Harry and Cindy arrived at Gringotts and informed one of the clerks they had an appointment with Angor. They were escorted to a waiting room and Harry pulled out his tablet to pass the time. "Are you sure you want to do this," asked Cindy.

"It's a sound idea. The Coming Darkness is a major threat, any advantage in our favor helps combat it."

"If we only knew what it was. This would make things infinitely easier."

"When has our luck ever been that good?"

"Pettigrew for one."

"I don't attribute that to luck. Just poor judgement skills on his part."

"And we were lucky Sirius and Remus told you about his Animagus form only a few days prior."

"Again, not luck. There's no such thing."

"I understand how you can think that, given the first few years of your life, but you must admit it was lucky Isabel's rental car stopped working when it did."

"I don't want to say it's luck."

"Let me guess, Isabel has you believing its fate?"

"In a way. Kessler saw me leading the fight against the Darkness. And it always comes down to me being in the right place at the right time. That's not luck."

"Luck is him getting out of dangerous situations without so much as a scratch," said Angor as he walked over to them. "Nice to meet you again, Heir Potter, Ms. MacGrath."

"High King Angor," said Cindy as she gave him a polite nod. Harry shook the High King's hand and nodded.

"Please, won't you both follow me to my office?" Harry and Cindy followed him into a relatively large office. Ancient weapons and shields, made by men and goblins alike, adorned the walls. Harry picked up a katana by the doorway. "I think those are the only type of weapon you humans have ever beaten us in crafting." Angor walked over and took the katana from Harry. "Without magic, without Wrought Silver. Swordsmiths of the Feudal Japanese era managed to create as elegant a weapon as this. Folded hundreds of times by hand and we're still not able to recreate the number of times."

"The Japanese have always been ahead of their time," said Harry. "I have a katana of my own. The fabled blade forged by Muramasa. Juuchi Yomasu."

"1,000 Cold Nights. A possessed blade if ever there was one."

"A fact I was well aware of. We recovered it from a secret room in Hogwarts. My mentor retrieved it and I received it for my birthday. That's when we realized it was a Horcrux." Angor snarled at the mention of the word.

"Horcrux. There's never been a more vile afront to life and magic. Damn Herpo the Foul for creating those things."

"Herpo the Foul created Horcruxes," asked Cindy.

"A fact not many people are aware of because nearly all records of how to make one have been either destroyed by the old Soul Clans or were lost to time."

"Not completely lost," said Harry. "It's come to light that Voldemort created several Horcruxes, one of which was dwelling within my scar for the longest time before I exercised it."

"You can exercise Horcruxes?"

"Any Technomancer can. A soul is energy. We can manipulate it."

"Fascinating. Wait, you said multiple? Was he mad?"

"Are we speaking rhetorically?"

"A good point."

"Now, should we get onto business?"

"Ah yes, your reason for asking for this meeting before the school year began. I believe it is regarding Goblin Wrought Silver, correct?" Harry nodded.

"A threat to all life on Earth is coming in the near future. We refer to it as the Coming Darkness. It's a threat that was seen by Robert Kessler, the man who attacked the No-Maj city called Empire City. The unofficial First Technomancer and a seer. Much like my friend, Luna Lovegood."

"And this Kessler saw some threat in the future?"

"And shared his vision with me. I believe it will make you see why I am asking for the Goblin Nation's assistance in either allowing humans knowledge of the way to make Wrought Silver, or be willing to create some to help fight the Coming Darkness."

"You're going to share this vision with me? Did you bring a memory vial for the Pensieve?"

"No. I brought the memory in here." Harry tapped his temple.

"Technomancers," said Cindy. "Have a unique trait for obtaining and distributing knowledge. Download and Upload. It works for machines and living beings in exactly the same way."

"Meaning if you wanted to, you could've taken the knowledge of how to make Wrought Silver directly from me and I'd have been none the wiser," observed Angor. Harry nodded. "That's a dangerous ability to have."

"It's a part of us. Technomancers work constantly with technology. Download and Upload allow us to do extensive research in seconds to incorporate new techniques into our inventions. Would you allow me to show you the vision, High King Angor?" Angor considered for a second before nodding. Harry tapped his fingers to the High King's temple. Angor watched the vision and snarled as it finished.

"What the hell was that?!"

"That is what we're preparing for," said Cindy.

"Kessler wasn't sure what it is," said Harry. "Just that it would require Technomancers to help combat it and he wants me to lead the charge."

"Too much weight for even an adult."

"A fact we've told him constantly," said Cindy. Harry sat forward in his seat.

"Currently, a plan is in place to reveal magic to the Mundane World. We're calling it Operation: Lift the Veil. When magic is exposed, several plans to bring both worlds together without violence are in place. Will the Goblin Nation cooperate in our endeavor?" Angor stood up and walked around the desk to Harry.

"When the veil of lies is lifted from the world, the Goblin Nation will stand with you. This 'Coming Darkness' may well prove to be a fight for the ages! We'll never live it down if we miss this!" Harry grinned and exchanged a warrior's greeting with the High King. Cindy turned to her son as they walked down Diagon Alley.

"You know most humans won't treat them equally," she said. "Magical or Mundane."

"They will when a goblin kicks their ass, or when a centaur gives them a life threatening ride, or a Veela alluring the more aggressive people into submission. And for those with normal magic getting out of hand, tasers and other self-defense tools like mace or self-defense martial arts. Wizards and witches generally don't practice physical fitness, because they're idiots. Technomancers need to lead by example. We're the bridge connecting both worlds, it needs to be our job to regulate both publics and make sure they at least treat each other equally and hope it grows into mutual respect."

"You know nothing goes that smoothly."

"I know. But without the effort, we can't say we tried everything to make it work. If we want to survive, we can't be fighting each other. We're all living on the same planet. We can't let this world die because we can't get along."

"Tell that to India and Pakistan. To the US and name a country we haven't gone to war with in the last hundred years. We are stubborn as a species; you and Isabel are prime examples of human stubbornness. Humanity won't easily accept the other magical races."

"Then we show them how we can cooperate."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Harry thought for a moment before he noticed Quality Quidditch wares. Thoughts of the World Cup and other sports events came to mind and an idea came to him.

"Mom, what magical competitions bring a lot of attention all across the Magical World?"

(D.M.T.-Christmas Eve)

Draco and his family arrived in Isabel's penthouse, via Charging, and Draco grinned as his father clutched his chest and groaned. Draco had discretely shocked his father as they landed. Harry walked over. "Oh wow. Both of them came."

"I came because an associate of mine told me it would bring me an opportunity I could never pass up," said Lucius. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a journal. Draco and Harry both recognized the presence and turned to Lucius. "If he was right, you can release the Dark Lord's hold on me and my family. I want to see if that is truly the case." Harry eyed him for a second before nodding.

"Arc." The Arc Gauntlets appeared on his hand and he took the journal. Unlike the Diadem and the ring, the journal didn't actively try and reach out to the person holding it. Harry could feel a Compulsion Charm on it and had Draco give him an energy boost to overpower himself against the effects. He turned to the Malfoys. "Everyone is in the living room conversing or entertaining themselves. When our last guest arrives, we'll deal with the Horcruxes." Draco nodded and went to where Harry told them to go. He placed the journal in digital storage and went to his lab where Luna was spinning in a chair with Daphne sitting across from her, electrodes attached to her forehead.

"What are these for again," she asked.

"We're trying to see if normal magic can be modified to learn Technomancy," said Luna. "The bunker isn't equipped with the right software yet to manage the study."

"So I suggested we try here. Susan opted out of this, you volunteered," said Harry.

"Why did I do that, again," asked Daphne.

"Because you want to help Harry with his projects," said Luna as she jumped out of the chair and fell to the ground, too dizzy to stand. Daphne rolled her eyes and turned to Harry who forced her to look forward.

"Try not to move, please," said Harry

"I hate sitting still for too long, Potter," replied Daphne.

"Back to Potter? You must be really annoyed."

"What gave it away?" Harry grinned and kissed her cheek. Daphne squeaked in surprise; face tomato red.

"Just a few more moments and you can be free."

"And the Charmer strikes again," said Luna as she sat upright.

"Blame my mother." Harry made one last note and nodded before taking off the electrodes. "Alright. We've gotten your basic bioelectric signature and magical signature logged. We'll keep this on file for when we try and see if your magic can adjust to the specifics for Technomancy. Now, we're not entirely sure if it'll work. But this is a better method than what Cole said the Commander was doing. Memory Magic through a machine and forced through with Technomancy. Never mind it seems to be torture for the Memory Mage, Memory Magic is exceedingly rare."

"And before you ask how rare, it's more than a generational thing. The last Memory Mage before Mr. Costa was born in Flamel's time."

"So the odds of us, or even the First Sons finding someone capable of true Memory Magic is…?" asked Daphne.

"We have a better chance of finding alien life from outside the Solar System."

"If the Commander killed his only source at new recruits," said Harry. "He must feel he has enough to last him a long while, or at least enough for a major hard target strike. Cole is worried, and with their expansion to other countries, it's out of Lucy's jurisdiction and the case has been picked up by Interpol."

"Will they ask you or Cole for help," asked Daphne.

"Don't know yet. But for now, I think it's best I no longer go out and fight them."

"You mean you're actually listening to us for a change?"

"Yes. After Singapore and the Halloween attack, I needed to slow down. I was starting to freak out until everyone spoke with me in Japan. You were all right, I was taking too much on at once, fighting, training the others, trying to keep up with my personal studies. It wasn't productive. With me being just limited to training and studying, I shouldn't be under too much stress and be able to finally enjoy school life." Daphne hugged him, Luna not far behind her.

"Good."

"Your last guest is arriving," said Holly as she appeared in the room. Daphne gave him a look.

"Why did you invite her, again?"

"Because until the Voice betrays us, she's an ally. And even then, I feel like she could still ally with us."

"I'm sure that's the only reason why." Daphne stormed out and Luna turned to him.

"You're in trouble," she sang.

"Stuff it," muttered Harry. "And tell everyone to meet up in my lab." Harry stood up straight and unconsciously messed with his hair.

"I'm sure you look fine, Harry," said Holly. Harry caught himself adjusting his tie and blushed before growling slightly. "Don't get angry at me for your schoolyard crush."

"Holly, remind me to turn off the teasing aspect of your personality."

"I will do no such thing." Harry grinned as he felt someone coming and saw M land right in front of him. She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hi again, Second Rate."

"Mysterious Girl. Glad you could come."

"So, why am I here?"

"Ah good," said George as he and Fred led the families into the lab, Isabel pressed a room by the door to expand it out for as many people as there were. "You must be this M girl we're always hearing about." M looked at them curiously before turning to Harry with an eyebrow raised.

"Figured you'd want something to do while on holiday."

"I don't get vacation time, Second Rate."

"Harry's twice the Technomancer you'll ever be," shouted Sakura as she glared at M.

"That remains to be seen. From what I've observed, he still seems to be a lackluster mage all around."

"I resent that," said Harry.

"If all you called me here for was for a party, I'll take my leave."

"Wait," said Harry. "At least wait until the food's ready. Can't pass up a free meal, now can you?"

"Watch me."

"I suggest you wait and see the real reason why he invited you here, Miss Lawson," said Holly. M paused and turned to her.

"Facial recognition software. I learned who you are from Ryuga Academy servers after their headmaster allowed temporary access to learn about the Technomancers there."

"We didn't learn your first name," said Harry. "Out of respect." M glared at human and A.I. alike before sighing.

"Fine. I'll stay." Harry let out a breath of relief and went to a cabinet. He pulled out the ring and turned it over in his gloved hand before setting it and the journal on a table. Harry noticed M cast a glance at Lucius and stood in front of everyone.

"Before we begin with the official start of the party, exchanging gifts, pretending we like the crappy ones, yada, yada." He grinned at the scattered chuckles of the group in front of him. "We have important business to take care of. Everyone here are people I trust and their families. So I feel it's only right I do this with you all as witness. Everyone here is aware of what transpired during the Sorting Ceremony this year, correct?"

"It was all over the Prophet," exclaimed Molly. "Some dark spirit possessed that poor teacher and you expelled it from the school!"

"I thought you told her what happened?" Harry turned to the twins.

"Whoops," said Fred.

"Guess we forgot," finished George. Harry sighed before turning to everyone.

"Let me make it perfectly clear what it is the Ministry doesn't want to acknowledge Voldemort, AKA Tom Marvolo Riddle, possessed Quirrinus Quirrell. And stop with the flinching already."

"Seriously," said Isabel. "It's annoying."

"And she should know, she's extremely annoying." Isabel threw a wrench at Harry who ducked under it. "Contrary to popular belief, my mother's ritual didn't finish off Riddle. He found a way to prolong death. He created Horcruxes."

"Horcruxes," asked the oldest Weasley sibling in attendance, Bill. "As in more than one?!"

"Bill," asked Arthur. "Care to share with the ignorant?"

"I've dealt with a few Horcruxes during my time as a Curse Breaker for Gringotts. They're made by committing a murder, which splits your soul, and then placing one of the halves into an object of the casters choice with an unknown ritual."

"It's an old spell developed by Herpo the Foul," said Harry. "And with his notes on its creation a mystery to all but those who closely follow his work, no one has developed a way to safely remove the soul fragment from an object without destroying the vessel. Until Technomancy, that is."

"Come again?"

"Riddle apparently created enough Horcruxes to significantly weaken his soul to the point that when Harry's birth mother did her self-sacrifice ritual to save Harry, it severed a fragment caused by either hers or James Potter's death. It latched onto the nearest intact thing it could find," said Isabel. Harry pointed at his scar and the group, sans those who already knew, gasped. Harry began to describe their encounter with the Diadem Horcrux and what had transpired. Lucius kept his face passive. Only Holly was able to discern the interest in his eyes and made a note of it. After observing Lucius three times, she was able to define nearly well hidden ticks within the man's passive mask. "In theory, all Technomancers should be able to exercise spirits like this."

"Not just theory," said Cindy. "Cole exercised Binns, remember?"

"Oh yeah, to be honest I forgot about that ghost."

"Remind me to request a few Technomancers to work for the Curse Breaking Department in Gringotts," said Bill. Harry nodded.

"Speaking of Cole," said Daphne. She turned to Harry. "Where is your uncle?"

"Having a beer with Zeke," said Cindy. Harry noticed the sad look in her eyes and hugged his mother before turning to them.

"Today is Trish's birthday," said Harry. "Cole and Zeke share a drink while Cole mourns."

"Who was Trish," asked Ted Tonks.

"Cole's girlfriend back in Empire City. And the woman Mom was in love with. Neither of them have handled her death well." Isabel placed a firm hand on Molly's shoulder, already sensing the woman's rant on such things coming. She used her magic to make her eyes glow slightly and gave Molly a look that frightened her to the core. Molly kept her mouth shut and moved away from the dhampir woman. 'Thank you Eli for teaching me that trick,' she thought to herself. After comforting his mother for a moment longer, Harry turned to Draco. "Let's get down to business. Last time I exercised an object I just sent an overwhelming amount of electricity into the object. Since you brought the journal, care to do the honors?"

"Sure. I think it'd be fitting, son of one of Riddle's top lieutenants getting rid of a part of Riddle himself." Lucius gave his son a glare as Amelia made a mental note of Draco's words. Draco turned to the journal and sparked up his hands. A massive torrent of energy flowed into the journal and a hateful scream filled the room. A boy wearing Slytherin robes appeared as a translucent apparition and tried to make his way to Draco. Harry sent his own lightning at the shade, trapping it.

"You will not get rid of me," shouted the boy. "I am Lord Voldemort!"

"Skip the dramatics," shouted M as she lent her own lightning into the mix, arcing it to the ring as well. Riddle's shade screamed as the two Horcruxes mixed and his visage turned from a handsome young man to a distorted figure more serpent-like than human. Red hateful eyes glared at everyone as Voldemort tried to attack the weakest of the three and went for Harry. Harry stared him down before grinning.

"Go to hell, Monster." Harry went red and both soul shards were fully destroyed by the onslaught.

"That took more than the last one," said Isabel.

"The last one wasn't as powerful," panted Harry. "It was smaller than the journal, but less powerful even with absorbing magic from the Ley Line Network. Coupled with the journal mixing with the ring, it was more powerful than the diadem."

"'Three beacons'," said Luna as she looked at the three of them. Harry glanced at her before realizing she was referencing Kessler's vision. As soon as the thoughts entered his mind, more of Kessler's Downloaded knowledge unlocked and Harry was brought into his mind.

"Three beacons beacons of light to push back the Darkness," said the memory of Kessler. "That's what I told you. I left out one key piece of information, three won't be enough. You must find two more beacons. Neither are fully human. I won't tell you who they are. You must identify them yourself. Travel to Paris, France as soon as possible from the time you get this vision. Something you need to see is there."

Harry blinked and rubbed his temples. "You ok," asked Daphne. Harry nodded and picked up the ring with his still gloved hand.

"Careful, Kid," said Isabel. "There's still a powerful curse on that thing."

"I know," replied Harry. "Is it to the entire ring, or just the metal?"

"It's just the metal. My scan showed it was set to activate when you slip on the ring, hence the compulsion." Harry nodded, went to a table covered with tools, grabbed a hammer and bashed the ring, freeing the stone from its place within it. He picked up the stone and looked it over in his hand. He turned to Luna's father."

"Mr. Lovegood. Can you identify this for me?" He tossed the strange man the stone. Xenophilius caught it and looked at the stone before spotting the symbol forever engraved into the stone itself. He glanced up at Harry who nodded. Luna walked over to her father and looked at the stone. She gasped as she saw the symbol.

"Is it what I think it is," asked Isabel. Xenophilius nodded and held the stone in his hand.

Lucius Apparated away, his business done and arrived in Malfoy Manor before going to his study and pulling out a Muggle Mobile and dialing a memorized number. "It's done. You were right. MacGrath did grant me the opportunity to be free of Voldemort. What now?"

"Now, you wait. No doubt Aurors will come to your home to arrest you at a later date. I will ensure you remain out of Azkaban. You have my word," said the person on the other end of the line. "I look forward to doing business with you, Mr. Malfoy."

"And I you, Commander."