response to emotional markings in a while. He usually wore his limiter at all times, so he rarely had to deal with emotion backlash, but the etchings on the wall and Rose's concern and confusion washed through his mind. He had to sort them out.

"You can feel emotions left behind by people thousands of years ago?" Rose asked, awed.

Harry nodded. "If the emotions are strong enough, they linger. The words gave them shape and held on to them. Dad'll probably confirm that the message is something related to desperation or panic. I'm going to go sit over there, I need to sort everything out. It's been a while since something like that happened unexpectedly."

Harry walked a little ways away and sat, touching only the ground, closing his eyes and pulling out his focus.

Rose hoped he would be okay. He had used his abilities on her once before, in the elevator, but it had been done on purpose. Accidental emotional overload, that sounded unpleasant.

It was only a few moments later that the Doctor and Prryxt joined them.

"What happened?" the Doctor asked, gesturing at Harry, who was sitting still and breathing deeply.

"There's emotions in the writing. I wanted to see if Harry knew what was written, since he knows Gallifreyan, but he said he didn't know the script, but he touched it, and he wasn't wearing the necklace. He said there were so many emotions in the writing it overwhelmed him. I'm afraid my attempts to catch him also meant I touched him in the process. It's hard to remember that he can feel your emotions, he always has that necklace on." Rose rubbed her hands on her arms.

The Doctor laid a hand on Rose's cheek. "It's alright. Harry'll be fine. He's probably been more affected by the emotions within the writing than whatever he got from you. I'll check on him in a minute. Did he tell you what emotions he got from the writing?"

Rose nodded, leaning towards the Doctor. "He said there were written in desperation, very afraid and scared and hopeless. He said you would probably figure out that whatever is written there is most likely panicked or desperate."

The Doctor frowned, then leaned in closer to the walls, letting his fingers brush the etchings. "Give me a few minutes. I've gotten better after three days of staring at the Cult's writing, but this handwriting is very messy. I need to decipher it."

Rose joined Prryxt, giving the Doctor some space.

"This is a most unusual trip. I was not expecting so much to be happening here," Prryxt said to Rose. "Harry meeting with the first beings on magic on Haleysio, the finding of writings we had not seen before, Harry's reaction to them. I was thinking this would be no more than a fun wander around an old historical site."

Rose grinned at Prryxt. "You brought the two most troublesome beings in existence here, I wouldn't have expected anything less. You're lucky Jack isn't here or he'd be flirting with you while we do all this."

Prryxt blinked in shock. "But, this Jack, from what records we have, he is human yes? Immortal but human otherwise."

Rose laughed loudly. "Oh, that wouldn't stop him. 51st century human, he flirts with anything that moves. Maybe a few things that don't move too. He's a more opportunity oriented kind of person. Species, gender or lack thereof, sex, physicality, whatever, matters little to him. He's drawn more to whomever's willing." She could see the trouble now, if Jack showed up on Haleysio. He'd get kicked out the Council and possibly banned from returning.

She hoped, at least. Who knew how long Jack was staying with Salazar. If he waited out all of Salazar's life with him, that could be for quite a while.

She wondered if he would be the same when he came back.

She hoped so.

"This Jack sounds very intriguing. While it is true that most species who have sex or mate for pleasure as well as breeding and can do so with most other species, it is not often there is a being who is so openly uncaring of species. There are a few inter-species relationships on Haleysio, such is what happens when there are so many different kinds of beings here, but many are naturally childless, their genetics unable to mix to create offspring, and those that want a child go to the main Child Home for those with no Guardian or Parent located in Harsephis. Those that do have children are usually so closely related genetics wise that they can trace to a common ancestor on the species map."

Rose shrugged. "Jack isn't one for wanting children, though I have been told he has had a number of them."

Prryxt nodded.

"I got it!" the Doctor exclaimed, breaking the silence Rose and Prryxt had lapsed into. "And Harry was right. These were very desperate words, written by someone very very scared and in a lot of pain."

Rose moved in, hovering over the Doctor's shoulder. "What does it say?"

The Doctor looked at Rose, eyes grim. "'They have come again. They speak, and our minds burn. They say we are hurting something, hurting the Heart. They are coming. They are hurting us. They are saying we are hurting them. We do not know what we are doing. We do not know what they mean. They are hurting us. They are hurting us. They are hurting us. Help Us. Help Us. My mind is burning, it is burning, it is burning, it is burning.'"

The Doctor might have spoken in a flat tone, not adding intonation, but Rose could hear the pleas.

"What Harry said was true," Rose breathed. "That does sound desperate."

"He was also right about something else, regarding why the Cult went insane," the Doctor said.

Prryxt tilted his head. "What do you mean? I was under the impression that the original inhabitants did so because they were invaders."

The Doctor shook his head. "Not entirely because of that reason. It seems that the Kysh'fryck require magic on both ends for ease of communication, and while the Cult did have some magic, there wasn't enough for the communication between them to be easy. Just the act of talking to the Kysh'fryck started hurting the minds of the Cult and while some action the Cult took sped the insanity, because they were doing something to the planet, it would have happened eventually. The child who survived did so because they were born on the planet and had enough ambient magic to withstand the communication."

"So you and I, we couldn't talk to the Kysh'fryck without risking our own sanity," Rose said.

The Doctor nodded. "Indeed."

"That is a troubling notion. Though it pales in comparison to the fact that we have never seen them before, ever. Or at least not knowingly seen them," Prryxt said.

"That's because you all don't want to believe that they're separate from the magic of the planet, those that have seen them," Harry said. "I finally got all the emotions sorted out and restored back where they need to be in my mind. That was a mess. So, how desperate was the writing?"

The Doctor looked at his son. Harry had put the golden loops back on, which he was glad for. "Very. I believe it was one of the last things someone wrote before the Kysh'fryck drove them insane. They were saying something about the natives saying they were hurting the Heart. Do you know what that means?"

Harry snapped, slapping his fist into his hand. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. The Kysh'fryck do have a name for the planet. They call it Heart of Magic. So literally, whatever the Cult was doing, was hurting the entire planet. I'm curious, just what was the Cult doing here?"

The Doctor frowned, pulling the large notebook from his rather small pocket (Harry heard Prryxt gasp in astonishment) and flipped through the pages, reading over them. "I'm not entirely sure. They were ordered to figure out as much about the planet as they could and why it was so unusual and why it didn't show up on a scan, even a deep scan. There are all sorts of things they could have done in the process that would have messed with the energy all around the planet. If they were injuring it, I'm not surprised that the Kysh'fryck tried to get them to stop. The inability to communicate clearly would not have helped."

Prryxt padded a bit closer. "Well, we have quite a bit more to tell the Council then I thought we would. So, I would like to take my leave before the stars come out, the Historians here have requested we don't camp out on site. And you would be on time for your modeling session tomorrow, Harry," he said, looking at Harry's shoulder slump.

"Alright. We can go now. I've seen as much as I think we will see here. And Harry's discovery was quite useful. You'll have to tell me more about it when you can. For now, we can leave. It is nearing nightfall and the stars will be coming out soon. We might even see them on the disc heading back."

Harry grinned. "That'll be fun. Might make up for having to sit in a window for three hours again tomorrow. Three hours. Feels like three days," Harry muttered. "Measured time is so weird."

Rose laughed. She would show the Doctor the pictures she had taken of Harry tonight, as the Doctor still hadn't made it down to Fashion Walk yet.

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Harry was so glad it was the day of the Festival. His sentence in the Modeling Room was over, and while he did have to wear the clothes to the Festival itself, he didn't mind that so much, and Prysh said she would have his jacket ready for him by tomorrow, so there was that! He was looking forward to that. All that time in a stupid narrow room finally being paid off in an awesome jacket.

The Festival wouldn't be taking place for a while yet. It was to start as this system's star reached it's apex in the sky and would last until the two moons reached theirs, so they were being called to the Council during the morning hours. The really early morning hours.

Harry was following his dad, Rose, and Kyst, who had met them outside the Tardis doors that morning, to the Council Hall, where Prryxt had reported on their findings and the Council had spent the previous day in discussions about what to do, on top of their duties to the Festival.

It seems they had reached some kind of conclusion about the information and had requested all of them, including Kyst, though Kyst hadn't been with them at the site, being given leave to remain behind because Prryxt would be accompanying them.

"Do you know what they've been talking about?" Harry asked Kyst.

"No I do not. I have not been given the privilege of sitting in on Council Meetings. There is little need for it, given the lack of threat."

Harry sighed. "I was hoping you would know why they want all of us. Guess we'll have to wait."

"Being impatient will only lead to disappointment, Harry," Rose chided.

Harry scowled at her. "If things would happen quicker then I wouldn't need to be so impatient. Things here have happened so slowly most of the time. It's mind-boggling how people can live like this!"

"You've done it before, with Arthur and Merlin, and at Hogwarts with Rowena and Helga and them. What's so different?" Rose asked.

"I was at least doing things there. Something was always happening. I was learning something or playing with Arthur or running away from Godric or trying not to blow up a potion. Something. Here, I've sat in a room for three hours, which I swear is not really three hours, it can't be, and that was so boring I couldn't even think straight!" Harry groaned.

"You're forgetting your focus, and your visit to the Academy, and the historical site," Kyst pointed out.

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, but those things stopped. I spent yesterday kicking around in Justia trying to figure out what to do until it got too dark for me to see anything and I headed back."

"Wonder you didn't get lost," the Doctor commented.

Harry stuck his tongue out at his dad.

They passed through the veil leading to the Council Hall to see the entire assembly in attendance.

Harry's eyes went wide. "Wow," he whistled, spinning around.

There were so many beings, so many colors, and shapes and even dimensions, he struggled to take them all in.

"There are so many different species here," Rose said, awed. "Is this the whole Council?"

"It is indeed, Lady Rose," Bryshl said, deep voice echoing off the walls. "We have convened to discuss what to do about the information that has been presented to us in recent days."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Really? It's that important? What's so important that it takes the whole Council to discuss?"

Lady Shorll stepped up. "You not only translated the First Documents and gave us permission to copy them for our records, you also made the startling discovery that the native inhabitants of Haleysio are still alive. Something none of us knew about. You have a renowned scholar of the Academy petitioning us to release to you, Harry, a book for you to study, one I have read over and am immensely curious about. There are plenty of reasons for the Council to convene."

Harry rolled his eyes, groaning. "The Kysh'fryck actually like you, why are you so concerned? They only interact with those they wish to, and you can't change it. What will more information give you? And I wasn't aware that the process for allowing Memchark to give me a book was for the whole Council to read it," Harry said, frowning.

"Only the Grand Council Members have read it, Harry. We had to make sure all the information contained couldn't be compromising. The book is specialized for you, there is little we could do with the information, other than silently marvel at the kind of focus that needs such a special touch." Prryxt gave Harry a pointed look.

Harry shrugged. It had been expecting some sort of discussion over his odd Focus after the fuss Memchark had made over it, so this rather tame reply was received with little concern. "I'm still concerned as to why you need so much information on the Kysh'fryk. They aren't concerned with you all too much, they like you, and they don't even live on this plane of existence unless they wish to. It's not like you can go to their civilizations, or whatever they have."

"I'm rather shocked that one of those who lives on the Tardis doesn't feel the need to know any more about this fascinating species. Beings of pure magic, who wouldn't want to know more about them?" a rumbling voice that sounded sort of like a storm brewing shouted.

The Doctor turned towards the voice. "Just because we have the ability to travel through time and space and see all these different species doesn't mean we need to. And the Kysh'fryk are peaceful, they appreciate the efforts for protection done by those who live on Haleysio."

"Besides, you can't talk to them without risking your own sanity," Rose muttered.

The Doctor shot her a look.

"They aren't trying to do anything nefarious to Haleysio, they rather enjoy the peaceful existence they have. Why would you want to go disturbing them? Besides, you could communicate with them if you wished to try. You all have enough magic that it wouldn't be a problem," Harry said, eyeing his dad and Rose.

"But none of those who have lived on Haleysio have ever reported meeting them before. This is the first case of it's kind," Joffryn squeaked out.

"It's not," Harry said. "It's just the first time someone's believed the Kysh'fryk were actually a magical being and not just magic from Haleysio speaking to them. That does make a difference."

"What do they look like, Young Harry?" Shorll asked. "We may be able to identify those who have met them before."

Harry shrugged. "Sort of colorful shapes. No distinctive shape or pattern because they don't need a form to exist, that's what they said. They can have a form, because it's easier to communicate to those who have a body, but it's uncomfortable for them to do for long periods of time."

"That is rather imprecise," Bryshl rumbled.

"Sorry, can't give you much more than that. Oh, and they froze my vocal chords, since I didn't need them to communicate with them and they didn't want me to alert anyone nearby. Not sure why, they didn't seem to mind me telling anyone about them, but I guess it was a curiosity thing. They didn't want to be interrupted." Harry laced his fingers behind his head, grinning.

"You have a strange way of reacting to being forcibly silenced and abducted, young magical," a soft voice said. Harry turned to the speaker, a being who sort of fuzzed in his vision and flickered. "I believe this discovery of yours may help my people understand what it is that we sometimes see at areas of high magic concentrations. We have wondered if we possess a kind of second sight for historical events, seeing strange monoliths and beings floating around that don't interact with anything around them. This might in fact be the plane of the Kysh'fryk. It is worth looking into."

Harry grinned. "Wow, cool! You can see the magical plane?"

"That may be an explanation for what we observe, yes. Though we have a more intrinsic connection with magic in relation to our senses. We exist on two further planes of existence, so interacting with those who only exist on this plane requires utmost concentration. Maybe we are also seeing those who exist on the magical plane as magical echos, impressions left around high magic concentration areas."

"That sounds awesome! I wasn't aware of any being who existed on multiple planes of reality at once. Dad?" Harry turned to the Doctor.

His dad looked at Harry. "It isn't a common phenomena but it is known to happen. I take it the flickering and fuzzed outlines are due to your need to concentrate to remain able to interact on this plane of existence?"

"Indeed. We have been called Flickers by the majority of the others on Haleysio, something that has, rather irritably, grown on us," they said in a resigned tone.

"What's your proper designation then?" Harry asked.

"On this plane of existence, we have had to supply the word from a jumble of others, since our native tongue is spoken in three planes of existence at once and unable to be heard by the majority of those who dwell here. We are called 'Fifth Walkers'. Individual names mean little to us since our own language takes everything into account, though our Focus, being a Wild Type, often comes with a title that we use. I was given 'Weaver of Light'."

Harry grinned, bounding closer to Weaver of Light, eager to talk more, but the Grand Council Members, notably Shorll, interrupted.

"I am aware of how interesting you find all of this, young Harry, but right now we need to go over a few more things. We can discuss the Kysh'fryk at a later time, we have as much pertinent information as possible at the moment. But there is still the book from Memchark that is meant for you."

Harry turned back to the four members of the Grand Council. "Yes. Well, Memchark said that since I wasn't going to be taught at the Academy on Haleysio, I would need some guidance in how to use my Focus. I have a mixed type, and one half of my Focus isn't taught at Hogwarts because they don't know it exists. So Memchark figured a book could at least give me an outline on how to use my Focus. Which I appreciate. Letting those who exist at Hogwarts in my birth timeline figure out that I'm not exactly a resident of their timeline is not my goal."

The Doctor turned to Harry, eyebrows raised. "You plan you go to Hogwarts for something like seven years and you hope to keep the fact that you live in a multi-dimensional, time-travelling home a secret? How good are you at keeping secrets and are you forgetting that Jack is there as well?"

Harry huffed. "Oi, I'm perfectly capable of keeping a secret and Uncle Jack can probably manage it just as well. I'm worried you'll blab something inane to you that might give the whole thing away."

"Now, see here, I'm capable of keeping my mouth shut..." Rose laughed at that. "But you, on the other hand, don't know when mixing technology and magic is a bad thing. You nearly blew up the potions rooms at Hogwarts with Salazar and then you went and tried an ancient language of power with magic and almost killed yourself. So this plan of yours is going to take some serious work."

Rose snorted. "It's arguments like this that's gonna ruin the whole thing. You two can't help but bring up whatever point is relevant even if it's something better kept a secret. I mean, did you intend to tell the Council any of that Doctor?" Rose gestured around at their silent and interested audience.

The Doctor twitched a half frown, sighing. "I guess we'll both need to work on some sort of story to keep all of this covered." He shot a look at his son. "We aren't used to sticking around places for long periods of time, not more than a few weeks at most, and telling them isn't such an issue because we probably won't be back to that place and time again."

Harry agreed with a grin. "We can come up with an awesome story!"

"Oi, you two will pass it through me before you decide anything. Who's the one who's lived the longest in one timeline?" Rose shot a look at the two of them.

"As fascinating as this is, we need to move on to the discussion about your Focus, young Harry. You are certain you must receive all of your schooling at Hogwarts?" Shorll said, stepping forward.

Harry shrugged. "I mean, most of it I'm sure. You all would be able to tell me more about that particular subject. I wouldn't be opposed to learning at the Academy, it is a fascinating place. But I don't know if I could do that and keep the timeline intact, at least not until I've finished whatever it is I need to do in my birth timeline." Harry looked up at the Council. "I don't suppose you can tell me what it is and when it happens? That would save a lot of time."

Prryxt laughed. "Nice attempt, but no. We are not allowed to give you any information about your personal future. But I don't see what a few lessons at the Academy would harm, especially if it is during a time when the Academy is mostly out of session. A couple short lessons here and there might be able to supplement the teaching Hogwarts gives."

The Council twittered about this, voices rising and falling as various colored lights signaled a request to speak.

Harry, Rose, and the Doctor watched as the Council buzzed over this, and Rose turned to the two of them, concern on her face. "Is this really necessary? I mean, I know this is a rather important moment for them, Harry is an important figure in their history, and he's rather important to me as well, but this fuss over his schooling seems too intense. He's not even at an age where he can be schooled."

The Doctor frowned. "I can understand why they are so interested in Harry. I mean, they wouldn't go to so much trouble if they didn't know so much about him, which is why I'm letting them go on so long. While they are too careful to let anything important slip, this frenzy about Harry shows me that they are very very concerned with everything he does. And that concerns me."

The Doctor looked at Harry, the small child who was his son. Green eyes filled with so much knowledge and curiosity and that he wanted to show the Universe to while also keeping him safe and making sure he never got hurt. Just the thought of his little Harry coming to harm because of something that happened to him before the Doctor adopted him was unnerving and made his hearts beat a bit faster.

"Well, we don't need to worry about it, they don't want me to attend a school of any sort until I'm a bit older. Something about making sure my magic settled properly or something. I have enough magic and enough control over it that the usual reasons for the delay until I'm of proper schooling age isn't applicable, but my magic has so much chaotic energy and they hope that it settles some so I can use spells without having to worry about a power flux. Or at least that's what Memchark told me." Harry grimaced. "All this fuss now is rather silly."

"Your thinking about this fuss from the point of view of someone who still has personal time before schooling starts. They don't know when you might show up again or how old you'll be, so they would rather worry now than later, when you show up and are old enough. Be prepared," Rose said, a wry grin on her face.

Kyst hovered on the fringe of the small group discussing the Council's actions, wondering if all this fuss was really necessary. Harry wasn't exactly someone you could pin down or order around. There was little the Council could do in relation to someone like Harry, the Doctor, and Lady Rose. They lived in a world that was outside of conventional time. What did the Council think they could accomplish with this?

The past five days Kyst had spent with Harry was a journey into the world of a being who didn't view the world with any of the regular viewpoints Kyst knew. There was no blase acceptance of someone who lived on a planet populated by hundreds of different species, or the casual arrogance that your species was better than any other. None of the general indifference to the massive amount of magic that went into everything on Haleysio, the ignorance of the power that held everything together and the uncaring attitude of someone who decided they really didn't need to know more than they remembered from the Academy about magic.

Really, for an entire planet that ran on magic, the lack of interest in new magics by almost everyone on the planet was astonishing. Kyst had been among their numbers before Harry bounded on to the planet with bare feet and a grin, full of questions and more questions and intriguing ideas and thoughts. It did a soul good, Kyst thought, to have such a fresh viewpoint.

"I believe the Council is worried more about how they will ever be able to deal with Harry, when he should show up again in their future. They don't know what to do about the child and they know they can't influence any of his decisions directly, and it concerns them, frightens them," Kyst said in a low voice to the Doctor, Rose and Harry.

The Doctor looked up, surprise on his face. "Really? But it isn't there concern, not really. Harry doesn't pose a threat to them and we're never in one place very long so it shouldn't be something that they need to worry about."

Kyst swirled a bit faster. "That is not their concern. At least the Grand Council is now aware of the amount of power Harry possesses and an idea on what his Focus can do. They are, in a sense, frightened of the potential he presents, a potential they cannot control.

Rose hmm'd, turning this over in her mind. It made sense, really. Harry was an interesting and unique child. The son of a Time Lord and a magical. To have someone so important to your history, able to travel through time, yet forever out of your reach was a frightening prospect.

Harry, it seemed, was not quite sure of what to make of this. "They're scared that I might become too strong or something?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"In essence, they are worried you will not just become too strong, you know you are magically powerful. They are worried you will become too strong and they will be unable to help direct it. You are important to the history of many magical populations. To know that, and to be able to support you, yet be unable to direct you, is a strange concept they are trying to understand."

Harry snorted. "Time travel can't be a foreign concept to so many species with magic. I mean, sure, the Tardis is a level above, but you all have to have some sort of time travel magics."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Why do you say that?"

Harry gave his dad an incredulous look. "You mean, aside from Rowena trying to come up with some sort of time travel thing? Because it is a dream of nearly any sentient species to travel through time. Give that species magic and what do you think they'll do?" Harry gestured at his dad. "Look what the Time Lords did. They harnessed a black hole and spurred the growth of the Tardis's."

Rose gave the Doctor a considering look. "That's not an unfair assessment, Doctor."

"As it so happens, there are ways to travel through time, though they are heavily monitored and restricted. Almost no one is allowed access to them and those that are need special permission from the Relativistic Agency." At Rose's snort and amused smile, Kyst swished in amusement. "Someone had a sense of humor when naming it."

"Time Lord, Lady Rose, Harry, Kyst, if you could return your attentions to the Council, we are about to conclude the meeting. We have come to several agreements." Bryshl's voice startled them out of their talks, and they turned back to the Grand Council members.

"You do know that it is rather impossible to impose any sort of rules on us, right?" Rose said, frank and blunt.

Shorll nodded. "Indeed. It is a problem that we are trying to come to terms with. We know Harry comes to Haleysio in his future, our past, but we do not know if he comes in the future of this planet. It is a prospect we are unsure of how to deal with. We have agreed that the book Memchark has written is probably best we can do at this time to give you the tools to learn about your Focus. We cannot make you return to Haleysio for schooling, we do not have that kind of power. We will put measures into place that will remain for as long as the Council does when it pertains to teaching young Harry, which is the best we can do." Shorll looked down on them. "We must rely on you to return to Haleysio for training if you should need it."

Harry grinned. "I'm sure that might be able to happen, if necessary. But hey, might be hundreds of years from now, really."

"Which is why the guidelines will exist. Now, since it is nearing the time for the Festival, we shall call an end to this session. Most of us have duties in relation to the Festival to see to. I bid you a good day, Harry, Lord Doctor, Lady Rose."

The Council as a whole bid farewell to the three of them in a booming, resounding voices that echoed off the walls.

~~~~~This is a Scene Change~~~~~

The Festival, Harry thought, was huge. There were thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, of beings in attendance. They spread out through the space, filling daises raised into the sky, floating under their own power, flitting about, chattering, muttering spells, talking into Crystals. The mass of bodies was insane.

They were in a special area reserved for those of special importance. Most of the Council was there, as was Vanderian and Prysh and their families.

Harry met Prysh's child, Kiarl, among the crowd of bodies and voices. The little one was barely up to Harry's waist and a shimmering gold in color with vibrant silver eyes. Kiarl latched onto Harry with a squeal and babbled nonstop. "I'm not allowed to tell you anything I learned at school today because we're learning about significant historical figures and you're there but I think it's just awesome! You're awesome! I'm so glad I get to meet you! All of my friends will be so jealous. This is amazing! I get to meet Harry!"

Harry raised an eyebrow at Kryill and Marstiik, knowing them to be the more rational ones. "I'm in your school classes?" he said.

Marstiik's eyes rolled in a full circles as several thin appendages disengaged Kiarl from Harry's waist and pulled the little one a bit closer. "Let's not discuss that, Harry. The main part of the Festival is about to start. The Upper Levels at the Academy always have a magical display as soon as Oreph goes down. This system's star is named Oreph," Marstiik clarified at Harry's confused look.

"Ah, okay, that makes sense."

The Festival up until that point had consisted of interesting plays about some key points of historical events Harry knew nothing about yet found the interesting, though all the jokes went over his head. There had been speeches and grand proclamations, then Vanderian had joined several others on the central stage to set up the protective wards.

The light show from the ward casting had been impressive. Harry wondered how long it would take him to figure out how to do that.

Then the light from Oreph had faded and a group of magicals with their foci out crowded into the central stage.

The magical show began.

It was spectacular. Harry wasn't sure exactly what it was they were doing, most of it looked like illusions or complicated spell work, but it was fascinating. There were some interesting animation works, conjuration, and creation. A small mountain scene sprung from the ground as one of the students conjured it, and another magically projected the image for everyone to see as the conjuration began imitating a magical battle of some sort.

Everyone ooohed and ahhhed.

Harry just wanted to learn how to do all of those spells.

The last student stepped up to the central area of the platform and with a slight gesture, the central section rose up, until the student was a good ten meters above the rest of the students. Harry didn't know to what species they belonged, every student wore some sort of robe that covered them entirely. Only height differences and body size were notable.

The student pulled out a long strip of cloth and began waving it in elegant circles and swirls, and a spiral of tightly controlled magic built up in front of them.

The audience held their breath, waiting, the final performance was something spectacular to behold, Harry was told by someone.

A final swirl and the magic burst, flying outwards, towards everyone in the audience, until it reached the youngest members, the children, and glowed a brilliant red. When the light died, Harry found himself holding up a strange sweet, vibrantly green in color, with the word 'Haleysio' carved into the shell.

"Huh?"

"Oh, wow! It's a Magic Flavor Sphere! I wanted one of these! Oh wow, this is amazing!" Kiarl's voice pierced Harry's stupor.

"It's a what?" he asked.

"A Magic Flavor Sphere. They're quite a popular treat amongst youngsters and, I will admit, amongst the adults. They're charmed to change flavor each layer down you go based on your own taste preferences. So they are always unique to the eater. That was an impressive bit of culinary and directed magic," Kryill said, awed.

Harry looked at the green sphere, then licked it, tentative.

The bite of sharp green apple from Earth, a favorite snack treat of his, filled his senses and he grinned. "This is awesome!"

~~~~This is a Scene Change~~~~

The Festival was winding down.

Haleysio's moons were high in the sky and everyone had begun to depart for their homes. The platforms were slowly emptying and Harry was yawning.

"I think it's time for bed," the Doctor said, eyeing his tired son.

"Yeah. I'm exhausted. The Festival was awesome though. Did you see that last illusion thing by the Grand Council? It was awesome! I actually felt like I was there at the first Naming, surrounded by a crowd with my focus up, helping to chant the spell!" Harry grinned. "I wanna be able to do that!"

"No experimenting."

"But dad!"

"No. Last time you experimented with magic on the Tardis you nearly blew out the power couplings in that sector. Wait until you get to Hogwarts. You can't destabilize anything important there."

Harry sighed.

"You are rather prone to blowing things up, Harry," Rose said, a grin on her face. "I remember your maths mishap."

Harry glared at her.

They left for the Tardis, chatting amiably and laughing. The Council and a few of those who had helped set up the Festival, watched them go.

"That's Harry Potter?" one of the magi said. "But he's so young...I keep expecting him to be ten feet tall with fire coming out of his Focus."

"He's a handful without any of that. He's been here a week and already changing the way we view Haleysio and magic. He's the one who met Haleysio's native magicals. His father translated the First Documents. His mother, the Lady Rose, has been formally adopted into the Kespri. They are a walking whirlwind, those three," Shorll said.

"The Kespri? How would Lady Rose even meet the Kespri?" a voice called out. "Aren't they rather clannish?"

"She ran into a mated pair at Fashion Walk and they took a liking to her. The Grand Council received the notice this morning. It officially makes Lady Rose a citizen of Haleysio."

"I thought someone was assigned to them to keep them out of trouble," Joffryin complained.

"No one accounted for Lady Rose. The Time Lord and Harry were considered more important." Lady Shorll paused. "We should have obviously reevaluated that. A full citizen on Haleysio has a number of rights that, if they planned on staying, might actually cause quite a number of problems."

"Then it's a good thing they aren't staying," Joffryin said, a tone of finality in the words.

"But they do make things interesting."

"Would you like to have them on planet for the next ten cycles until Harry finishes the Academy, Prryxt?" Shorll asked.

Prryxt shuddered at the thought.

~~~~This is a Scene Change~~~~

The Tardis was welcoming and Harry spun around the console, laughing.

He was ready to go to sleep, but he was enjoying the giddy, half asleep feeling the festivities had left him in.

That changed as a rush of energy filled the Tardis then coalesced into a figure slumped on the ground next to the console.

"Uncle Jack?"

"Jack!"

"Hello captain. Welcome back."

Jack lay where he'd landed, not quite acknowledging them. He moved, pushing his body into a sitting position, sagging against the console, head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking and small sobbing sounds were escaping from between his hands.

Harry sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Uncle Jack, it's alright to cry," he said, wondering what had happened with the Founders that left his Uncle in such a state. "It helps a little bit."

Jack looked up at Harry, eyes rimmed red. "Harry. Oh, my Harry. Look at you. Look at you. Oh Harry." Jack laid a hand on Harry's cheek, a small smile filling his face. "Oh, I missed you little one." Harry was expecting the hug he was pulled into.

He wrapped his arms around his uncle. "Missed you a bit too, Uncle Jack. You've been gone for a little while."

Jack let out a strangled laugh. "I have, haven't I. I feel like I barely know you anymore. It's been so long. But here you are, just like you said." Jack held Harry a little tighter, then released him.

"Harry, you can talk with Jack more when you wake up. Go get some sleep, he'll still be here," the Doctor said.

Harry looked at Jack. His uncle looked broken, in a way. Something had happened with Salazar. He had known his uncle wouldn't return until either Salazar had died or something else horrible had happened. Still, the shattered look on his uncle's face, hiding right behind the smile he put on for Harry, made his heart hurt.

He would have to get the story later. He was so tired.

"Night, Uncle. I'll see you when I get up." Harry grinned.

"You can tell me all about the adventures you've gotten into since I left. Night Harry."

Rose watched Harry go, then looked at Jack.

She pulled him into a hug. "It'll be alright Jack. It'll be alright. It may not seem like it now, but it will be."

Jack's hands tightened around her, and he buried his face in her shoulder, small sobs shaking his body. "He was killed, Rosie. Some bastard killed him. And Morwen never showed up, still gone. I don't know where she went. My little girl, she disappeared. Sal and I, we could never find her. Then Sal...God Rosie."

Rose just held on.

The Doctor's hands guided the pair to the chairs on one side of the console and Rose sat down, pulling Jack's head to her chest and carding her fingers through his hair. She used to do this to Kelly whenever she was upset, or her brother when something happened. She remembered her mother doing this for her when she had been a child and sad.

She understood some of how he felt. When she had lost John, she had broken down and raged. To have lost Salazar and their child, she wondered if this was how her brother felt when Kelly had died. She remembered the grief that had swept her.

She looked up at the Doctor.

His face was solemn and he looked like he was trying to figure out what he should do with his hands and mouth.

"Rose, do you want me to fetch anything?" he asked, voice soft.

"Some water would be good. Tea too."

"Alright. I'll be right back." He turned and headed for the kitchen.

"Jack you think you can drink something or do you want to go to bed?" Rose asked, looking down at the man now laying in her lap.

"Can I just...I haven't seen any of you in a long time. Can we just stay here?"

Rose smiled. "That's fine. Though I would recommend a more comfortable couch situation. The console chairs aren't really made for three."

Jack half laughed. "I missed you Rose. It was nice, living at Hogwarts. I helped corral the students and I did physical exercise with them and made sure they all got along, or at least pretended to. It was great. I missed you all, but I knew when I returned it wouldn't be long after you left me for you. And I loved Sal, I truly did. And Morwen was the best thing that could have happened to me." He pushed himself up until he was leaning against Rose's shoulder. "Hogwarts was an amazing place. It grew so famous that their names were known all over Europe and even reaching into Asia. It was astonishing."

"How long were you there Jack?" Rose asked.

Jack tilted his head. "65 years. Magicals live a lot longer than non magicals, especially for the time. Sal would have lived another thirty years or so naturally."

The Doctor came back holding a tray with a couple cups of water and three cups of tea. He set it down on the console and Rose plucked two of the tea cups off the tray, handing one to Jack.

"Do you want to tell us more about it now, or give it some time?" Rose asked after a few minutes of silence filled with the sound of tea being drunk.

Jack sighed, running his hands through his hair, tugging on the ends. "It doesn't do any good to bottle it all up. I mean, it's been a little over a week for me since Sal died. Morwen vanished years ago. I have no idea where she went. Sal and I could never figure it out. We lost any trace of her somewhere in southern England, not that everyone called it England at the time. Borders were sorta sketchy, really. And in the magical community, well, they didn't really have any particular care for borders or what have you."

The Doctor took a long drink of his tea. "So, who's Morwen?" he asked, figuring Jack was going for the talking option.

Jack grimaced. "I wish we had something a bit stronger for this discussion."

Rose shook her head. "No, no alcohol, not right now. Maybe later, but not when you look like you'll fall apart any moment."

"I guess that's a valid argument." Jack sighed. "Morwen was mine and Sal's daughter. I convinced him at some point that experimentation is rather fun, we were rather drunk, and we had been discussing various magical theories while getting drunk with a young woman at the local bar. She said she'd be more than willing to hook up for some fun and, well, we were all too drunk to be concerned with protective charms. Nine months later, the young woman contacted Sal and I, telling us we were now fathers and that she didn't want anything to do with the little girl she gave birth to. She wasn't in any position to take care of Morwen. She was from a poor family, only a new-blood and trying to work her way up in the world, rather good at charms and illusions. So we took the baby from her and Morwen grew up at Hogwarts with us." Jack gave them a smile. "She was a gorgeous little girl and an enchanting woman."

Rose huffed a laugh. "Only you, Jack, would convince a man from the 11th century to have a threesome with you and a stranger at a bar. Was Morwen yours or Salazar's genetically?"

"Sal's. We didn't even need to do a lineage test, though we did. She had Sal's eyes and skin tone. Had her mother's deep red hair. I was papa, Sal was dad." Jack laughed. "She was such a smart thing. Took to magic like it was second nature."

"What happened to her?" Rose asked.

"We don't know," Jack said. "She was 29 when she disappeared. We didn't know if she had run off with someone, there had been rumors that she was seeing a man in the little town that sprung up beside Hogwarts, but we were never able to find her. Any of the tracking charms or location spells or potions all fizzled out to nothing. If there was a body, it would have found her, but nothing. Sal and I, we tried everything we could, all the way until the day he was killed. Morwen, she was our little miracle."

The Doctor stayed silent. Rose had far more experience in this area of loss than he did. Than he ever wanted. He couldn't imagine Harry vanishing like that, no trace left to find. Just, gone, vanished. It made his hearts clench at the idea. Rose, Rose had lost the girl that might as well have been her daughter, her niece, Kelly.

It was gut wrenching to think that they knew a pain he might one day have to feel; Harry was human, though with a longer life. Someday Harry would grow old, frail, feeble, and die, and the Doctor would have to watch it happen, unable to prevent it.

He wondered if he would be able to let his son go that way.

He didn't think he could.

"So, you and Sal raised Morwen in Hogwarts? What did the other founders think about you two showing up with a baby girl one day?" Rose was asking as he tuned back into the conversation.

Jack barked a laugh. "Oh, the confusion on their faces was priceless, especially since it was so obvious Morwen was Sal's biological daughter. No one they had ever met had the same eye color as Sal, yet here was a baby girl with moonstone eyes, yawning and curling into his chest. Rowena wondered why I wasn't upset Sal had slept with someone else. We had to explain what had happened. I think Helga might have invented a new shade of red in her embarrassment." Jack grinned fondly at the memory. "This all happened right in the middle of the school season, so we had kids at Hogwarts as well. They were somewhat confused when Morwen started appearing at the Great Hall for meals. I would have her while Sal was teaching and Sal would take her when it was time for the kids to exercise and on sports days. When she was old enough, after she started walking and talking fluently, she would shadow us around the castle." Jack grinned at the fond memories.

Rose laid a hand on Jack's shoulder. "She sounds amazing. You'll have to tell me more about her. We can trade. I'll tell you about Kelly, you can tell me about Morwen. Our two little girls, taken away from us too early." Jack rested his head against Rose's, eyes closed.

"I'd like that. Then we can go spoil Harry rotten."

Rose laughed, hugging Jack. "Yeah, sounds like a plan."

The Doctor's throat seized up.

~~~~This is a Scene Break~~~~~

Harry woke up to the sounds of people banging around the Tardis, noisy and all wide awake. He wondered if they had gotten any sleep or if they had been up all night talking with Uncle Jack about his time at Hogwarts with Salazar and the Founders.

He was betting on the latter.

Yawning and stretching, he climbed out of bed and padded into the hall, heading towards the console from where most of the noise was emanating.

He barely jerked himself back from running straight into Rose's side as she chased after Uncle Jack, yelling about him giving her phone back and don't he dare look through those photos or so help him.

Harry laughed.

"Hey, you're awake. Good. We were wondering when you'd be up. We wanted to take our leave of Haleysio for now. They're getting a bit too interested in you for my taste and I'd rather go see a planet where no one knows who any of us are." Harry looked at his dad, who had rolled up his shirt sleeves and whose hair was in disarray.

"We're taking off for now? I need to get my jacket from Prysh! I am not letting all those hours in that modeling window go to waste." Harry headed for the door, tugging the clothes he had fallen asleep in last night (Prysh's clothes, in fact, which were really rather comfortable) straight.

Jack stepped in front of him, a smile stretched across his face. "You were a model? And I missed it?" He looked up at Rose. "Please tell me you go pictures at least."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "What kind of person would I be, taking pictures of an unwilling model like Harry here."

"The same Rose I remember," Jack shot back.

She laughed. "Yeah, I got some good pictures. Give me my phone back and I'll show you how to access the memory." She held out her hand, and Jack reluctantly gave her back the phone.

Harry dashed around his uncle and sprinted out the door. He was ready to leave, but he wasn't leaving his jacket behind.

~~~~This is a Scene Change~~~

The planet's sun was just barely over the horizon as Harry dashed over the black bridge leading to Prysh's shop. She would be there this morning, Harry knew, finalizing all the orders and taking care of sending all the packaged orders to the proper delivery points.

He would make it quick. Adventure, and Uncle Jack's story, was waiting for him back home.

The orange streets around the Orange Street Shops were empty for the moment, everyone taking the morning to recover from the events. Harry just rounded the corner to Prysh's shop and skidded through the entrance, hoping the wards would let her know he had arrived.

"Harry! You're here! I was hoping I would see you soon! I've just finished up your jacket, come take a look!" Her voice filtered down from the stairs in the back and Harry grinned.

He'd finally get his jacket!

He took the oddly floating stairs two at a time until he reached Prysh's personal landing. She was hovering around the fabric Harry had given her a little while ago, prodding it with her limbs and turning it around and around, consulting the notes Harry recognized as his as well as her own.

He walked forward with cautious steps, wondering what it would look like. He wished Prysh would move just a bit so he could see what it looked like. She wasn't truly translucent, more a cloudy opaque and Harry really just wanted her to move. He wanted to see his jacket.

At the sound of his footsteps behind her, Prysh turned, and Harry saw the wild light in her eyes. "It's absolutely perfect! I saw some of your ideas for spells on a back page in your notes and designs and that's actually what took me the longest. You really wanted a lot integrated into this coat. But I got a lot of them in there, as many as I could without overpowering the fabric and disintegrating it." She grabbed his arm with a few of her limbs and brought him over to see the jacket where it hung in midair, supported by her magic, Harry suspected. "Tra-la-la-la!" she said, presenting her creation to Harry.

Harry's mouth fell open.

The green fabric he had found was cut and styled in intricate folds and layers, hidden designs worked into the hems, collars, and cuffs that Harry could just about see if he looked closely. It was nearly as long as he was tall, perfect for his needs. He wanted a jacket that swirled around his ankles.

"It's amazing," he breathed, reaching out. "Can I take it?"

Prysh giggled. "Of course! Here, just grab it, the spell will release."

Harry grabbed the jacket's hem and the weight of the material fell into his arms.

It was heavier than he expected. He lifted it up and slid his arms into the sleeves, reveling in the feel of the fabric against his exposed skin.

"This feels amazing. It's like I'm sliding on the cool folds of an uninhabited planet's atmosphere." Harry grinned, feeling the jacket ghost down around his feet. "It's awesome!"

Prysh squealed. "Oh, I love it when my customers love my clothes! It's such a rewarding thing! Do you want to know what spells I was able to put on it?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. I'll supplement what's missing with some bit of technology I create."

Prysh rolled her eyes in a full circle. "Well, I was able to apply an All-Weather Charm to it, which will keep you at the perfect temperature no matter what the weather is like. I have a Growing Enchantment on it, which was no small feat. I had to work the extra fabric the jacket would need into a secret magical pocket. Since I didn't know if you would ever come back to get it resized in person, I took the initiative to have it grow until you are no longer growing, so it will tie itself into your magical core. I also gave it as strong an impervious charm as I could muster, so it is water and blast proof. There is a minor heat repellent charm, so it won't get singed in fires, but anything too hot will still do some damage."

Harry looked at the coat. He could figure out that bit on his own. "Sounds pretty awesome so far."

"I wasn't able to work in the expanded pockets you wanted, they were interfering with the magical space I included so your jacket would grow with you. I was able to put a anti-theft spell on the pockets, so only you or someone you gave permission to could even reach into your pockets. Permission requires you to have a small sample of their blood, as you will need to provide for the spell to recognize you," Prysh added, and Harry grinned.

"Nice idea. I didn't even think of that."

"It's a specialty of mine," Prysh boasted, sounding smug with herself. "There are also protection charms tied into all the sigils you see on the hems, cuffs, and collar. They're there to protect you from harm, the parts of your body not inside the jacket. The jacket itself is rather well protected. The sigils allow the protections to spread, if necessary, over your entire body."

Harry's grin couldn't get any bigger. "You are amazing Prysh. The detail on this is amazing, and I can't thank you enough. I love it." Harry twirled around, getting a good look at as much of the jacket on his as he could.

"I'm so glad. I know you're probably leaving soon, so I wanted to get it to you as fast as possible."

Harry looked up at her. "We're leaving today. Uncle Jack came back. We wanted to celebrate."

Prysh's eyes all focused on Harry. "Today? You're leaving? Oh, Kiarl will be sad to hear they couldn't say goodbye. Still asleep, such a long night for little ones. I'm surprised you're up so early."

Harry smiled. "I'm awesome like that. Say goodbye to Kiarl for me? I'll miss them. And Marstiik and Kryiil. I'll miss you, Prysh. It was wonderful meeting you."

"Oh, Harry, it was an honor meeting you! I'm so glad I got the opportunity." Prysh pulled Harry in with several appendages, brushing them over his face and body.

Harry tried not to squirm. "Um, Prysh, do you want your clothes back?" he asked, fingering the outfit he was still wearing.

"Oh, no need. I have plenty of them and you earned that as well. I have never had a child's showcase sell so quickly before. It was astonishing!" Prysh let Harry stumble back. "I'm glad I got to make your jacket for you, and it was an honor having you model. Goodbye, Harry. You are wonderful."

Prysh walked Harry down to the entrance way of her store, waving with several limbs as Harry grinned and waved back before dashing back to the Tardis.

He had a jacket to show off.

~~~This is a Scene Break~~~

"You told the Council we were leaving?" Harry asked, seeing as how everyone was waiting for him in the console, at ready positions, as he ran back on board.

"Prryxt was right outside as you dashed your way towards Prysh's shop, and he came to see what the fuss was about. I was able to tell him then. He assured me he would inform the rest of the Council and wished us a fond journey," Rose said. "And that coat is marvelous. Prysh really outdid herself. Do a twirl for me, Harry," she said, spinning a finger in the air.

Harry obliged with a grin. "It's awesome. She was able to put in quite a few magical protections as well. I think she might have snuck in some fabric specific charms for comfort because this feels amazing to wear. And no, you can't try it on," Harry said, looking at Jack who had opened his mouth.

Jack sighed. "You never let me have any fun," he complained, with a hint of laughter in his voice.

Harry stuck his tongue out.

"If we can all behave in a mature manner," the Doctor said, only to get an elbow to the ribs from Rose. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Mature, you? Since when?" she laughed a bit.

The Doctor sighed. "Well, if we can all save the childishness for later then. And Harry, I want to see that jacket as well." He looked down at his son. "It looks awesome!"

Harry grinned and dashed around the console for his spot. "If you're able to get her into a system with some adventure, I'll even let you help me figure out what kind of technology I can put into my jacket," Harry said, gesturing to the Tardis.

The Doctor laughed. "You're on!" and he flipped the switch.

~~~~This is an Ending~~~~

So this arc had to end somewhere and if I explored all I wanted to explore or all that seemed like it was planned, that's because I could have literally spent probably another 50,000 words on this planet. But I spared myself and you all the long chapters and will possibly have some side alongs to fill in some missing gaps here and there.

If anyone is confused as to Jack's bit there, there is a side along that gives a lot of information for that. It's about 2,000 words and gives a brief, outsiders look at Jack's time at Hogwarts. It also clears up confusion.

Also, YES I KNOW WHEN HOGWARTS WILL BE HAPPENING! NaNoWriMo did happen and I did get 50,000 words written and Hogwarts is planned in two chapters (one chapter around my usual length and one on the shorter side of my generally long chapters). So you all can start looking forward to that! The next couple chapters do need some editing (read that as a LOT of editing) because I procrastinated horribly after hitting a slump mid-November and I ended up writing 25,000 words in a single day. And that is a literal figure, not an approximation. So yeah, editing needed.

Thank you all for reading this, I adore you all to tiny bits and send all my love for readers to you from Japan. It may take awhile to receive so if you don't get it immediately, assume international shipping issues.

Kuroi