The family had found themselves in Northern Australia during the hottest month of the year, which Sirius had complained about for a solid six days as they drove through long stretches of desert and Kangaroos. Harry didn't mind the weather as much, though Remus knew it was because he was able to wandlessly and silently cast his spells, which it it far easier for him to cool himself. Thankfully the muggle bookshop Remus had found himself in had air conditioning, saving him from having to find a way to quietly cast a cooling spell on himself.

The bookshop had a wide range of books, though they were still mostly romance novels and style magazines, which didn't interest him at all. He may have found an interesting magazine that was mostly recipes that he was unfamiliar with, so he glanced over the pages to see if it was worth buying. Movement to his left caught his attention and he found one of Harry's magical honeybees that was currently the size of his hand had landed on the book ends. The bee buzzed twice at Remus with what he assumed was a greeting and took off flying again, now pulling one of the books it had landed on out and left the store with it. Remus could only sigh to himself as he pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and took down the price of the book as well as the name of the store. Harry had quite the list of stores he'd stolen from going and he cursed Hausis every time he had to add another item to the list.

After buying the recipe magazine, Remus walked back to the motorcycle to see if Sirius had come back from seeing a contact about getting another boat off the island continent. Sirius had voiced his concern about being on an island, no matter how large, when they weren't sure if the Australian Aurors were looking for Sirius. Much more likely to remain hidden in plain sight in the Asian countries rather than in an extension of the British Empire.

Sirius was sitting on the motorcycle drinking from a water bottle Remus hoped had been paid for. Harry was sitting in the sidecar, looking through the book his bee had stolen earlier.

"You know you're paying for that, right pup?" Remus informed Harry in his best dad tone.

"I'm sure you already wrote everything down for me," Harry replied without even looking up.

Sirius chuckled at Harry's sass, but stopped as soon as he caught sight of Remus' glare. "Did you have luck finding a way off the island?"

"Yes, actually," Sirius finished his water and tossed it in a high arc towards the recycle can nearby, making it in. "There's a man at the Charles Darwin University that we need to talk to."

"Is this man even remotely trustworthy?" Remus asked, already incredulous of this man.

"Has anyone we've gotten illegal rides from been truly trustworthy?" Sirius retorted as he started up the motorcycle. "Come on!"

Remus rolled his eyes as he slid into the sidecar next to Harry. Harry barely stopped reading his book to make room for Remus. Sirius got into traffic and began driving recklessly enough that Remus elected not to watch the road.

"What are you reading, pup?" He asked.

"It's a book about some game played by the nonmagical people around here." Harry turned the over so Remus could see the front cover. The words 'Dungeons & Dragons' were on the cover with a rather inaccurate picture of a dragon attacking a knight with a wildly overpowered fire breath attack. "It seems really fun, but you need other people to play with," Harry added with a frown.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and find some people that play in our travels. Or, perhaps, you could teach people?" Remus suggested.

"Yeah, maybe," Harry sighed sadly. "I'll have to get more books though. This is only a player's guidebook with characters and spells," He opened the front cover and showed the list of other books to Remus. "See?"

"You plan on buying these books, right pup?" Remus asked pointedly.

"With what money?" Harry scoffed. The remark irritated Remus in a lot of ways, but it was true enough to silence him.

"Eventually?" Remus asked pulling out the notebook with Harry's thievery annotated by price, location, and date and waved it under Harry's nose.

"Yes dad," responded a chastised Harry.

Sirius got to the University in no time without violating any laws, much to Remus' relief. Sirius parked the bike and ushered them into one of the many buildings on the campus.

"The man said he had an office in this building. He had a lecture, so asked us to wait for him until he was done," Sirius explained while navigating the hallways like he belonged there.

"Do I need to come with?" Harry asked.

"Yes, you do," Remus stated.

"It would actually be a good idea if he didn't," Sirius spoke in a low tone.

"What, why?" Remus demanded.

"We don't know this man. I think it would be better if Logan wandered off for a bit while we discuss business," Sirius replied as he strode off with his best swagger. Remus truly hated it when Sirius made valid points. It was much easier to be the voice of reason when the other voice was an ill-mannered dog.

"Just be careful, ok Logan? There are a lot of people here and it'd be much harder to hide your magic," Remus sighed as he tagged his son with a tracking charm.

Harry nodded as he scampered off down one of the many hallways.

"You worry too much, Moony. He's more than capable of taking care of himself," Sirius spoke as he draped one arm around his friend's shoulders.

"I just can't help but feel like we're doing this all wrong," Remus said.

"We're raising our boy while also being on the run. I'm surprised he's doing as well as he is!" Sirius added with a smile. Remus glared at his friend, but it only made Sirius laugh.

Harry walked down the hallways of the building while looking into the numerous rooms. Some of the doors were closed, so he glanced in through the windows. Most of the rooms were empty with strange looking desks lined up in rows. A couple had people inside, listening to someone at the front of the room or writing in their notebooks. As Harry continued on his path, he felt a tendril of magic. It was so faint he had to concentrate to feel the direction enough to follow it.

He finally found the tendril led to another classroom full of people. Most of the people were sitting alone, reading quietly, with a few small of groups in quiet discussion. The door was open, but he didn't dare go in. He didn't belong here and he had to be very careful not to draw attention to him or his fathers.

"Are you lost?" A man inside the room called out to him. Harry was just about to bolt, but the concern on the mans face put him at a slight ease.

"No. I got bored waiting for my father's meeting to finish and wanted to see what people do here," Harry found putting a seed of truth in a lie made it sound more believable.

"Ah, poor boy. You must be bored stiff," A woman sitting near the man spoke up. "You can come in and sit, if you'd like. We're just going over some research papers. Kind of boring, actually," The woman laughed. The original man nodded with a smile.

"What kind of research?" Harry asked as he sat down next to the woman

"The effects of inbreeding in humans," The woman rolled her eyes. "A thrilling read," she added sarcastically.

There was a man Harry could see over the first mans shoulder. He was staring intently at Harry and it was beginning to bother him. Harry was just about to excuse himself from the room when the other man got up from where he was sitting and moved to sit next to the first man at their table.

"I know what you are. You can't hide it," The second man whispered.

The first man looked to Harry while the woman next to Harry looked down at her book, pointedly removing herself from the conversation.

"I don't know what you're suggesting sir," Harry answered evenly.

The second man leaned in close. "You have magic," He spoke in a low voice.

His words surprised Harry. "You can tell? Does that mean you have it as well?" Harry whispered excitedly in return.

The first man got up and attached a sign to the classroom door as he closed it. Some of the other students looked up from their papers and books curiously.

"My parents are magical, but I don't have enough to attend a magical school. I can do some very basic spells and that's it." The second man pulled out a stick much like the ones his fathers used and muttered a word he didn't understand. The tip of his stick lit up brightly, blinding him slightly, before going out. "That's about all I can do, but I'm working on it." He put his stick back into his pocket. "I'm Mike, by the way," He put out his hand for a handshake.

Harry took his hand and shook it. "I'm Logan Hunt"

"Please to meet you Logan," Mike replied. "This is Matt," He motioned to the first man, "And Jessica," The woman smiled at Harry

"Our professor has a cousin that's magic," Jessica whispered to Harry like a secret. "Some magical family is paying him and his cousin to do research into magical genetics. He's enlisted some of his students to help for credit."

"It's slow going, though." Mike spoke up. "The professor's cousin has been able to get quite of few old Grimoires to go through, but there's so much crap in them." Mike spat angrily.

"He's not joking," A woman from another table said. "You'll have a hundred pages covering what someone from another family said at a party fifty years prior, but little description about their father succumbing to madness or withering away from illness"

"It's almost like humans have always been terrible at record keeping," Another man in the room joked, causing others to laugh at what must have been an inside joke.

"What have you learned so far?" Harry inquired respectfully.

Matt looked at him. "You're interested in this kind of stuff?" He asked intrigued.

"My father, James, is from a family that practiced inbreeding. I've always been curious how that affects him," was the response that Harry noticed stopped many in their tracks and more eyes focused on him and his meeting with the group he was sitting with.

"Ooh!" Jessica cooed at Harry. "Practical application!" She rushed out as she scrambled to find some paper and a pencil, "What's been said about his family?"

"My other father, Evans, has referenced the family madness a few times," Replied Harry as he tried to pull up more conversation and information that might be useful.

"Mental instability is a standard symptom," Mike injected. "How inbred are we talking? Do you know?"

"They were talking about a relative, Cissy, that has a son my age. He's related to them through both parents"

"Even moderate inbreeding can have dire effects if it happens every generation," Matt muttered as he wrote down some notes. "Chuck? Do you have that list of deleterious effects?"

One of the other men in the classroom walked some papers over to Matt, whom handed them to Harry to look at.

Deleterious effects of Inbreeding in humans:

Reduced fertility both in litter size and sperm viability

Increased genetic disorders

Fluctuating facial asymmetry

Lower birth rate

Higher infant mortality and child mortality

Smaller adult size

Loss of immune system function

Increased cardiovascular risks

"These all seem quite serious," Harry said once he read over the small list.

"And these are just the general terms," Jessica spoke excitedly. "In reality it's much worse." She spoke with more happiness than was necessary for the subject matter.

"We have been able to get some information about the magical abilities of inbred persons, but it's a nightmare trying to get through some of those Grimoires. A few of them are tens of thousands of pages long and cover several generations," Mike added.

"From what we can tell," Mike started, "Inbred Magical persons tend to take lifestyles with a less of a magical obligation. The only time that isn't the case is people who delve into the Dark Arts. At least that's all the data we've been able to pull, so far."

"Dark Arts?" Harry perked up, finally able to fully latch onto something they were talking about. "I've heard my fathers talk about the dangers of Dark magic."

"My grandfather always cautioned me against the Dark Arts," Mike started, "Said it was a slippery slope to madness…or worse."

"My fathers said much the same," Harry added. Though he never understood how only some magic was considered evil, but figured it was less about the magic itself and more how the magic was used. That was an ongoing debate he was becoming more interested in between his fathers and himself.

"What about the Wizardborn? We're involved too!" Someone from the other side of the room called out.

"Wizardborn?" Harry asked Mike in confusion.

"Non magical persons born from magical persons," He explained patiently.

"Oh! My fathers used some other word for them," Harry thought hard, trying to recall the word. "Squid?" He threw out, knowing it was wrong.

"Oh! Squib?" Another woman suggested.

"Yeah! That one!"

"That's a term used in Europe a lot," She explained. "We're looking into how non magical persons born from magical persons breeding with non magical persons born from non magical persons brings about first generation magical persons,"

Harry got lost about halfway through her sentence. "Yikes?"

"That's a bit much for him, Stephanie," Jessica chided gently.

"Basically? They're looking into the genetics of magic," Matt shrugged.

"That's what I said!" Stephanie yelled.

"No it's not!" Mike yelled back.

The classroom soon broke out into laughter. Harry laughed a little bit, but they had thrown a lot of information at him and he was more than a little lost.

"How are you doing there, sport? Keeping up?" Matt asked with a smile.

"Not really," Harry replied airily.

This cause some more laughter. "I think we can get you a copy of some of these notes," Jessica suggested. "We have a copy machine next door. Would you like that?"

"Copy Machine?" Harry asked.

"Ah, one of those magical types, huh?" Mike chuckled. "We got a machine that makes copies of papers for us. Takes some time though."

Harry looked down at the numerous papers. If it took time to makes copies then he wouldn't get very many and he desperately wanted to read what they were finding. If for no other reason than to learn more about the traditions from the home of his fathers. Then he was struck with a brilliant idea.

"No! Wait," Harry announced, stopping Mike from gathering up the papers. "I have an idea"

Harry took the papers from Mike's hands along with the rest of the loose papers and sat them in a neat stack on the table. A few of the other students had gotten up from their seats and watched him with interest. Harry grabbed the magic around the papers, wove it back around them a few times, and shocked it. Jessica jumped back in surprise as the papers in the stack began splitting into two piles; the originals and the copies. Once the papers finished moving Matt picked up the top papers and examined them closely.

"You…you just…copied the entire stack of papers?!" Matt exclaimed. "Just like that?!"

"That would have been nice back in Chem lab," Jessica sighed as she examined one of the copied papers.

"Yo man, can your family do that?" A dark skinned man asked Mike.

"If they can, I've never seen it!" Mike replied.

"Hey! Can you do a book?" Stephanie brought a Grimoire bound with a purple cover over and set it in front of Harry.

Harry performed the same action, weaving the magic around the book and shocking it into place. A second purple Grimoire popped up from the first and landed on the table with a thud

"Imagine how much money we could have saved on books," A woman behind Harry groused.

"Get some more books!" Someone said excitedly.

"Want me to put the copies in your bag here?" Mike asked Harry, having already picked up the copies from the originals. Harry nodded and opened the bag for him. Harry was happy to provide some copies of other school notes for them as well. Since these students were providing him with tons of research material.

The students brought book after book for Harry to copy; both happy to give him books and research to read, but also amazed to see real magic in action. After copying all of the books and papers they had, Harry performed some other spells for the students while he waited for his fathers to get down meeting with whomever to get a ride off the island.

"Logan," Harry heard Mooey call for him magically. "We're done. We have have a boat to catch."

"Ok!" He called out to his father. "I've got to get going. My fathers are done," Harry said as he closed his bag and put it on.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Logan," Mike shook his hand and gave him one of the professor's business cards that contained both a phone number as well as an address. "Thanks for showing us some of your spells! It was great" He added with a smile.

The other students all agreed and begged him to come back someday. Harry said he'd try as he ran out of the room. Harry met his fathers near where they separated.

"What'd you get up to this time, pup?" Remus asked firmly, clearly expecting trouble.

"I wandered into a classroom and they told me all about their research," Harry explained happily.

"Researching what, exactly?" Remus asked as they walked back to the motorcycle.

"Inbreeding in humans and how it applies to…" Harry lowered his voice, "Magic"

"Really?" Sirius perked up. "How do you always manage to find these types?" He wondered out loud.

"Magic?" Harry suggested. "One of the people was also magical, but their magical core wasn't very strong. Got a bunch of papers and books to read!" Harry really couldn't wait to read what the students were trying to explain to him.

"As long as you didn't steal it," Remus muttered.

"Actually I think I kinda paid for it. I made some copies of other things for them and help them organize others. Also gave them some information to help with the research," Harry knew better than to admit he gave information about Sirius' family but he knew they'd be fine.

Sirius took them to a boat just outside of town that took them to a much larger boat hiding behind a small island that had some very tall stone towers. There would be a few stops through Indonesia and the Philippines before the final stop in China.