A/N I am not going to be doing a french accent in this fanfiction. I'm sorry, I just don't want to have to deal with that. If you want, assume there is an accent when french people talk in english.

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Flashback

Potter Manor June 31st 1987

Harry sat in his chair and pouted. It was his birthday. And that meant it was his brother Nathaniel's birthday, the birthday of the Boy-Who-Lived. A huge banner floated in the air above the kitchen table. It read "Happy Birthday Nathaniel" and under it a smaller "and Harry!"

Harry didn't like the fact that he had to share his birthday with his brother. He was always the afterthought, and it extended to his birthday as well. Oh sure, he got cake and presents just like his brother. But during the party all of their friends were just obsessed with his celebrity brother. And Nathaniel always got to open his presents first. And he always got the first slice of cake.

Their family always got Harry and Nathaniel equal gifts. However, all their friends always got Nathaniel better stuff, so Nathaniel always had the best toys while Harry didn't.

Whenever Harry got in a foul mood he talked to his make-believe friend. When he was alone with just his thoughts sometimes he felt a part of his mind that felt a little different, like it wasn't him. This was Harry's make-believe friend, who always believed him, always thought Harry was right, always supported Harry. Harry even came up with a name for his friend; Tom. Or did Tom tell Harry his name? It got confusing at times.

Over a year since he had first "met" Tom it had become easier to talk to him. Tom was currently talking to Harry, reminding him out Nathaniel earned none of his fame. Nathaniel didn't defeat a Dark Lord, he was a baby. Nathaniel wasn't special. Harry had his first bout of accidental magic before his brother's. Harry's was stronger; Apparating, than Nathaniel's; turning their dad's hair blue. But it didn't matter, Nathaniel got a whole news article written about him, and Harry didn't. And Nathaniel was the center of this party even thought it was just as much Harry's birthday. Harry's mood continued to get worse and worse.

When Nathaniel passed Harry a piece of cake, he snapped. "I don't need your stupid cake Nathaniel!" he shouted, knocking the cake along with the plate onto the floor. Everyone stopped and stared at Harry.

"Harry!" his mother snapped. "Apologize right now! That was not ok!"

"No!" Harry said stubbornly, crossing his arms.

"Then go to your room! You can ruin your birthday if you want but you aren't ruining your brother's!"

Harry glared at everybody and stomped upstairs. Disapproving stares followed him. "I'm sorry," he heard his dad say. "He just does that sometimes."

End Flashback

England August 26th 1994

Harbinger walked into the pub known as the Red Cross. His mask had been fully dropped. Eyes yellow, face cold fury, body language aggressive. A person you would avoid at all costs on the streets. "You can come out now," he hissed. Harbinger felt a familiar tingling session around his core and upper chest as his familiar; a black mamba appeared. He had met Negasi while in Ethiopia and she had bonded as his familiar. A few weeks later they had discovered her ability to "sink" into his skin and appear just as a tattoo around his chest. Negasi was handy at frightening and distracting opponents in the middle of tough fights and her venomous bite was more than lethal as well.

The bartender recognized Negasi and let Harbinger into the back room with a nod. Harbinger didn't acknowledge him in any way. Passing through the door Harbinger entered a favorite bounty hunter hangout; another bar hidden behind the front one. About a dozen others sat at various tables. Harbinger recognized about two thirds of them. So many people were killed only to be replaced it was hard to keep track of everybody.

Harbinger felt a brief sense of surprise though he didn't show it. Sitting at the bar was a veteran with the nickname Long Scar for a scar running form his collarbone to his belly button a Japanese bounty hunter had given him his first job. Long Scar was something of a legend having lived to almost sixty. Very few made it that long. Last Harbinger had heard of him was two years ago when he took a job in India. Harbinger figured he had finally slipped up and was dead, but that didn't seem to be the case.

Harbinger sat down with one empty seat between him and Long Scar. He wasn't a fan of socializing when he could avoid it but one must keep up with the world so sometimes it couldn't be avoided. Long Scar glanced at him. "Wouldn't have recognized you without that snake of yours. Change your glamour charms to often."

Harbinger shrugged. "Got to many I don't want to recognize me." He paused for a moment as Long Scar motioned the bartender for a shot of whiskey for both of them. Everyone knew Harbinger was to young but nobody was going to argue with him when he removed the previous bartender of his right hand for refusing him a drink. They both downed it. "Didn't expect to see you round here. Thought you finally bit the dust."

Long Scar gave a harsh bark that could be passed off for a laugh. "You and just bout everyone else. That job in India turned into several while I was there and ended up spendin' two years. Come back here and find out somebody's taken my top spot. At fourteen no less."

Harbinger shrugged. "What can I say?" There was another short pause. "You got another job coming up?"

Long Scar shook his head. "Thinkin' about retiring. I'm getting old. My reflexes can't keep up with you younger generations. Experience and luck is all keepin' me alive now. 'Sides, I got plenty of gold."

Harbinger raised his eyebrows as he motioned for another shot. "You might be the very first to."

Long Scar gave another bark. "How 'bout you? I've heard what you done in the last few years and I don't want to accidentally take one last job that puts me cross from you."

"Going to be acting as a bodyguard for the French Minister's eldest daughter and her best friend this coming school year."

"Gonna finally be headin' off to school are you? Gonna be real bored most of the time."

If Harbinger showed emotion his face probably would have been rueful. "Yeah well it gives me front row seats to a unique experience. And the girls have already proven to be high priority targets for a group of old-school French purebloods. Should probably get some good action that way. On top of that the gold is top-notch."

Long Scar drained one last shot before standing up. "Well if a good-lookin' French softie comes walkin' in here talkin' about some kidnappin' job I'll tell him to piss off. Nice catchin' up with you."

Harbinger didn't respond as Long Scar walked out of the bar. Harry sat down for another thirty minutes but nobody approached him. And that was fine by him. He finally left to let Negasi hunt.

French Ministry of Magic August 27th

Fraiser once again sat across from Jean Delacour with a pleasant smile on his face, this time writing the contract that had been written. Chandler had the most experience dealing with him and had helped write it up to make sure everything he wanted was in it. Ten thousand galleon in down payment right away with another forty-five thousand for each girl that returned back to the Delacour's house at the end of the school year for a total possible payment of one-hundred thousand galleons. A clause saying he wouldn't be fined if the girls were injured but would lose the ten thousand galleons if either died. And the final major point Frasier needed was a pardon from all crimes committed in France. He was wanted in six countries including France and if his cover was blown it could get him arrested. Or more it would get a few dead Aurors and he wouldn't get his payment.

"I still don't like giving you a full pardon," Jean commented.

Frasier looked up. "If my cover is blown for whatever reason it would do your daughters no good if Aurors attempted to arrest me and I had to flee. I'm not wanted in England so with this pardon I should be all good."

"Why haven't you taken jobs in England?" Jean asked. Frasier didn't say anything. He had actually taken a few jobs in England; including an assassination and the recovery of some dark artifact, just hadn't been caught. However, he did mostly avoid that country because he didn't want to run into them. He knew he would see at least one this job, but the gold was worth it and some things just couldn't be avoided forever.

Frasier finished reading over the contract. "Looks all good." He accepted a quill from Jean and signed it. Jean had already signed it so with Frasier's signature it became official. He handed the three-page long contract back to Jean.

"Excellent. Madam Maxime has already been informed of the situation and you have been enrolled at Beauxbatons for this coming school year. Do you have the list of supplied and materials needed?"

Frasier nodded. "I will take care of that today."

"Excellent. Here is a Portkey to take you to Beauxbatons station for the train ride there. I figured this would be more convenient for you. And don't worry about standing out, you won't be the only one traveling to the station by Portkey. And when somebody asks you are an old family friend, which is how you know Fleur and Fayette."

Frasier took the train ticket that was the Portkey and nodded. "Simple. Don't worry sir, your daughters will be well taken care off. Don't worry about finding me at the station, I'll find you and keep an eye on them."

Jean reached over the table and shook Frasier's hand. "I obviously wish you the best of luck. But if you double-cross me your pardon is revoked and I alert various Auror Departments as to who you are."

Frasier laughed. "One sir, I have never broken a contract yet. Two, that threat isn't even mildly concerning."

Delacour's House August 27th

Fleur was in her room packing for the year at Hogwarts. She had a bit more than usual to pack this year. Since Hogwarts was up north in Scotland heavier clothes had been required for the 1994-1995 school year. When she was almost done Fayette came into her room.

"I just finished," she said.

"Just a second," Fleur said as she put the last few sentimental items items and zipped up her two trunks. Then both "sisters" sat down on Fleur's bed.

"Sooo..." Fayette started. "It's really about to happen isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Are you still going to enter the Tri-School Tournament?" Fayette and Fleur both going to enter into the Dueling and Academic Tournaments, but Fleur was going to enter her name for the Tri-School as well. As veela, both Fayette and Fleur were alone with just each other in school. It was often said they only achieved their top grades by "bribing" teachers with their bodies. Several boys had also asked them out right in front of their girlfriends. When their girlfriends naturally got upset Fleur and Fayette would just snap back that they should have chosen boys with stronger wills. They could control their allures to a degree so it was only the exceptionally weak-willed that acted stupid in front of them. Glassy eyes yes. But nothing to bad most of the time. Nevertheless, both veela felt they had something to prove, Fleur even more so than Fayette.

"Yes, I will." Fleur stayed firm in her stance. Fayette had brought up the subject twice before to try to talk Fleur out of it. However, Fleur was fairly sure this wasn't way she brought up the upcoming school year now.

"And what do you think about... Frasier?" Fleur noticed Fayette had a very slight blush on her cheeks. Most wouldn't notice, but Fleur knew her adopted sister better than anyone except maybe Celeste.

Fleur thought about her and Fayette's new bodyguard for a year before answered. "He is... complicated. Unlike any other boy for sure."

Complicated was a good way to describe Harbinger, or "Frasier." Both Fleur and Fayette avoided close contact with people outside of their extended family in general, and boys like the plague whenever they could. It just wasn't worth it. But Frasier wasn't like that. He didn't linger in his looks or touches, or even try to initiate any contact at all outside of proper greetings and goodbyes.

He was the first boy around their age Fleur and Fayette ever felt comfortable with. Later into the evening when all three were talking about normal things, they even felt relaxed around him. It was odd.

"We'll see him in a few days," Fayette said.

"Yes," Fleur muttered. Then louder, "At least we'll know we'll be safe."

Later that evening, after Jean came back from work but before dinner, he was talking to his wife in their bedroom. "Frasier signed the contract."

"What did you expect?" Apolline asked.

"Just thought I would let you know." Jean scowled. "I just hope he doesn't try anything with Fleur or Fayette. He is clearly immune to the allure, but lets be honest a veela doesn't strictly need it to garner attention."

"I sure hope he tries something," Apolline said smiling. "If he doesn't have Fleur and Fayette on his arm by the end of the year I am going to be very disappointed. I know Celeste feels the same way."

"What?!" Jean sputtered. "Why!?"

"Quiet down dear," Apolline said as she rolled her eyes. "And think about it. He is mature, unnaturally gifted, charming, fairly handsome, and while his job is a little unsavory he can clearly provide for a family. Everything a girl could ever want. And he is totally immune to the allure. As far as partners for veela go he is probably the best any of us will ever get. If I was Fleur's age I would have considered jumping him last night."

"I can't believe this," Jean said as he sat down heavily on the bed. "A fourteen-year-old is making me feel insecure."

Apolline laughed. "Don't worry, you are a wonderful man and the only one I will ever love. I was just saying that to make a point."

Jean buried his face in his hands. "What have I done? I've sent two of our two little daughters off with their perfect partner, who also happens to be a wanted criminal in multiple countries. This is the opposite of what a father is supposed to do. I can't even threaten him!"

"Oh stop being dramatic. What you've done is given then a wonderful gift, even if only by accident. Let's just hope they make use of it."

Jean groaned as his wife laughed at him.

September 1st Beauxbatons Station

Frasier landed on his feet as the Portkey dumped him off at Beauxbatons Station. Ahead of him the Beauxbatons Train stood gleaming proud silver and black. Frasier didn't know why both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons had such similar and inefficient ways of traveling to the school but he just had to deal with it.

The train wasn't scheduled to leave for another thirty minutes by Frasier got on and found an empty compartment anyways. His two trunks had Feather-Light Charms on them for easy transportation.

If anyone looked in they would just see another french student in standard Beauxbatons robes sitting down and staring off into the distance. In other words, nothing out of the ordinary.

However, in reality Frasier was using Legilimency to locate Fleur and Fayette when they arrived. Using Legilimency on students was illegal, but the thing was that Occlumency was hardly taught to any students, so nobody could tell anyways. Frasier remained careful for any Occlimens anyways just in case.

Fifteen minutes before the train was going to leave Frasier finally felt both girls arrive at the platform with their family. He tracked them to where they sat down three compartments away from him. Frasier gathered his things and moved to yet another empty compartment next to the girls's. He then closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap. In reality however, he was checking to see if anybody went in or out of Fleur and Fayette's compatment.

The train started moving and nobody came into Frasier's compartment, which was fine by him.

There were no complications on the entire train ride. Fleur and Fayette only left their compartment once each to go to the bathroom, and somebody only came in twice. One was a young man selling food and treats for lunch. The second time was when a group of who Frasier gathered to be popular kids in seventh-year opened the door. They came in briefly probably just to pick on and make fun of Fleur and Fayette for being veela. Frasier didn't try to make out individual words, but he could tell a heated argument went on. However, after a few minutes the group left leaving Fleur and Fayette alone once again so he didn't need to get up and intervene.

After the train stopped Frasier once again gathered up all of this things and prepared to get off the train and arrived at Beauxbatons. "Here's where the hard part begins."

September 1st Hogwarts

Lily Potter watched desperately, hoping that her lost son would be among the new students. However, just like every other year he wasn't. She slumped down heavily in her seat and tried not to cry. Four years had done nothing to dull the pain.

Harry gave no warning. Sure, he was always a bit moody and irrational but he was a good kid, a good son. The Potters were for the most part a happy family. And then on the twin's tenth birthday; just a year before they were supposed to head off to Hogwarts together, he vanished. No warning, no note, nothing out of place. Lily saw him climbing into bed at night and then the next day he just wasn't there. The Potter's looked everywhere, but he simply wasn't on the property. Even the house-elves couldn't find him. Calling all of their friends a manhunt was organized, but no Harry.

Lily and James blamed it on themselves. Looking backwards, it was pretty clear they had always given Nathaniel a little more love. Not a huge amount, but enough to apparently drive their child away. The press had a field day, slandering the Potter name left and right. Still no Harry.

Their close friends including Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, and McGonagall watched sadly as the Potter family started to crumble in on itself. Lily had managed to keep her cheerful additude and joyous laugh throughout even the darkest parts of a war. But she lost it now and started to sink into depression, quitting her job on the Committee on Experimental Charms. Nathaniel was never arrogant or overly mean to Harry, but those around him could tell he never fully appreciated him either. But after Harry disappeared, he realized just how much he needed his brother. His favorite thing to do with Harry was play checkers but now refused to play the game with anybody. And he, like his mother lost a lot of his laughter and smiles. James struggled just as much but had to keep it together for his wife and remaining son. He threw himself into his Auror work gaining multiple promotions in just a year as well as focusing on keeping his remaining family members on their feet. Still no Harry.

When Nathaniel got his Hogwarts letter, it drew the whole family out a bit. Lily took a job as the new Muggle Studies Professor, replacing Quirrell who became the new Defense Professor. Nathaniel also became less introverted again, becoming very good friends with Ronald Weasley. The two had known each other through their parents but had never been very close. They also befriended Hermione Granger, a very talented witch that kept both boys in line a tad bit more than they would without her. And James was happier just knowing that his family was doing better. Still no Harry.

Everyone would assume that Harry was dead, but his name wasn't crossed out on the book of registered students for Hogwarts so either the book was faulty for the first time in over two thousand years or Harry Potter was somehow still alive. At this point, his family could really realistically only hope he had found a new family that was better than they were, though they still all wished he came back. Still no Harry.

At the Gryffindor table Nathaniel watched his mother sadly. It was the same every year. She always somehow builds up hope Harry would come to Hogwarts to be taught, and when he never did it was like she lost him all over again. "Is your mother ok?" Hermione asked sadly.

Nathaniel sighed. "I don't know. She'll get better, but I don't think she'll ever be completely ok."

Everyone stopped talking as Dumbledore stood up behind the podium. "Before we begin eating, I have some announcements. As you all know, this year Hogwarts will be hosting the schools of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang as well as the Tri-School Tournament and inter-school Quidditch, Academic, and Dueling Tournaments." He had to stop a wait for a minute while everybody started clapping and cheering. After everybody had quieted down he started again. "The schools will arriving the exactly a week from today. In order to get the school in condition to host three times as many people, the first full week of classes have been canceled."

He had to stop again as there was more cheering, louder this time. "All right!" Ron yelled.

When everyone was quiet once again Dumbledore resumed. "However this is by no means a vacation. Tomorrow you will be getting a list of jobs you will be required to do to assist the teachers. Failure to complete them in time will mean detention, so I suggest you do your best, but be efficient. Now, everybody is hungry, so let us all dig in!" With a final cheer because of food Dumbledore walked down from the podium.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a very good year," Nathaniel told his friends.

September 1st Beauxbatons

"And as a final announcement I would like to welcome fourth-year transfer student Fraiser Chastain! Please make sure his first year at Beauxbatons is a good one! Thank you!" Madam Maxime finished her beginning-of-the-year speech and sat down at her huge chair. Everyone started to dig in.

"Frasier, can you please pass the bouillabaisse?" Fleur sat in the middle of Frasier and Fayette, with Frasier on her right side and Fayette on her left.

"Of course Fleur," Fraiser said as he did so.

"We don't get many transfer students," a seventh-year boy across from Frasier said. "Where are you from?"

"I was born in France, but my family moved to Switzerland when my dad got a better job there. I was homeschooled but Fleur's father is an old friend of my family so when we moved back since I already know Fleur and Fayette and this year will be so unique my parents made the decision to enroll me here."

Fleur and Fayette were both impressed by how smoothly he lied. It was a perfect story that made sense and was delivered without messing up and yet without sounding rehearsed. "So you are friends with Fleur and Fayette?" The seventh-year's eyes got glassy just looking at the two years.

Weak-willed. "Not friends no, but I know them."

"You can do a lot better than those Frasier," another seventh year next to the boy said. Her name was Marie and she was one of Fleur and Fayette's biggest rivals.

Fleur frowned slightly at the tone of her voice. She had noticed her bodyguard had gotten quiet a few looks from the female population of Beauxbatons. Not that she could blame them. Frasier wasn't the biggest looker in the room by far. But his aura made up for it. He had a sense of confidence like everybody else was slightly below him that demanded respect and attention.

"Oh Fleur and Fayette aren't that bad. All you need is a strong mind and sense of will. Something I can tell most of you don't have," he added under his breath. Fleur heard him but wasn't sure if anyone else did.

"Well if you ever need help I'd be happy to give you are tour of the castle," Marie said with a wink. More likely she meant a tour of the broom closets and other secluded spaces.

"Yeah I'm going to have to take a hard pass on that offer. Besides, aren't we only staying here a week anyways?" Marie flushed red a little and started up a conversation with one of her friends. Fleur and Fayette both had to hide a smile. Marie; while not a veela, was a very pretty girl with chocolate curls and matching eyes that wasn't used to being denied by the male gender.

Dinner passed without anybody taking any more little barbs at the two veela, and soon it was time for everybody to head to their dorms.

Unlike Hogwarts, there was no Sorting or Houses. People could sit wherever at the tables during meals, and dorms were by gender and year. There was a Study Hall that was a replica of the Main Hall but only smaller and full of little round tables in-between the male and female dorms that was the most popular place in Beauxbatons to hang out or do homework.

Fleur and Fayette noticed Frasier heading towards the boys bathroom instead of the dorms and decided to follow him. There would probably be some gossip afterwards but their would be negative gossip about them anyways. They caught up to him as he excited the bathroom.

"Frasier," Fayette called out to get his attention.

"Ah, Ms. Monat, Ms. Delacour."

Fleur frowned. "You've always called us Fleur and Fayette before. Why the Misses now?"

"Well for one your dad has hired me now so I need to maintain a professional additude. But I can't very well going around calling you that in public. It would draw far to much attention."

Fleur noticed Fayette had a small frown as well. "You don't need to be professional with us," she told Frasier.

"Noted, but I will anyways. Is there anything you wanted to discuss with me?"

"We didn't see you on the train," Fayette said. Fleur had been wondering about that as well. She just of assumed Frasier would be sitting with them, but that wasn't the case.

"I was in the compartment to the left of yours, monitoring you the entire time. I assure you, you are well protected."

"We weren't when Marie and her bully friends came in," Fleur accused him.

"For starters if I am not mistaken they left after only a few minutes and never attempted to physically abuse you two." Both girls nodded, confused as to how he knew that. "I was contracted to protect you from any attempts on your life or virtue. School bullies are a little above my pay grade. Besides, I heard you two were capable, are you saying you can't handle a few bullies?"

Fleur scowled. "Don't insult us."

"Then don't whine so much," Frasier responded smoothly. "Now, is there anything else you would like to discuss with me?" There actually was, such as how he could tell what happened in their compartment even though he couldn't see in, but they didn't say anything. Frasier took their silence as a no. "Very well then, I will be heading to my dorm. I suggest you do the same."

After he turned the corner and was out of site, Fleur and Fayette were still standing in the same place. Fleur was still scowling and Fayette looked upset as well. Most of the time they didn't care what anyone but their family thought of them but for some reason Frasier's words hurt. Both felt like they had something to prove to the boy.

"We do not whine!" Fleur protested as she finally moved to go to her dorm.

The Red Cross September 1st 1994

A frenchman with expensive robes entered the bar. He had an arrogant expression and several people with him. He walked up to the bartender. "My name is Emmanuel De Galard of the Ancient and Noble House of De Galard. I need to hire a hunter and heard I can here."

The bartender looked up and without saying a word motioned to the back door. Without saying another word Emmanuel and his entourage walked through.

The back bar was quite busy at the time. Nearly two dozen bounty hunters were sitting and drinking. Everybody stopped and stared for a second when the frenchmen entered before going back to their talks. A group of six bounty hunters motioned them over to their table.

A man that looked to be in his thirties with straight jet-black hair and a crooked nose was the first to talk after Emmanuel sat down. "You look like you got a lot of money. Need to hire any of us?"

"Yes. There are two girls that I want kidnapped this year. Their names are Fleur Delacour and Fayette Monat."

"Wait wait wait," a women with curly blonde hair cut at her shoulders interrupted. "Isn't Delacour the French Minister?"

Emmanuel sneered. "Yes he is. And he's a disgrace to our noble past, marrying a veela and spawning daughters with her."

"Aight that's it," the first man said. "I'm out." The blonde women and another man sitting across from Emmanuel agreed. The other three in the group looked confused.

"Why? You haven't even heard most of the offer?" Emmanuel was confused as well.

The first man took a drink of his beer. "Long Scar told us that Harbinger's been hired to protect those two. I love danger just as much as the rest of us, but going against Harbinger is a suicide job.

The blonde lady nodded. "Sniper's right. We go in to get the girls, we die."

"Who is this Harbinger?" a young man with brown with a red bandana in his head asked. "From what I here his is only fourteen. Have you no shame?"

"Watch your tone boy," the man across from Emmanuel said. "You are new. There is no shame in running from Harbinger. I took a job with him in England a year ago. Recover a dark artifact; a cursed book, from some mountains in the northern parts of the country for some warlord in Persia. Get near the book and it turns out it was protected by inferi. Had to be hundreds of them. Harbinger doesn't even worry. Just destroys them with barely my help. Used spells I've never seen or heard of since."

"Listen to Bloodhound," Sniper advised. "Bounty hunting is all about chasing thrills and defying death. But you won't defy Harbinger."

The lady nodded. "He may have been born fourteen years ago, but he is not fourteen. He has the skills and seemingly the experience of somebody who has been doing this for decades with the speed, strength, and stamina of a young man in his prime. You go against him, you die. He doesn't let people leave with their injuries. The only stories about how he fights come from those with him."

"Well I am not scared of a fourteen-year-old with delusions of graduer," the rookie said stubbornly. Turning to Emmanuel, he said "I am interested in the job. Two others at the table nodded their heads in agreement as well."

The blonde lady as well as the men called Sniper and Bloodhound stood up. "Your funeral," was all she said.

Emmanuel turned back to the three still with him. "Very well then. The job is simply to..."

A/N The reception of the first chapter was amazing, and I have had a lot of fun writing this as well. And yes, I know there are similarities to Deprived, it is what gave me the idea for this.

Hope you liked this chapter as well, as always leave a review if you have something to say and I will see you all next chapter.