The two people he loved most in the whole world were missing, and he was sitting here doing nothing! He had to do something...

"I'm really sorry but I have to go," Harry said, standing abruptly and knocking his chair over with the back of his knees.

The lady, Alisha, looked startled. "There's nothing you can do, sir."

Harry didn't care, he had to try. He thanked her, got up and left the shop, Alisha followed him.

"Dad! There you are!"

Harry stared, mouth gaping. Elena and Celestina were smiling brightly at the sight of him.

"Where were you?" he asked sternly.

"We lost you. Some man bumped into mum and she was knocked over and I helped her up and you were gone," Elena said brightly. "Now can we finish our shopping?"

"You two look exhausted."

And they did. Elena's hair was a little messy and she had slightly red eyes. The same could be said about Celestina.

"Would you three like to come into my shop for a cuppa?" Harry whirled around and hugged Alisha tightly. Elena giggled and Celestina cleared her throat. Harry let go and accepted, though Celestina looked slightly put out he didn't care, this lady had been kind to him, it was only fair he stay.

"This is Celestina and Elena."

"Hello. Where are you two from? You don't sound British?"

"Oh, no, we're from a small town called Terra," Celestina said. Harry smiled, she was imaginative, he thought sarcastically.

"Really? I've never heard of that, where is it?"

"Oh, it's uh... well... hard to explain sort of... near the bottom of-..."

"Its on a small island at the bottom of Australia," Harry supplied. He smiled at Celestina, she smiled back.

"Oh... that wasn't too hard to explain," Alisha smirked at Celestina, who didn't look too pleased. "You don't sound Australian."

"You know some Australians do you?"

"My husband and daughter live in Australia – I moved here last year."

"You don't sound Australian either," Celestina snapped back.

"That's because I'm British."

Celestina rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, mum's not well, please excuse her terrible manners. See, we're Australian but we've sort of lost our accents over time, we've only been living there for a few years but we travelled around before we moved here."

Alisha looked absolutely mortified. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realise... lets have some tea." She said smiling. "So Elena, how old are you?" Alisha asked as they walked away.

"I'm fourteen," Elena answered. Harry grinned proudly, she was growing up so quickly...

"Really? My daughter is 15, almost 16. She's going to be visiting me soon, with her dad, and they're going to be living here. She'll be attending Hogwarts and I was thinking maybe you could show her around..."

"Sure," Elena said. Harry noticed Celestina scowl slightly. "What's her name?"

"Gabrielle Thompson." Alisha looked so proud, Harry had to smile.

"Cool," Elena observed.

"REGNAK!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Ah there you are. Getting quite quick aren't you? Mmmm... Oh yes... Bring me Kattestoet this minute, I must talk to him... alooone..."

"Right you are sir."

"Tell me, Wolfshead..." said the old man. "Do you think Slang is... all there? In the head, I mean."

Wolfshead sighed. No he didn't think that, but he was not allowed to say anything like that.

"I cannot commant."

"I see... how did you come to be here? You seem like a decent wizard. Surely you have family that you need to take care of, but you spend all your time here-."

But Wolfshead was shaking his head. "I haff no family. I haff no memory off how I got here or anyffing befforre Slang took me in." Wolfshead sighed. He really did wonder sometimes IF he had living family, Regnak, the idiot who served Slang, told him he didn't, that he was the only person left of his family, who were, apparently, dark wizards of the darkest sort.

"Well, son, you have me."

Wolfshead looked confused. He didn't even know this man's name, only that he was to keep him under lock and key, and magic and whatever else he could think of, until otherwise instructed. But he did seem familiar...

"Son?" He asked questioningly, hopefully.

"No, not really my son. I just call you that because you seem a good fellow, and are young. Not yet 19 I would say."

Wolfshead had no idea how old he was. He didn't feel old. He didn't look old. But he didn't know how he would have managed to end up here if he was only 19.

"I would also guess that Wolfshead isn't your real name."

Wolfshead jumped slightly from his position on the ground. Wolfshead was in fact the name Slang had given him, believing that he would be more scary with a frightening name. His real name... well, he didn't know what his real name was. Wolfshead tugged on his curly hair, trying to remember.

"I would also believe that you're not British."

"No, I'm no' Brritish, I don' fink." Wolfshead said, wondering how he knew that and wondering what the old man was leading to.

"You don't sound British. You sound quite foreign actually."

"I'm sorrry, sirr, but vot arre you leading to?" Wolfshead was becoming quite frustrated.

"You don't know who your family is, you don't remember any of your past before Slang came along, there is no one in this country who knows you... do you not think it is possible that Slang may have memory charmed you and brought you here to turn you like him?"

"Vhy vould he shoose me, ofer some one morre powerrful? I um an aferage vizarrd vith no family and no life, therre's nuffing special about me!"

"That's a very good question, but one that I cannot answer yet." The old man smiled at him. "What about we do something about it?"

OK I know its been AGES and its SHORT but oh well... I did another chapter atleast! I wont be here for a couple of weeks coz I'm going to Europe (I'm an Aussie – if you didn't know) so that's exciting! Lol. I'll try and write when I get back, who knows I might even get some major brainstorming done! I've just been really busy lately coz next year I'm going on exchange and this year I'm going to Europe and its all real busy for me coz I got exams and crap... ok I'll stop rambling!. Please review!!!