Harry Potter and the Ethereal Flame

Author's Note: This is the concluding part of the last chapter and I hope that you enjoy it! One more chapter before things start heating up and we get into the thick of things. I am thinking about writing some magical texts to accompany the story and put on my yahoo group – would anyone be interested in that perhaps? Let me know in a review if you would but now, here is the chapter…

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Chapter 5: Acquisition Part 2

The young man, clad in a tattered black cloak, made his way through Diagon Alley trying his best to not attract the attention of shoppers as he walked. Harry Potter had already spent much of the day in Diagon Alley buying supplies and tending to his business, so he was now headed toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions where he hoped to purchase some wizard wear before stopping for a bite to eat.

The sun was beating down in the Alley now and the smell of fresh dragons' liver drifted down from the apothecary and that wasn't good news for any of the passing shoppers; especially since it was seemingly amplified by the Sun's rays. Despite this, Harry soon enough weaved a path through the bustling crowd and entered Madam Malkin's; though his ears had taken some abuse from passing hagglers and such.

"Hello dear," greeted Madam Malkin herself, though she seemed slightly apprehensive with Harry's dark, mysterious attire. Harry motioned with his head to the corner of the store so he couldn't be heard when he confessed his identity to the cloth-sculpting witch. He knew he would have to be fitted and so he would have to entrust Madam Malkin with his identity. She complied and once there, Harry had his back to the others in the store and drew back his hood just slightly so that she could see his face.

"Mr Potter?" she questioned, her breath catching in her throat.

Harry nodded in the affirmative and then, deepening his voice slightly asked her if he could be fitted for some robes and such.

"Do you have any specifics in mind?" she queried whilst leading him into a private booth, quite large, with a fitting stool and such equipment.

"Not really, what do you have to offer?" he asked rather uncomfortable in his lack of preparation.

"Well, if you would like, you could have a look through our catalogue and then just give me a call when you have decided upon what you want."

Nodding, Harry took a seat and the offered catalogue from Madam Malkin before setting in to have a long look through it.

After about fifteen minutes, Harry gave Madam Malkin a shout and she came in and asked him about his choices. Harry had come to the decision that he would only buy what he would need at the moment; after all, he hadn't yet finished growing so he thought it would be a little stupid if he bought a whole new wardrobe only to grow out of it by summer's end.

"Yes ma'am, could I have eight casual robes? Erm, I'd like 3 black, 1 blue, green, silver and auburn. I would also like three cloaks; in black, green and purple. I would like to have lots of pockets within the robes and cloaks please Madam Malkin. Also, a wizard's hat, the large one in black and a pair of boots: dragon hide if you have it?" he said, with Madam Malkin scribbling his order down in a hand-held lined pad.

"That's fine Mr Potter, now what materials would you like these in?" she asked, pen poised once more.

"Well, the best you have, I want the finest quality please. Also, for the dragon hide boots, I would prefer it to be Hebridean Black hide if possible?"

"But of course Mr Potter, that's fine. Lets get you measured up and fitted then your robes should be ready within a half hour."

"Great!" he responded.

Whilst he was being measured and fitted for his robes, Harry thought over what he had just ordered. It wasn't much, just enough to keep him going for a while. The boots were something that he wanted as he lived on rural land now in Potter Cottage and so he thought they would come in useful. His favourite and most meaningful purchase though had to be the wizard's hat as from the moment he saw it, he knew he was going to buy it. To Harry, this symbolised a proper wizard and it was a statement to himself of his embracing his heritage and he looked forward to wearing it somewhere.

Once finished, Harry told Madam Malkin that he would go for a quick lunch and pick up his clothes afterward. She bid him a fond goodbye and Harry made for the Leaky Cauldron.

Entering, Harry took the same small round table to the back of the inn that he had taken but a day ago. Sitting there, Tom, the barkeep, noticed him and Harry gave a slight nod in which he came over. Confirming his identity, Harry was warmly greeted by Tom who hurried off to make him a lunch and even gave him a butterbeer on the house despite Harry's protests. So, it was after a fine lunch that Harry was back in the Alley and picking up and paying for the brown package that contained his order from Madam Malkin's. Now, there were only a few things to pick up in the Alley before he had to make for muggle London.

The next place Harry visited was a trendy looking store by the name, Everyday Items. It looked like it basically sold everything as from looking through the store window, there seemed to be no order to it; just lots of different items. Quickly deciding that he might be able to find a few useful things in here, he entered.

Walking out of the store ten minutes later, Harry was the proud owner of a new black leather wallet which was charmed against theft and such; his wizard ID and Gringotts Bank card were in here and the wallet tucked away in the back pocket of his jeans. He also had a small velvet pouch, smaller than his Gringotts pouch, which was fastened with a pull string and contained floo powder for the prepared wizard. Furthermore, Harry was sporting a freshly pierced left ear. The top of his ear held a cylinder-like ear ring which pierced the flesh with three points. The ear ring was shaped something like a claw or a paw and looked rather imposing; though Harry did cringe as it cut through the cartilage of his ear.

Standing there in front of the store, Harry quickly pulled out a silver pocket watch from an inside cloak pocket, which was on a silver chain, to check the time. Nodding, he placed it back within the folds of his cloak. This was the last thing that Harry had bought from the store as he needed a new watch and he thought that the pocket watch made him seem more sophisticated. It was sleek silver, and the round watch face sported the time as any normal watch would, though a slight button on the right of the watch, when pressed once morphs the watch face to show a compass. Press the button a second time and it allows, with use of a wand, the user to set personal messages and times, like an alarm. Pressing the button a third time would take the watch to its normal state; of course a small, simple manual accompanied his purchase and he intended to give it a read later.

Making his way now back to Basalinda's Bags and Trunks where his new satchel was waiting for him, Harry's excitement grew. Entering the store, Harry was quick to receive it from the assistant at the counter; it was even better than he thought! The satchel, made from Hebridean Black dragon hide, was a deep black colour with a ridged surface from the scales but a smooth finish. It was a basic satchel with a front flap, held by two clasps, one on each side at the bottom of the flap. They were actually in the shape of a Hebridean Black in silver, twisting to open, though he knew a password would be needed. On the front of the flap, in silver stitching, the form of a fully grown Hebridean Black was curling upward as if writhing in mid-air. He knew that the inside of the satchel was expanded to fit a lot of items inside and that was a bonus for all the books he would undoubtedly be carting about during his NEWT years. The satchel, as well as being stylishly fashioned, had a padded shoulder on the dragon hide strap which was very comfortable.

Taking the satchel, he made his way outside and decided to set the password on it for his privacy. Opening it and saying 'password', Harry now had to think of something that would be unusual so as his password would not be guessed; even though he intended to speak it in parseltongue. Smiling, Harry thought of one.

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That done, Harry was all set and quickly placed his shrunken trunk and backpack into his satchel and then secured it over his left shoulder so that it hung by his right hand. Feeling altogether very happy, Harry was soon in the Alley again and seeing the sign for Eeylops Owl Emporium, he made for it as he wanted to treat Hedwig for sticking out all the summers with the Dursleys with him. There, he picked up a few bags of owl treats, a new lightweight cage made from platinum which was larger than Hedwig's current cage and also a perch. The perch although expensive was fantastic; it was made from a dark wood and had a large base, with a tree-like trunk stemming from it and spiralling upward. It was intricately carved and the trunk came to rest as a thin perch over a wooden tray beneath it, with finely sculpted branches of wood rising from the tray on which were hooked water and food trays. He knew that Hedwig would love all the things that he bought for her and so he shrunk them and placed them into his satchel which had a remarkable amount of space within.

Harry was done for today in Diagon Alley as he avoided the colourful shop entitled Weasley Wizard Wheezes as he didn't want anyone, including the Weasley twins, to know of his presence in the Alley. As Harry made his way towards the Leaky Cauldron once more, he took the time to look about him and it was because of this that he noticed one particular turning off the Alley.

Like Knockturn Alley, this turning was dark and dank and a crooked wooden sign hung from one of the stone walls that lined the descending steps into, Ombra Alley. Deciding that he may as well check it out as it looked like it housed some dark items, Harry briskly walked down the steps into the depths of Ombra Alley. Once in the narrow winding street, lined with small, dark shops, Harry's mind was made up as he knew that some of these shops were bound to have dark items of which he was severely lacking. His library at home had absolutely no section on the dark arts, something he was going to rectify, and he wanted as many things as he could to help him seek his revenge.

Walking near the back of the Alley, of which he noticed with a bit of apprehension was a dead end, Harry saw a shop front which looked like it would suit his needs. The windows of said shop were so dirty that no light penetrated either way through and above the door there was only one sign. The sign read, Malavita's.

With a slight hesitation, Harry pushed open the door and entered into the shop. Inside, dim candle light illuminated the decent sized store and the book shelves and counters that held the owner's stock.

"Yes?" asked a deep, cold voice.

Turning to the sound of the voice, Harry came face to face with a tall, athletic looking man. He had wavy black hair and a neatly trimmed moustache and the flickering candle light highlighted a thin scar running the length of his face, over his nose and down his left cheek. The man had an Italian look about him and his baritone voice was very demanding and carried a note of impatience.

"I'm here to have a look around really, I am in need of some books and I may purchase a few items," Harry responded.

"Right, take a look around then and don't be wasting my time either," was the sharp reply.

Browsing the bookshelves to the left of the shop, Harry was in awe of the amount of books there on supposed dark magic and Ministry-restricted magics. There were all sorts of tomes there that Harry knew he wanted, and so he told the Malvagita, the impatient store owner, that he would take all the books on the three bookshelves; this way he would have a healthy section of restricted magics in his cottage library.

Whilst Malavita packed away the books into piles, shrunken, Harry continued looking around the store. He came across an oak box, relatively large that was positioned on feet-like stumps and had a golden inlay. There was a gold clasp on the front of the box of which Harry flicked open. Inside the box, there were four clear crystals embedded in the velvet covered bottom. To the right of these, in a pile, also embedded, were ten circular targets (like a dart board) with a single red circle on either side of the plastic circle; placed dead in the centre. They were only about four inches in diameter and the red circle only about one inch in diameter. These captured Harry interest instantly.

"What's this?" questioned Harry.

"What? Ah, that…it's a duelling target set is that. You see those crystals, you plant them in the ground and the enclosed area is the designated area that the targets are confined to. The targets themselves, when the red spot is hit by a magical blast like a stupefy spell or such, will deactivate. You see, the targets can be used immobile like they are now to help improve wand aim, or you can have them mobile. They will fly around the enclosed area that they crystals form, with a height maximum of 30ft and once hit with a magical blast then they will deactivate. This is much harder though as the targets are then moving. Then the targets will pause in mid-air for 5 seconds before becoming active once more."

"These sound great, just what I need," Harry breathed. "How do you work them?"

Malavita then took told Harry all he had to do with the crystal was position them to form an enclosed area and they would work without any form of activation. He took one of the circle targets and said he could just fire spells at them to determine his aim and that he spells would have to be extremely powerful to destroy these targets; one of the reasons that these sets were outlawed, because they were charged with powerful magic to prevent destruction via excess spell exposure. The Minister had outlawed them because the magic it was charged with was so powerful that it just had to be dark magic; the powerless fear the powerful he had quoted.

"Now then, to activate the targets, you must point your wand at 'em and say, orsorum. This will start 'em up," he explained.

Then, he pointed his wand at the circle target and muttered the activation word and the circle target vibrated slightly until the target began to morph. The clear plastic-type material expanded to form a sphere with the red spot now a smaller sphere in the centre of it. The target sphere was now hovering an inch above Malavita's open palm; he explained they would only hover until they were within the crystal-made area.

"To deactivate them, just point your wand at either the target, or if you can't hit 'em, then point it at one of the crystals and say, desino. That'll stop 'em, then they'll just hover until you retrieve 'em. Not a bad piece of equipment at all I would say." He deactivated the target, which returned to its former 2-D shape, as he spoke the incantation.

"I'll take the set," Harry said with a steady voice.

"Know how much this set cost do ya?" he questioned with a definite hint of mocking in his voice.

"How much?" was Harry's simple reply.

"A clean 150 Galleons," was the eager reply from Malavita.

"Done."

As Harry was paying Malavita, from the money in his third trunk compartment, he noticed as Malvagita's loose linen shirt lifted up his left arm, the black tattoo that was the sign of a Death Eater; the Dark Mark. Shocked slightly that he had done business with such a man, it took a minute for him to come to terms with what kind of place he was conducting his business in. After all, to him, Ombra Alley seemed a hell of a lot worse than Knockturn Alley. Deciding that he shouldn't do anything right now, Harry paid the man and put his purchases away safely into the confines of his trunk.

"I may be back to do more business with you, I trust that our conducts are kept confidential?" asked Harry, the parselmouth in him elongating the words into a hissing sentence.

"Of course," he replied in a sickly sweet voice.

Leaving the shop, Harry determined that Malavita was on his to-get list. He knew where he was and when he deemed the time right, Harry would come for him. The Slytherin in Harry was also contemplating Malavita's less than respectable stock of which would be his for the taking should he capture Malavita. Yes, he would come back to Ombra Alley, and he would leave with a few many more assets and a Death Eater to his name.

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Stepping out into the busy streets of muggle London, with his cloak away and his identity concealed by the ignorance of the muggle world, Harry's senses were assaulted by the everyday bustle of the hive-like city. With Quidditch-honed agility, Harry was able to slither through the crowds and follow the main stream of shoppers to a high street lined with large shops of different kinds, making sure to remember his way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Looking about, He noticed a few benches with bins close by for rubbish disposal and small trees planted in square allotments of soil periodically down the middle of the high street. The pavement was paved a beige colour with orange stones placed within, creating a hectic pattern no doubt to subconsciously encourage the shoppers to buy more and more; or so Harry's slightly paranoid theory went. Small mobile carts were parked about the street promoting ice cream and fast food, which Harry found strange as the high street itself had a McDonalds and a Burger King on either end of said street.

Walking into the closest clothing store that he saw people his age shopping in, Harry was soon browsing naively through the isles of clothing. Deciding to just pick out whatever he had a liking for, Harry began to pile cloths into his arms. When his load was becoming excessively heavy, a girl wearing a uniform red –t-shirt, black pants and a name tag, approached.

"Need some help there?" she asked; her voice was quiet and it looked like she was new to this whole procedure as she was looking very shy and timid.

"Sure, I really have no idea what I am doing," he replied, also quiet shy as Harry found himself extremely attracted to her timid character.

With her head slightly bowed, eyes averted, she began to help Harry pick out cloths and lead him to the changing rooms. Trying them on, the girl, Lyra, would give her modest opinion and Harry ended up purchasing clothes of a darker colour as it suited him and was a nice contrast to his 'natural complexion'. Harry chose not to argue and took her advice, and as they proceeded to pick Harry lots of new clothes, Lyra became more comfortable in his presence and she raised her head a little and her actions were less contrived.

Lyra was a girl you would call petite. She had dark brown hair, tied back into a messy ponytail and soft features. She was 17 as she informed Harry as they chatted and enjoyed water sports. All in all, Lyra was a nice girl and being on the shy side only made Harry like her even more. After an hour or so, Lyra and Harry had picked out a lot of clothes, though not too many as Harry didn't want to grow out of lots of clothes and have to spend even more money to buy a whole new wardrobe. So Harry had clothes ranging from jackets, pants, shorts and such to socks, underwear and pyjama pants for 'winter nights' apparently.

The store also sold footwear of sorts and so Harry bought two pairs of trainers. One pair was for everyday wear and the other was a top of the line athletic trainer for training of all sorts. Both appealed to Harry in function and design so he bought them. The only other things Harry bought from the store were a baseball cap, 2 pairs of leather gloves (he remembered the axe by the cottage) and 3 plain black wrist bands as his wrist felt bare without a watch and they were 'stylish' according to Lyra.

Finally done with shopping for clothes, after paying with his Gringotts card/Visa, Harry prepared to leave the store. Approaching Lyra, Harry thanked her for her help at which she blushed, and with a 'see you around' Harry left Lyra who was thinking about what beautiful eyes Harry had; so deep and…mature.

(AN: There will be no romance between the two, just some simple interaction and friendship maybe – Lyra's thoughts on his eyes were what I put down to the 'Potter effect').

Back in the high street, Harry began to look for a store that sold some basic hygiene products. Seeing a Boots, Harry entered and quickly set about collecting a few razors, some shaving cream, aftershave, deodorant and other such products. After he had bought these using his Gringotts card, Harry's next stop was at a stationary store called Parkers. There, Harry picked out some plain and ruled pads and pencils and pens etc. to use as they were easier and quicker to use than parchment and quill; though he had no intention of renouncing his wizard stationary, he just wanted to work on his penmanship with a quill so as his parchment work was presentable and respectable. The last place Harry decided to visit was a small music store by the name of Music Zone. Here, Harry bought a portable CD player as to occupy his time and he found he always worked better with some background noise. This said, he also collected some CDs out of different categories including some Donnel Jones, Savage Garden, Puff Daddy, 2 Pac, Nelly, Nickelback, Linkin Park and many others as he didn't really know what he liked so he picked out a hell of a lot of music.

His shopping all in his trunk of which was in his satchel, which funnily enough, muggles took for rough leather, Harry was on his way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Once there, Harry stopped outside of the entrance and called the Knight Bus to him, ensuring first that his cloak was wrapped around him, as he was still reluctant to use floo powder. With an almighty bang, the Knight Bus arrived and swept Harry off to Etherfield Village.

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Arriving at the village, Harry was quick to take the path out of Etherfield. Once he found the dirt path that led to the Potter Cottage gates, Harry halted. The sound of rustling leaves distracted him and he quickly flicked his wrist, effectively drawing his wand. Poised ready for action, Harry looked about himself. Then, from above in the trees, leaves rustled once more to reveal none other than his snowy owl, Hedwig, who fluttered down and landed gracefully on his shoulder. After giving him an affectionate nip to the ear, Harry stroked her feathers before moving on towards the gate.

"Sorry you couldn't get in girl," he cooed, "you won't have that problem anymore. Hey girl, I bought you some things in Diagon Alley today, yeah, things worthy of such a great owl." He didn't really understand how much Hedwig meant to him until she wasn't there. She really was a great friend.

Opening the gate and bringing Hedwig in willingly on his shoulder, the wards on Potter Cottage seemed to accept her with no trouble and so he made his way up to the cottage. Entering and leaving his trainers on the shoe tray, Harry told himself that after today he would get rid of the clothes he had from his relatives as he didn't want any reminder of them.

Walking into the living room, Harry took a seat at the very end of the room in front of the huge fireplace that was crackling merrily. Elle was soon to greet him and he asked her kindly for a mug of hot tea at which she eagerly popped away to attend to. As he awaited his tea, Harry placed his satchel over the back of the chair and relaxed into the soft comfort of the chair.

Once his tea arrived, Harry cupped it in his hands and began to think over all of the things he needed to do over the next few days; fingering the ethereal ring absently around the mug of tea in his hands. After a good ten minutes in which he drank his tea and lost himself in thought, he finally snapped out of it and called Elle to him.

"Yes, Harry sir?"

"Elle, I arranged with some Gringotts' Goblins this morning for one thousand Galleons to be prepared so as to be picked up. This is for the cottage funds of course, so could you be so kind as to collect it?" asked Harry politely.

"Harry sir would trust Elle with this?" she asked, awed.

"Of course," he replied with conviction.

"Yes Harry sir."

With that, Elle popped away and returned a few minutes later with her palm on a small wooden crate with the Gringotts crest embellished upon the surface. Thanking Elle, Harry pulled his satchel onto his shoulder, placed the Gringotts crate under his left arm, which was surprisingly light, and set off towards the library. Once there, Harry picked out every book from his trunk, which he unpacked and returned to its normal size, and placed them all in piles by one of the tables. He decided to come back and integrate his latest acquisitions into the existing library catalogue in a day or two.

Passing through, Harry accessed the hidden doorway leading to the duelling and potions rooms. Once in front of the portrait of Eresea Potter in the potions room, Harry uttered the password and then emptied the crate, enlarged within, of the one thousand galleons through the house-elf sized hole. Once done, Harry called Elle and she returned the crate to Gringotts of which, upon her return, he thanked her gratefully. After this, Harry turned to his room with Elle in toe and his trunk floating lazily behind him.

Once in his room, he handed over all of his clothes, both wizard and muggle, to Elle who proceeded to put them away into his wardrobe and cupboards. Harry placed Hedwig's perch in the far right corner of the room, next to the massive window facing the lake and wood, this way he could have it open in the day for Hedwig to come and go as she pleases. He was sure that Hedwig would love to fly around the massive grounds of Potter Cottage and he felt that she deserved nothing less. He placed Hedwig's new cage on top of his wardrobe and placed his new leather chair in front of his fireplace. He put his muggle stationary into his desk drawers along with his wizard stationary, and he put his CDs and portable CD player into his bedside table. His wand care equipment went into one of his cupboards as did his new dagger (Goblin sword) and duelling set; for now. His new trunk went at the foot of his bed and he organised it with the help of Elle. The last thing to do was hang the Potter family tapestry of which he placed above the fireplace in his room; all in all the room looked cosy and it was his!

For the moment, Harry placed his eye-healing potion into the medicine cabinet in the bathroom along with his muggle hygiene products. After this, Harry enjoyed a delicious meal in the kitchen with Elle before deciding that an early night would do him some good, what with the busy next few days he had ahead of him and the eye-healing potion he had to take.

Bidding Elle a fond good night, Harry collected his potion from the bathroom. He then went to his library and picked out a few books that he wanted Ethan to have a look through whilst he slept. Once he had all of the books he summoned Ethan using the ring before leaving him; Ethan already knowing what he was looking for since Harry had thought about it whilst Ethan was still a part of his mind. Done there, Harry locked the door behind him before going to his room. He changed into some black pyjama pants before downing the potion in one go and falling into a blissfully dreamless sleep; his eyes healing as he did so and the pain going unfelt.

Author's Note: Hey, hope you like that everyone, let me know in a review if you did or didn't. Next chapter is where we start getting into some training; add in some reactions from selective people and a few other things…should be good. Let me know if anyone would be interested in the magical texts I mentioned in the author's note at the beginning of the chapter and I have also posted a picture of the layout of Harry's bedroom on my yahoo group! I would also like to thank Smallville Potter for the naming of the double as I forgot to do it last chapter, it makes things a lot easier by the way. Onto review responses anyway…

katsuya102 – Sorry I didn't get to respond to you at the end of the last chapter, but you reviewed just after I posted the chapter. Thanks for the review and let me know your thoughts on this chapter?

Grand Griffon – I thank you for reviewing as your opinion means a lot – you have a fantastic fic! I am going to review a.s.a.p. just been a little busy but it will happen! Give me a day or two and I'll try and review each chapter of both! As for the Blaise thing, I have been alerted to her actually being a guy, but I'm not sure as to change her to another character or go ahead with a female Blaise which I am so tempted to do! Hope you like the chapter by the way!

Yugioh/Potter/Pokemon fan – Thanks for reviewing and don't worry about the animagus thing, it will happen. If all goes well, this fic should have a sequel but the animagus thing will take place in this fic. It might take a while but you should be pleased with it and a few other things as well! Hope you like the chapter!

Saetan – Thanks for the review and Harry and Ethan will be able to study quite fast as it is. He has two years to get through all of his books, but his studying may become dangerous with the amount/speed of it. All I'm saying on that though! I should be updating within every ten days, so far I have updated under every six days, though most of the time it will be every five days! This might be a little boring so far with lack of action, but it is coming in the next chapters, promise!

Lord Gryffindor14 – Thank you for reviewing; means a lot! As for a magical dog, it isn't in the plot so far but I might be able to snake it in there. I'll give it some thought…yessss, it could work.

potterloverno1 – Thanks for the review and I hope that you like this chapter!

TuxedoMac – Thanks for he review! Right, I'm glad you liked the satchel and as for the potion, Harry will be studying and dabbling in potions quite a bit, though for now he is just focusing on time so he is buying things he could probably do by himself etc. His double is only a part of his mind and so it requires no physical healing of any sort as it is not entirely physical. It is a blend of mind and magic – this will all become clearer once Harry's curiosity comes into play and he begins his journey into Ethereal Magics. I am also glad that you like that things are going on to a minor scale; it is the spreading of fear really of which Voldemort thrives on. In this fic (sequel will be out and out war really), things will be minor and not too large as something will be in the works regarding Voldemort's plans. I can't say too much more on that. As for Dumbledore, his reaction will lead to a bumpy relationship with Harry. Thanks for letting me know I missed out the thank you to S/P – I'm so forgetful. Hope you like this chapter and next chapter is here the story starts to hit off.

Gyre – Thank you for the review and compliment. As for Dumbledore, he's having kittens!

Goldilocks31890 – Hey, just received your review before I posted this chapter, lucky or what! Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you like Elle, lol; the picture of innocence eh? I wish I had an ethereal ring as well, oh well…and the ethereal magic, ethereal ring, and etherfield village are all just coincidence, lol /whistles innocently/ Thanks for reviewing and I hope you like this chapter!

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