Ezekiel walked into the house trying not to make much noise. He didn't had his watch with him so he couldn't really tell the time. As he walked towards the dining room, Ezekiel found Harry standing outside.

"Hey Harry, you're up early."

"Ezekiel, help!ยจ Harry begged anxiously.

"What is it? Did something happen?"

"The birds! They keep following me and throwing cards at me!"

"Oh, good to know that the issue with your mail is fixed. I imagine people would like to contact you for some time now."

"But there's too many!"

"Come on, there can't be tha..." Ezekiel freezed mid sentence as he opened the dining room's door. Hundreds if not thousands of letters flooded in. The table and floor were both covered in letters and Ezekiel noticed that several of those were howlers. He didn't have to worry about them exploding though, the wards were set up with black magic. Anything that contained a spell or curse from someone whose magic he hadn't approved would get neutralized. The owls hadn't waited for a response or a treat, but that was normal in the home of a dark wizard. "I'm not dealing with this. Kreacher!"

"Yes, Master." The elf appeared next to him.

"Move all this letters somewhere else. We can't have breakfast like that."

"They aren't all letters, Master. Some where too heavy, the owl dropped them."

"What?" Ezekiel looked at the room again. "Okay, then. You and the rest separate the mail, letters on one side and whatever is left on the other. We need some order here."

"And what about your letters, Master?"

"Somebody actually wrote me?" This surprised him more than anything else. "Put them aside too. I need my coffee before I deal with any this."

The elves diligently carried on his instructions and after half an hour. Unsurprisingly, all the howlers were directed to Ezekiel. There was a small pile of normal letters but the wax seal on them belonged to dark houses. On the other side of the room, the elves had separated Harry's mail into three different piles. One with regular letters, another with packages and a final one that seemed to have letters with packages in them.

"What do I have to do?" Harry asked as the breakfast appeared at the table.

"Beats me, this is the most letters that this house has ever seen. Ever."

"But why would they write me?"

"Well, you're quite famous Harry."

"Just because I didn't die with my parents." Harry mumbled angry.

"And Voldemort." Ezekiel nodded. "Still, there are different reasons: people that also lost their families during the war and want to thank you, fanatics of the Light and those who'd like to suck up to you to see what they can get and last but not least, those who think that I'm hurting you or stealing from your. Or both." Harry's face darkened as he said that. "Why don't we have breakfast first and then we take a look?"

"Okay."

They didn't eat as much as they liked. Ezekiel sighted at the sight before him. It seemed that everyone and their mother had decided to write at the same time.

"The pictures are moving." Harry noticed, shaking Ezekiel out of his thoughts. Looking at where Harry was pointing, he realized that the boy was referring to the newspaper that he held in his hand absently.

"Oh yeah, you must be used to the Muggle ones. Wanna take a look?" He offered the paper, which Harry took eagerly.

The red pile of letters with his name on it kept nagging him, so he decided to stop avoiding it. Before he approached it, a familiar curse sounded trough the house.

"Zeke, you up?" Dora called as they heard her approach them. "I wanted to...what the hell is that?" She said as she entered the room and saw the mountains of letters.

"Harry got mail." He replied dryly.

Dora approached the table, impressed by the amount of letters. She greeted Harry before walking towards him. "Wow...Well, I wanted to talk to you about the other day."

"I don't think there's much to say about that."

"Actually...I spoke with Mum and she explained things to me. Didn't make much sense at first but... The way she put it, the way it has protected us, the way you have. I just wanted to say thanks. For everything."

"We're family." Ezekiel replied. "That's all there is to it. Join us for breakfast?"

"Sure." Dora smiled. "I imagine you'll want some help with all these." She motioned to the letters.

"Please and thank you. I yet have to open mines."

"People actually wrote you? I'm pretty sure that's a sign for the end of the world."

"Har har, it's actually the red pile over there." Ezekiel pointed out. As soon as Dora saw them, she backed out so quickly that she knocked down the chair. "They aren't dangerous, relax. The wards of the house were setup with the Black Magic."

"Why do you say it like that?" Harry tilted his head.

"Like what?"

"Isn't it just black magic? Why do you say it like that?

"What you're thinking of is called 'Dark Arts'."

"Noo, it's called black magic." Harry replied as if were the most obvious thing in the world. "Everybody knows that."

"The one thing that the Muggles heard of my family, and they can't even get it right." Ezekiel sighted annoyed. "It's called that because it's my family's magic. What you're thinking of are called Dark Arts, the Black Magic belongs only to the House of Black and only its head - me - can use it. All the Noble and Most Ancient Houses have their own family magic."

"And what does yours do?"

"It's a bit complicated, but basically it denies Magic, as a whole."

"What does it mean, as a whole? Is there more than one type of magic?

Ezekiel rolled up his eyes ignoring Dora's 'You got there yourself' look.

"Look, Harry, there are multiple theories regarding what magic is and such. I'm just going to tell you the one that I like, okay?" Seeing Harry nod, Ezekiel took a breath before starting. "There are two types of magic: the magic that naturally flows in the world since the beginning of time and the magic that the magical creatures are able to create within themselves. The theory says that magic is a part of life, like the sun and rain are to plants. Life depended of Magic to start. Got it? " A nod again." Good. Now, ever heard of evolution? " Another nod. " Great, that'll save us some time. Well, what the theory says is that somewhere along the line different creatures from the different species began reacting to Magic in different ways and that's why we got magical creatures. The idea is that they began absorbing magic and that made them change into different beings up to the species that we have today. Now, there were some exceptions of course, this species were actually generating their own and very minor in comparison, magic. I'm talking of course of Goblins, Dwarves, Elves and eventually, Humans. There's a whole branch of natural science that goes into checking how which species ended up looking like that, but the general idea is that humans haven't changed much since we were the last ones to get it."

"So... we could end up looking like Kreacher?" Harry asked.

"No, Kreacher looks like that because he's bonded to my own magic and my magic is bounded to the Black Magic but we're digressing here. Stay focused." Ezekiel reprimanded him.

"Zeke, cut poor Harry some slack, would ya? He literally doesn't know a thing here, of course he's going to be curious. Plus you suck at explaining." Dora said as Harry smiled gratefully at her.

"Fine. The point is, humans got magic too and the problem was, humans got magic too. For a while things worked out relatively well, but things started going downhill once humans discovered that they could do more than just call forth storms or heal wounds. Up to that point the most powerful magic users on the human side were simply shamans of tribes. You need to understand something: unlike the other species, it was only a part - a very minor at that - of the human race that got access to magic. Every other magic species is fully magic and they had hundreds and hundreds of years to polish their skills and grow in their own power. The larger part of humanity kept changing while the magical creatures got stuck in their old ways."

"Why?"

"Why wouldn't they? Why bother to change something when you're in complete control?" Ezekiel shrugged. "At least that's why they thought. What the magical species didn't knew, was that while the humans were less powerful than them the rest of the humans developed this little thing called science, or at least what would eventually be called that. They began to travel farther than ever, they began to dig deeper than ever. They even looked at the skies at night and dreamt of what was out there. Some wizards began to take an interest in those trips, so they tagged along. They disguised themselves as sailors and such until they reached the new lands. One day in school, you'll have to study the first encounter between Europeans and Native-Americans. Trust me, that one doesn't hold a candle to what happened when wizards and shamans clashed."

"But why were wizard weaker than others?" Harry asked confused.

"Because up until a certain point, the only magic that anyone could use was their own. Humans had barely known magic in comparison to the other species. They had learned to regulate the amount of magic that they use, without the help of symbols, totems or sigils.

"A sigil is is a symbol used in magic, Harry. It represents the magician's desired outcome." Dora explained. "Like paintings in caves and things like that."

"Want to take a break?" Ezekiel asked looking as Harry tried to make sense of the new information.

"No, I think I got it."

"Okay, just let me know if you want to stop or you need me to repeat something or explain." Ezekiel said as he ignored Dora's surprised look. "Anyway, at that time - before the first wizards appeared - Shamans used almost all of their power to make changes, like a better harvest, divination and such. That was before some unnamed magic user created what was considered the magician's tool. There are a lot of discussion about many things but everybody agrees that this. " Ezekiel held his wand to showcase it at Harry. "was the origin of actual sorcery and what leveled the field in terms of power, for better or worst, depending.

"Depending on what?"

"If you were human or not, of course. This " Ezekiel offered Harry his wand to check. "allows a witch or wizard to channels her or his magical powers for more complex results. We accomplished in hundreds of years what the rest took thousands and we did it in a way that they never even considered. Humans never shared that knowledge and the rest of the magical species got stuck."

"How is it different?"

"Magic and Life are connected, remember?"

"Yes."

"Well, trees are alive as well, they have circulatory system for nutrients and such. They also have what no other being on the planet has: a connection to the greatest magic reservoir in the planet"

"What is it?" Harry asked excited.

"I'll give ya' a hint, Harry. We named the planet after it." Dora smirked.

"The ground?" Harry asked surprised.

"The Earth, Harry." Ezekiel corrected him. "This allows us to reduce considerably the magic that we used, to channel it without actually doing it ourselves and to combine it with the magic of the world. Well, combine may not be the best word, its more like the wand compensates for a part of the magic that we use. Let's say that it's 30% us and 70% the world's. This lets us use more magic than ever and with better results than the rest of the species ever had. They didn't like it, not a bit."

"Why? Because of the power?"

"Mostly, yeah. The amount of magical creatures that died also had a lot to do. The core allows us to sync with the wood, the more in sync the wizard is to the core, and the core to the wood, the best result you get. The wizards in Europe believed in the power of blood at that point. Don't get me wrong, blood does have it's uses, but it took forever before they realized that they didn't need to kill the poor animal in order to make ema/em wand. Eventually some became better than others and wand-makers became a profession."

"How do you know all this?" Harry asked surprised.

"History of Magic, third year in Ilvermony." Ezekiel responded nonchalantly. "As I was saying, relatively new species with even newer access to magic in ways and levels that they didn't earn and weren't prepared for. Care to guess what happened?"

"What?"

"War, Harry." Dora said.

"We drove them underground, in some cases literally." Ezekiel finished. "A lot happened afterwards, which we don't really have the time for. " Ezekiel said as he checked his watch. "We're going to be late. But fear not, for my beloved steed has returned!" Ezekiel said happily.

"His car came back." Dora explained to the confused Harry.

As they got ready and entered the car, Harry started asking questions again.

"But I still don't get it, what's a family magic?"

"Well...it's a magic that only belongs to a family. Usually when that happened it, there was a huge party and such. It marked a family as a Noble one."

"Like mine?"

"Yes, well, the Potter is an Ancient and Most Noble House. Their...your family magic is far more powerful than others."

"Like yours?"

"No." Ezekiel shook his head at this. "Mine is The Ancient and Most Noble House, as far as they go, mine is the most powerful."

"And the last one." Dora added.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"The Black Magic was the last that was ever created, but the members of it were already nobles. We were part of a different family, that split after it was created." Ezekiel replied, glancing angry at Dora, who mouthed an apology. "That's why we claimed to be the Most Noble. Ever since us, there hasn't been any new Noble Houses."

"What happened?"

"Their members lost their magic. When someone in a wizard family is born but they can't use magic, like a Muggle, we call them Squibs. More and more began to pop up and the bloodlines were lost." Ezekiel said as he ignited the car, smiling at the engine's sound as it came to life. "Nice, eh? Anyway, that only worked to make those Noble Houses to believe themselves better than other just because they lasted longer, mine worst of all. They began marrying between cousins in order to keep the blood 'pure'. It's a genetic miracle that I'm even able to speak, let alone be sane."

"There's a lot of people that didn't like the new Muggles that had Magic." Dora continued as the car started moving. "Some even call them 'Mudbloods'. Not all of the Noble Houses, of course, your father married your mother and everybody knows that she was a Muggle-Born."

"Oh. And why did nobody tried to create a new family magic since then? Aren't any more old families?"

"There was a ritual for that, for when a bloodline had enough power within itself but it was forgotten."

"How could anyone forget it?" Harry asked surprised.

"The King commanded it, so everyone forgot it."

"But...how come they can tell you what to do? The Queen told me she can't use magic."

"That, is a story for another time." Ezekiel said as he looked through the rear-view mirror. "You're not old enough for that one."

"Okay..." Harry pouted. "But why did he tell everyone to forget it?"

"...Because my family created our family magic." Ezekiel responded reluctantly.

"Ezekiel, we have a new problem" was the first thing Ted said as they entered the house.

"Hi, Ted! How are you doing?" Ezekiel said happily as he hugged his uncle. "How's life? Me? Oh, just got here. Thanks for asking!"

"Sorry, hi." Ted said embarrassed as he returned the hug and greeted his daughter. "But we do have a problem. Harry's account manager in Gringotts isn't responding my letters and there isn't a reason for this since you're Harry's Magical Guardian."

"That...is a problem." Ezekiel recognized. "I'll send them a letter myself and see what's the issue. Is Andi in?"

"She left early, got some errands to run. I'll tell her that you said hi."

"Thanks."

"How's the deal with your clients?" Dora asked.

"Oh, I'm thinking of taking some, but I don't want to overwork myself. Need to take my pace."

"Let me know if you need to hire someone, I'll get you the best of Gringotts." Ezekiel said.

"Thanks for the offer but it's far too early at this point." Ted said smiling.

Ezekiel knocked at the wooden door, hoping to cross another item off the list.

"Come in." The voice inside ordered.

"Madam Bones, thanks for receiving me without notice." Ezekiel tried to sound as grateful as possible.

"You said that it had to do with Harry Potter. Is everything alright?"

"Why yes, everything is fine, thanks for asking. I wanted to know what came from the situation regarding Harry's mail."

"It's an ongoing investigation, as you know, Auror Black." Bones replied. "But as it turned out, Dumbledore didn't do it. Directly, at least."

"You gotta hand it to the old goat, he does know how to cover his tracks."

"Why are you here, Auror Black. The truth, if it's not much asking." Bones replied annoyed.

"I wanted to know if your niece would like to know Harry." Ezekiel sighted.

Bones looked at him for a second before raising from her chair in anger. "If this is another trick of yours to test your theories, Black, I'll skin you alive."

"This isn't what you think." Ezekiel raised his hands. "Harry hasn't really been around many children since he's been under my care. He doesn't have friends, his family made sure of it."

"Every time I hear about this family, I want to hex them to oblivion." Bones shook her head. "But why my niece? You know that I don't like you."

"I need someone that's neutral. He's far too new for our world, for any world in that case. Friends are good for children, so I've heard." Ezekiel said. "And regarding that family, Harry has been quite clear. The Dudley's are not to be harmed but they are no longer a part of the House of Potter in any capacity."

"That's too forgiving in my book. He should want them in jail, at least."

"Usually I'd side with you, but this time I'd prefer for him to occupy his time with other matters. Revenge isn't something a child should covet, those matters should be left to adults."

"And are you going to get some punishment for them?" Bones raised an eyebrow at this.

"Well, I've been dreaming about it, truth be told." Ezekiel admitted. "However, my lack of resources only allows me to deal with a rather limited amount of issues. Revenge is, sadly, not one of much importance."

"I've never thought that I'd hear the Lord of a House - Let alone yours - say something like that. I'm impressed, Black."

"Oh, it's just an issue of priorities" Ezekiel declared. "Once I've made sure that Harry has some sense of security and belonging, I might as well march at Hogwarts and strangle the old man myself." Madam Bones face went blank hearing this. "But that's neither here nor there. The point is that I've promised Harry the chance to experience both worlds before he can choose what to do. He needs friends, or at least some acquaintances and seeing that he'll start school next year..."

"I hope you know of the requirements to enroll a child in a Muggle school." Bones shuddered slightly remembering the process herself. "It's not the kind of thing that can be fixed with magic."

"There are more than one kind of magic, Madam Bones." Ezekiel smiled. "But back at the subject at hand, do you think that your niece would accept?"

"I'll have to ask." She replied. "I'll send you a letter once I've spoken to her."

"It's all I ask, Madam Bones." Ezekiel gave a small bow as he thanked her. "I've taken far too much of your time, I apologize." Ezekiel apologized as he left the office.

The rest of the week went along without, so when Saturday came around Ezekiel start making mental notes.

Harry having a home...Check.

Harry receiving counseling...Check.

Harry going to school...Check-ish.

Harry getting to meet someone his age...Check.

Harry having friends...To Be Determined.

That was by far the easiest part. He still had to get someone to act as Harry's proxy. Even if he chose to never set foot in Magical Britain, Harry's influence would lead a vacuum. Nature hated vacuums. If the new members of the Wizengamot were anything to go by, whoever took over would be either under Lucius Malfoy or Dumbledore. Even after having the old man out of any seat, his influence was felt. Roughly the scales were slightly in Lucius favor and that had never been a good thing. Dora had asked him to leave Harry under her care for the day so instead of the usual route Ezekiel had showed Harry her flat. The flat itself was a regular three bedroom apartment and the tour didn't take much, but given by the way Dora spoke it seemed that they'd spend it outside having fun. Saying his goodbyes and picking up Ted afterwards, getting on the car and driving towards their destination went without a hitch.

Until they reached IT.

Ezekiel looked at the clock on his wrist for what it felt like a million time, sighting in annoyance. The Pure-Bloods though that because of different reasons - nuclear weapons, newly plagues and diseases, the concept of sudden audits - that the Muggles were a group of imbeciles who would be better off serving them or dead. Ezekiel had long departed from that school of thought but right now he was considering that the M25 London orbital motorway should be among the top contenders for Exhibit A. He knew muggles, in fact he was still friends with some from his school days. He liked them, honestly, but what a weird bunch they are. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.

Which is why he had been tapping his fingers on his steering wheel,stuck in traffic for the last hour and a half.

"I think it's moving?" Ted suddenly said.

"Is that a question?"

"No?"

Ezekiel groaned in annoyance, shifting in his seat. Looking up, clouds started gathering around and thunder sounded in the distance.

"How's Harry? I didn't see him at the house."

"He's fine, I left him with Dora."

"Is that really a good idea?"

"Ted, she's your daughter. Shouldn't you have more confidence in her?"

"Must I remind you that Andi and I raised both of you? I know which one is the troublemaker, she could do something dangerous."

Ted was right, in fact, Dora was the reason why Ezekiel had been arrested for public intoxication, resisting arrest and starting a fight with a police officer one time he returned from Ilvermorny for the holidays. Well, it was actually the Weird Sisters concert and the bottle of Firewhisky. And the beer. And the tequila. And three bottles of... he had blacked out after those and up to this day he had no idea how to pronounce whatever was in those bottles. The only reason why she didn't got in trouble was because little miss Metamorphmagus could change her body to deal with the alcohol. Lucky bastard. No, Ted was right. If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then she'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are cunts'.

"And they'll have one hell of a time." Ezekiel smiled. "Harry is in good hands, Ted. You'll see."

Thankfully the cars began moving and Ezekiel managed to leave the blasted place and reach their destination in record time. The address guided them towards a neglected house almost outside of Lincolnshire. Made sense for wizards that frequently used magic and didn't want to attract attention.

"I'd like to point out that I think this is a ver,y very, bad idea."

"Ted, people usually save their 'I told you so' for after the fact." Ezekiel replied as he knocked on the door and waited.

It would be five minutes later that the door opened and a very much disheveled looking Adrian Nettle appeared.

"Hello, mister Nettle. My name is..." Ezekiel stared, before the man slammed the door in his face.

"...Now, can I say 'I told you'?"

"I'm not done yet, it's a matter of" This time the reason why he couldn't finish was the sound an explosion that came from the house, leaving a medium size whole on the door. That and the impact of the shot that sent him almost to the street.

God, he really hated shotguns.

Groaning in pain, Ezekiel managed to lean on his shoulders to watch Ted casting a shielding charm fast enough to avoid getting shot himself.

"Adria-coff-Adrian, stop!" Ezekiel groaned as he got up. "We're here to talk!"

"Your not going to get me, ye' bastards!" The man slurred.

Great, Ezekiel and Ted thought, he's drunk. Luckily that meant that even Ted, who wasn't too far away from his best years but far enough, was able to take him down. Which was great for everyone, because if that old man shot Ezekiel once more and he died, the Black Magic would probably leave another mess.

"Are you alright?" Ted asked frantic. "He shot you, didn't he? I'll swear..."

"It's alright - coff, coff - get him inside before someone sees us."

"Ezekiel, we need to get you to a hospital. Please."

"NOW, Ted!" Ezekiel screamed as both man managed to put him back into the house.

The place didn't look any better on the inside, apparently the man wasn't using magic. Ezekiel stumbled into the kitchen, luckily the wound hadn't penetrated much and the man had only used an old double barreled shotgun. It singed, but all things considered at least Ted hadn't got a look at what happened when someone got a lucky shot at him. As he finished up healing, the smell in the room hit him. To be accurate it was the room's smell. The unmistakable smell of rot filled his nostrils and refused to leave. Unwashed dishes in the kitchen sink, bags of trash that laid ripped and leaking to the floor and the unmistakable stench of rotten meat from his fridge. The place was dusty too, Ezekiel could tell where Nettle had gone trough or not, given the amount of dust that covered the surfaces of the room.

"I just put Nett-Oh my God!" Ted had to take a step backwards as he entered the room and covered his face with his forearm. "What the hell is that smell?"

"Trust me, you don't want to know. Go back to Nettle and I'll take care of this." Ezekiel replied as he took out his wand and started casting cleansing spells around.

"But Ezekiel - God, it's in my mouth - we need to have you checked." Ted grabbed his arm concerned

"Ted, I'm fine." Ezekiel showed the hole on his clothes that the shot had left. He then pointed at them and exclaimed 'Reparo'. Looking at the pieces of cloth floating trough the air as they repaired themselves, Ezekiel asked. "Ted, did you fix the hole on the door?"

"Err..."

"Ted!"

"Be right back."

His uncle raced out, not sure if it was for the hole or the stench but Ezekiel was grateful nonetheless. The cleansing didn't took too much and when Ted returned, they started opening the windows to let the air run,

"Son, I'm telling you, that man is drunk as a skunk. He's completely useless."

"Maybe he is...right now. But come on, you were there at my trial, you heard him." Ezekiel said as he pointed at the man currently in the empty floor of what might have been a living room. "Did he sounded drunk? I think he needs a purpose."

"What he needs is a shower, a gallon of tomato juice and an AA meeting. And another bath."

"Don't look at him for what he is, look at him for what he could be. He helped people before, maybe if he hears that he could help people now he might go back to who he was."

"Alright, I know what this is." Ted sighted. "You want to help him."

"Why of course I do, look at the man."

"This wasn't your fault, Ezekiel. You don't carry the sins of Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Wha-No! This isn't why I'm doing this!"

"It's exactly why." Ted placed his hand on Ezekiel's shoulder. "He's not going to be who he was just because of a job. He has lost too much, he needs help, just as many others, but this you can't fix."

"Ted, this isn't like that. Let me speak to him, let me bring the fire back into his eyes and I'll show you." Ezekiel moved towards the man but Ted stood in front of him of him.

"Do you really think that making him hate will do any good? Look at him, Ezekiel, really look at him."

"But..."

"This one you cannot win, son. I know that it comes from a good place, but he is beyond what you and I can do. You can offer him help later." He pressed gently his hand. "Let's go."

"Shouldn't we release the spell?"

"Ezekiel, that man will sleep until the spell vanishes and then some. I doubt that he'll even remember us."

"Okay, I guess..." Ezekiel sighted as he prepared to leave.

"You shouldn't feel too bad, son. " Ted consoled him as they approached the car. "It breaks my heart seeing you go trough all this and...is everything alright?"

Ezekiel was standing in front of the driver's door, his head turning for one side to the other.

"It's...It's Harry, something's wrong."

"Harry?" Ted said confused. "Zeke, Harry is in London, with Dora."

"No, when Harry was with his uncles I..." Ezekiel threw the car keys to Ted, before looking at his car. "Take him to his house, don't make people notice you."

"Are you talking to the car now? Zeke, even if you were hearing Harry, how are you going to get to him. You can't apparate all the way from here, we're miles aw-" Ted's argument was cut short as Ezekiel turned on his spot, effectively disappearing with a loud 'Crack'. "Okay...apparently you can do that."

Ezekiel didn't quite appeared next to Harry this time. That was because both he and his cousin were running away.

Hitting the ground running - literally - Ezekiel stumbled while trying to catch up with them. Looking behind him, he could see that they were currently in an alley, or rather a bunch of them that connected different streets trough the middle of the block.

"Hey, wait! Dora, Harry!" He shouted at them.

The par stopped on their tracks, Ezekiel thought that they'd allow him to catch up but Dora grabbed Harry's arm and both took a quick left. Hurrying to catch up, he dashed to take the turn only to be greeted by the barrel of a gun.

"Whoa! Dora wait, it's me!"

"Prove it!" She ordered.

"What? You know it's me, Dora. People can't copy me." Ezekiel said as he raised his hands.

"Harry look away." Dora ordered to the boy behind her. "Prove it or I'll paint this place with your fucking brains!"

"Okay,okay! Look. "He took off his sunglasses slowly with one hand. "See? It's me, put the gun down."

"Oh, good." Dora sighted exhausted as she finally relented. "Item is you. How did you found us?"

"Ezekiel!" Harry screamed as he hugged him.

"Harry, he called me" he explained.

"What? When?" Dora panted confused.

"When we were running." Harry said, also confused. "But I didn't call you, I couldn't even breathe for all the running."

"You called, so I came." Ezekiel said before turning towards his cousin. "What's going on?"

"Someone is following us, we can't lose him." Dora explained.

"Did you tried to..."

"Everything. No matter what I do the guy is still behind us."

"Guy? Singular?"

"Yes, he's one guy. I just can't take a good look at him." Dora replied, suddenly her body became stiff. "He's here, he's coming."

"Alright." Ezekiel Ezekiel untangled himself from Harry. "Stay here with Dora, Harry. I'll be right back."

"But..."

"Stay here." Ezekiel said calmly. Harry's mouth was wide open as he and Dora watched Ezekiel's eyes become completely black. "I'll deal with him."

Taking out his wand, Ezekiel walked back from where he had came from. The Black Magic firmly under his control, as he walked towards whoever thought that messing with his family was a good idea. He walked around the corner but their chaser was nowhere to be found, rather he caught sight of a someone running away. He was too far away to get a good look at him, let alone if he was indeed the one who was following Dora. Still, he checked every alley and every corner before returning to his family.

"It's me, don't shoot." He said as he calmly turned around the corner again. He had put the Black Magic back to sleep, which was a good thing as Dora was now wielding her wand instead of the semi-automatic pistol.

"Did you find him?"

"No." Ezekiel shook his head. "Ran away before I could get him. You two okay?"

"Yes." Harry replied exhausted.

"Just a small scare, nothing major. Did you bring the car? I think you need to take Harry back to the house."

"Ted has it, apparating was faster." Ezekiel explained. "You two take my hands, we're going back to my place."

"I don't think that's..." Dora started but Ezekiel cut her off.

"You just said that the guy could track you even if you apparated. I'm not taking any chances. We're going to my house, Kreacher can get your clothes for yours. End of story." He said as he offered his arm to her.

"Fine, just because I'm too tired to argue." Dora said as they apparated away

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