Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter either. It belongs to its creator J.K. Rowling and probably Warner Bros. too. I'm not too sure about that. This piece of literature is simply the work of a humble fan. I also credit Laurell K. Hamilton for various themes, subjects, or references that I may use. It won't be a crossover but certain elements from the series will be used.

:Author Notes:

This will be leaning more toward alternate reality. It will have the same characters just a different spin on things. If you're not a fan or strong cursing or maybe even violence and bloodshed then there is a good chance that this story isn't for you.

"Buffy: "So Maggie sends me down to the sewers, with one of those blasto-guns, and the next thing I know, it's raining monsters. Xander: "Hallelujah." Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Goodbye Iowa

Potter

Chapter Twelve: Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

By: Water Mage

Harry pulled his beanie down further on his head, covering his freezing ears. With a frown he looked at the snow covered grounds of Hogsmeade Station. Students bustled this way and that way, trying to hurry and find a compartment on the scarlet train, parked on the tracks. Harry looked up into the cloudy sky that hid the sun. He really hated snow. What was the big deal about it? It was cold and wet, joy, so let's go and play in it. Harry's blue jeans and black polo went well with the equally black beanie. His white nikes with black swooshes completed his look. Beside him Terry and Kevin were both wearing jeans also. Terry had on red collared shirt and Kevin wore a blue sweater. Shivering, Harry tugged his leather jacket tighter on him. It was just too damn cold for him.

"Excuse us, excuse us, move the fuck out of the way!" Terry snapped, moving past people loitering around the door of the train.

Harry hid a grin, smiling at their affronted looks, as they climbed onto the train. They found an empty compartment near the back of the train. Breathing hard, Harry lugged his heavy trunk behind him. Terry was in the same boat, as they both strained to move their trunks onto the storage area at the top of the compartment. Kevin stood near the window, his expression amused as he watch them struggle like two fat kids trying to climb fifty flight of stairs. Leaning casually against the window, arms crossed and expression haughty, he cleared his throat to get their attention. With pronounced movements, Kevin pointed up at his trunk stowed neatly away. They gaped at him then rolled their eyes.

"Super strength, remember," Kevin reminded them with a smirk.

Harry sighed then said mockingly, "Super strength, remember." He glared. "You could have reminded us five minutes ago."

Kevin laughed and with easy movements he picked up both trunks, stowing them away next to his. Harry shook his head. He still wasn't used to that. It had been less than a month since the revelation day, as he had dubbed it in his mind, and he still got surprised. Terry, he had come to find out, had amazing powers that he had initially tried to downplay. As a water oracle he had a strong affinity for water and everything associated with it. With lots of concentration he could manipulate water to his will, and even freeze it with a thought. But he had to concentrate very hard to do it. According to Terry, he had to train more at his gifts before he could do anything without massive amounts of concentration. Harry bit his lip, as he sat down near the window. By the time they were adults the three of them would each be very powerful in their own right.

"A knut for your thoughts, mate," said Kevin, breaking Harry from his thoughts. He waved his hand in front of Harry's face, making the other boy blink his eyes rapidly, as they suddenly came into focus. "What are you thinking about, Harry?"

Harry shrugged. "Just thinking about us," he replied honestly.

Terry grinned, looking at him slyly. "Harry, no offense, but your not my type. Now Kevin on the other hand—" he laughed lightly as Kevin gave him the finger in answer.

"Your mind is always in the gutter, git," smiled Harry. "I was thinking about our different gifts. When you get training you will actually be the most powerful Water Oracle on the planet."

Terry shook his head, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Oh, I don't know about that, Harry."

Kevin nodded. His face was scrunched in thought. "You said yourself that your mum told you that you were a pretty powerful Water Oracle, considering your age and everything. So it stands to make sense that when you have more training you will be even more powerful."

Harry agreed with a nod, then looking at Kevin, he said, "And you Kevin, you said that your species get stronger as you age—Right?" Kevin voiced his agreement slowly, not getting what he was hinting at. "Already, you are pretty strong. Look how easily you lifted those trunks and threw that zombie."

"But I still don't know what you're getting at," admitted Kevin. "I still haven't showed any signs of the rest of my powers. They might come when I'm 200 or even 500."

Harry smirked. Subtly, he removed one of his knives stationed to his wrist sheaths. With quick movements, he launched the knife threw the air, directly at Kevin. For Kevin time seemed to slow down. He saw the knife coming toward him and he reacted instinctively. His hand came up and plucked the knife from the air then without even thinking about it, his hand moved on its own, throwing the blade back at its owner. Harry and Kevin saw something entirely different, however. They saw the knife speed through air. Kevin's arm seemed to be a blur as he caught the knife an inch away from his face. Then without warning the knife was back in the air, speeding toward Harry. The knife landed, tip first, in the wall, not eight inches from Harry's head.

Harry looked at the knife then toward Kevin, who was staring stunned, and said slowly, "Like I said, powerful."

Terry ran a shaking hand through his dark hair, messing up his spikes in the process. "That was stupid, Harry! What would you have done if he had hit you?"

Harry shook his head. "I would have moved out of the way if it was actually on course. Plus, I knew Kevin wouldn't hit me. We're friends," he replied smugly, jarring his knife from the wall and sliding it back into its place on his wrist sheath.

Kevin gulped, still staring, and said mutely. "I missed."

They spent most of the train ride with Harry patiently explaining to them the correct way to throw a knife. Hermione had shown up mid way through the explanation, and the topic had been quickly changed.

"Hey, Harry. Guys," greeted Riley, entering the compartment shortly after Hermione. She plopped down in the seat next to Harry.

"Are you coming over sometime during break, Riley?" asked Harry, turning to the older girl.

She nodded, saying, "Yeah, I think so."

Terry scooted closer to Riley, closing the distance between them. "So," he began making it sound nice and long. "Have you thought of my offer?"

Riley looked down her nose at him. "What offer, Terry?" she asked, sounding annoyed and bored at the same time.

"The one with you becoming my girlfriend."

One second Terry was leering up at Riley, the next he was kissing floor. A weak ow left his lips as he rolled onto his back, staring up at them with dazed eyes. He turned his gaze onto Riley looking at her with a playful smirk. "So, I'm thinking you like it rough."

Riley shook her head. "What are they feeding you at home? Are they slipping hormone pills into your Captain Crunch?"

Terry shrugged, still lying on the ground. "What can I say; my older brother taught me everything he knows."

Hazel eyes glared at him, as Riley through gritted teeth replied, "You say that like it's a good thing."

Finally, it was late afternoon and the sun was setting in the sky, when they made it to Kings Cross Station. The train slowed to a halt and anxiousness practically bubbled in the air. Hermione and Riley left to go back to their compartment, and the three of them grabbed their stuff and departed the train, as orderly and fast as possible. Harry waded through the crowd that cluttered the platform. He looked this way and that way, looking everyone for his father. Harry looked toward a steel support and smiled. Clothed in a dark business suit with a black duster over it was Killian McKnight. The man lowered his black sunglasses and glittering, green eyes spotted Harry through the crowd.

Briskly, he walked to his dad and in the middle they caught up with each other, embracing in a long hug. All around them similar scenes were taking place. Kids everywhere were reunited with their parents or guardians, exchanging long hugs and warm greetings. Near the entrance of the platform, Draco Malfoy was happily greeted by his father and mother, showing other purebloods that even the Malfoy's weren't beyond an emotion such as joy.

Killian cupped Harry's cheek, smiling at him happily. "It's really good to see you, kiddo."

"You too, Dad," he replied grinning goofily. He looked around the platform and spotted Terry and Kevin. Two adults that had to be Kevin's parents by their similar look and a tall boy of about fourteen, who could be Terry's older brother, surrounded his friends.

Harry dragged his father over to the group and introduced themselves. The two adults were indeed Kevin's parents. His mother was friendly with her warm lilac eyes, like her son's, and very, very long auburn hair held back by a thick braid. His father was slightly colder but he was friendly as well. He was tall and had blond hair cut in one of those young executive styles and his face held a pair of icy, blue eyes that could cut stone.

"It's nice to meet all of you," said Joel, smiling warmly. He like his brother had dark black hair, but it wasn't fixed into spikes. His black hair fell free about his head, the long strands slightly touching his shoulders. He cocked his head at Killian, his face scrunching up in thought. "Do I know you?"

Killian shook his head, his face also thoughtful as he gazed at him, and replied "I don't think so. Maybe you've seen me in a magazine. My company is quite famous in the 'muggle,'" he made air quotes, putting bunny ears around muggle. "world."

Joel laughed, his light green eyes lighting up with humor. "Muggle sounds so ridiculous," he joked, then blanched, realizing he was standing with two adult people whose son was in fact a wizard. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you if you're magic."

Mr. Entwhistle shrugged. "We don't mind. We're not wizards."

Just pureblood vampires, Harry thought. Mr. Entwhistle turned to him suddenly with a confused expression playing on his face. Something Kevin once said came rushing back. Harry could have slapped himself. Of course, Kevin's father, who was much older, would have more powers that his son did not have yet. He's telepathic. Kevin did say that his species were telepaths.

"We need to hurry so we can get home. Our mum gets off work in about an hour," voiced Joel, sounding as polite as he could. "It was nice meeting you all. Come on, Terry." They left the platform, exiting through the wrought, iron archway that led to the world of London outside.

"See you over the Hol's, Harry!" shouted a voice. Harry turned around and waved at Riley and her dad, Blake, as they left the platform.

Kevin's parents made the obligatory excuse, after talking with them for a few minutes, and they left with a wave goodbye. Killian grabbed Harry's trunk and put it onto a trolley. He wheeled the cart in front of them, and together they left platform nine and three quarters. Harry smiled as he walked into the normal realm for the first time in months. He could have kissed the ground as he caught sight of a man using a cellphone, and heard sounds of music playing through speakers hooked to the wall corners. Electricity, he almost cried joyously, but wisely kept his mouth shut. His father caught the sparkle in his eye and gave him a questioning look.

"Electricity," Harry explained, waving a hand around him. "I almost went mad without a television."

Killian laughed as they walked outside. Harry stiffened; an icy blast of cold air hit him, not a second after he stepped outdoors. Killian chuckled and with a fond smile, he pulled the beanie down tighter over Harry's ears that were quickly turning red from the chill. Harry smiled his thanks and got in the sleek, black BMW parked in front of the entrance doors. A second later, the trunk slammed close and his father joined him.

"Cold are we?" half smiled Killian teasingly, as he started the ignition of car. With a low purr the BMW came to life pouring hot air from the vents and low music from the sound system.

Harry sighed in relief, feeling hot air washing over his body. "I really have to look into a self heating charm or something, because this winter cold crap is annoying."

Killian pulled into the street with easy movements, driving the car through traffic with quick actions. "You talk like you're not from England. You've lived here all your life. Aren't you used to it by now?" he said turning onto the main roadway.

"I'll never get used to the cold," Harry replied defiantly.

Killian laughing replied, "Whatever you say, kiddo."

Talk centered on what Hogwarts was like and how Harry had been doing for these months on his own. Of course Killian knew all this through Harry's letters, but reading and hearing are two different things. He also knew through Harry about all of the revelations he had faced. Quirrell not being what he seems, Snape being a pmsing bitch, Dumbledore not being human, Professor Sprout dying, the canceling of Herbology, Terry being psychic, Kevin really being a vampire, all of it he knew. A smile blossomed on his face as he caught sight of the McKnight Estate coming up around the bend. The looming white mansion, which could be classified as a small palace, and its extensive grounds, made a beautiful sight with all the snow covering it. The guards at the gate waved them through and they slowly drove up the long driveway, which in itself was a mini road.

Harry looked at the huge mansion, his heart soaring. Home. I'm home.

Harry awoke Christmas morning with a sleepy smile on his face. He jumped out of bed, slipped on his slippers and bed robe, then raced down the stairs, black hair flying behind him. With a practiced ease he tied his hair back as he ran down the stairs to the first floor of the house. A yelp fell from his lips as he slid across the hardwood floor, completely missing his turn into the formal family room. He backtracked and rushed into the room. The windows had been opened letting light shine through, making the huge, green Christmas tree look like even more wonderful. Furniture decorated the room all around, complete with fireplace, side bar, and big screen television. Harry's eyes racked over the tree with its many decorations, blinking lights, and shiny tinsel hanging from its many branches. His eyes went lower to the massive cluster of presents nestled underneath the tree, sitting on top of a circular patch of red, velvet cloth.

"This is the only day that you always manage to wake up before me."

Harry jumped, spinning around on the ball of his heel he glared up at his yawning father. "And you always manage to sneak up on me."

Killian smiled sleepily. "Don't worry, one day you'll learn the tricks of the trade," he replied patting him on the shoulder. He walked forward taking a seat on the couch that was positioned next to the tree.

Harry raced to the presents on the ground and eagerly passed his father one with his name on it, then found one with his name. He ripped into the wrapping. Really, he didn't get some people. Who in the hell would carefully open a present neatly. The point of wrapping something is for it to be torn off or at least that was Harry's opinion. He beamed up at his father. A slim box with the picture of a black laptop computer fell from the wrappings.

"You actually got it!" Harry shouted excited. "The new Macintosh Powerbook 170! I knew sending you that catalogue was a good hint!"

Killian laughed loudly, as Harry jumped into his arms. "Hint? You had the page bookmarked. The picture was circled in three different colored inks and you had a little arrow pointing to it with, and I quote here, 'Christmas, me like'."

Harry shrugged sheepishly, sliding from his father's arms back onto the floor, and replied, "Our views of the word hint are clearly two opposite meanings."

Harry dug into the rest of the presents with gusto. From Riley he had gotten a plain sliver ring. Nothing special about it, but it was nice and Harry immediately slipped it on. Hermione had given him a book about the history of the Ravenclaw house that Harry found fascinating, but set it aside to look at more stuff. Kevin got him a bag of chocolate that had to weight at least three pounds. From Terry, Harry received an earring that looked like a bunny head with a bow tie around its neck.

Harry turned to his father, holding out the earring. "Dad, can I get my ear pierced? Look at the earring Terry got me!"

Killian looked at the earring and immediately his cheeks turned a slight pink. He hurriedly took the earring from Harry and promised that he would get it pierced when he was older. Harry just shrugged it off and went back to opening presents. Killian stared at the earring, wondering where on earth Terry found a Playboy bunny symbol for an earring. He pocketed the adult themed gift. He might let Harry get away with a lot of things, but become a walking advertisement for an adult magazine was way crossing the line.

A lumpy wrapped parcel caught Harry's attention. He picked it up since it had his name on it in loopy writing. He read the note attached.

Harry,

Your father left this in my care years ago. It is now yours.

Harry frowned at the note. That was it. No sender name, nothing. He unwrapped the parcel and a slinky, silver cloak slithered out falling onto the floor. Harry frowned at the cloak. If it belonged to James Potter than why was it just now getting to him and who in the hell sent it. Harry folded it up and placed it behind him, out of the way, partially hidden so that his father couldn't see it. No doubt his dad would think it was a bomb or something. He really was that cautious. Plus, why in the hell did he want a cloak. He already had one. Admittedly, this one was much flashier but he liked his just fine, even if this one used to belong to his father. Maybe he would just keep it with him in his trunk, just to have it. Harry grabbed another wrapped present with his name on it, handing the one next to it to his father. He ripped open the parcel and a note fluttered out.

Harry,

Your mother was a beautiful woman and her most
cherished belonging besides her wedding ring was
this necklace. Her faith in the Irish gods of old was
unwaverable, why I don't know, maybe it was because
of her Irish heritage. Here is her Celtic cross that she
received from her mother and that has been handed down
from generation to generation within her, your, family.
Keep it well.

Love,
R.L

Harry frowned at the note. Who was R.L.? He couldn't help but speculate that maybe the mysterious person was an old friend of his mothers. Harry opened the lid of the box. Nestled inside of the box was a beautiful cross. A Celtic cross if he had read the note right. It was silver and glowed when the sunlight hit it right. It looked like a regular Christian cross but it had a circle made to sit around the intersections of the crossing lines. Intricate designs were carved into it. If they had meaning, Harry didn't know it but it sure did look pretty.

"What do you have there, kiddo?" asked Killian, kneeling down on the floor.

Harry handed him the note, still staring at the necklace. Sure, somebody had just given him his father's cloak… but he actually now had something that one of his parents cherished. That in his mind was bigger than an old cloak. Killian read the note, and then with careful movements he extracted the cross from Harry's hands. Carefully, he looked it over for anything suspicious. Finally, he unclasped the chain and brought it around Harry's neck, letting it rest at the mid point of his collar bone. Killian ran a finger over the silver cross.

"I don't see anything wrong it with it," Killian replied. "Maybe it really did belong to your mother, Lily. I'll have to do some research into who this R.L. is. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out who the mysterious benefactor's identity is."

Harry grabbed the cross, holding it in a fist. "I can keep it right?" he asked pleadingly. "I don't think its dangerous or anything. It looks too old for it to be some kind of miniature bomb or something. Plus, I… I can feel it. Nothing is sending off my Blessed Sight. If it was harmful I would sense it in a heartbeat."

"Shhh… hush, child," replied Killian. "You can keep it. I'm not going to take it away."

Harry stared around the room, bored and tired was written plain on his face. Most of the people attending Killian's Christmas party were people he had met many other times in his life. Only the crème de la crème were in attendance tonight. That meant strictly those of high society had been invited to the shindig. Some of tonight's couples brought their kids, but Harry ignored that bunch, since most of them were spoiled, stuck up, little brats. Feeling stuffy, he tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, fingers itching to remove the tie held there. His black hair that had been ran through with hair goop, then combed thoroughly before being tied back, looked excellent. Harry clothed in his dark blue suit looked very GQ.

Leaning against a wall, arms folded, Harry's eyes swept around the room. Everyone was dressed up in his or her fancy clothes, looking nice and spiffy. The formal ball room was very spacious, because there was more than enough room for all of them to walk around unhindered. The theme of tonight was Merry Christmas, surprise, surprise. Red and green decorations practically covered every wall and table. His father stood amongst a group of royalty. A duke, duchess, and a lord hung onto his every word. They laughed quietly, sipping eggnog or cider from their flute glasses.

"Don't you look like you're having fun," said a sarcastic voice in his ear.

Harry twisted around almost falling over in shock. Riley smirked at him. It wasn't her suddenly talking in his ear that shocked him, it was her appearance. For once, Riley wasn't wearing jeans or her Hogwarts uniform. She was wearing a tasteful white dress that stopped at her calves. It was tight around her midsection then flared out. Her hair was loose and held back by two barrettes, one on each side of her hair. Very light make up covered her face, bringing out her features.

Riley raised an eyebrow. "Are you just going to stand there gawking or are you going to compliment me?" she asked smirking.

It took him a total of three tries before he could form a coherent sentence. "You...uh…you look great."

"Thank you," she beamed. "Dad made me wear a dress, so I figure if I had to wear one then I might as well wear it right. Is the make up alright? I think I look like a two dollar ho. Dad says it looks great but you know how dad's are."

Harry chuckled. "Don't I. Yeah, it looks fine though, and honestly you look really nice."

"Come one, let's get out of here," said Riley suddenly. "I feel like I'm on display standing next to you."

Harry nodded quickly relieved at having an opportunity to leave. Riley was right it was like they were on display. All of the guest in the room would every so often look at him, no doubt wondering what kind of brat the richest man in London turned out. They walked upstairs to Harry's room, nodding at the Archangels as they passed. The men were always on guard, looking and watching for anything not ordinary. Right now, they were on high alert because of the party and they patrolled the house in a non-stopping pattern of groups, such as twos and threes, five and German shepherds… see, odd.

Harry's room was very large and spacious. A queen size bed barely took up any space in the blue walled room. Movie posters hung from the walls. A desk with his laptop was positioned on one side of his bay window, and on the either side was a tall oak dresser that matched the two nightstands on either sides of his bed. A walk in closest and connecting bathroom also finished off the room's décor.

Riley looked around, letting out a slow whistle. "So this is where the Little Lord of London hangs his hat."

"Ugh," Harry groaned. "I really do hope that title changes when I get older."

Riley was interrupted from having to answer, because suddenly a loud tapping filled the room. They turned as one to the window, both instinctively falling into a fighting stance. Harry hands were loose at his sides and he was in a partial crouch, a classic judo stance. Riley was in a crouch also, lower than Harry's, it looked like a cross between an x and a t. Harry quirked an eyebrow recognizing the stance from watching Blake train with the Archangels. He had taught his daughter jijitsu, interesting.

Once they moved closer they relaxed from their stances. At the window was a gray barn owl. Harry let it in and it settled on his bedpost, a hoot of greeting coming from its beak, as it laid eyes on Serenity watching him from her cage. Thor meowed softly, carefully watching the owl as though if he wasn't friendly, he would eat him up in a heartbeat. Harry took the letter tied around the bird's leg. It gave a hoot of thanks before flying right back out of the open window.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Riley, coming to stand beside him.

Harry opened the letter, which was more like a packet. He read some of it then immediately folded it back up so Riley couldn't see it. It was information Terry promised he would send from his mother about Harry's gift. He didn't want to be rude, but this was personal and kind of secret. Only his father, the Angels of Death, and his two best friends knew about his Blessed Sight, and he wanted to keep it that way for awhile.

"Oh, it's from Terry," he answered truthfully.

The answer caused a desired effect. Riley's face screwed up in disgust and she gave a very disgruntled huff that made her look very un-lady like. The scowl on her face was enough for Harry to figure out that her and Terry wouldn't be getting along any time soon. Harry slipped the packet into a drawer of his desk then turned around. Riley caught sight of the silver ring on his finger and grinned. Harry caught her stare and held up his finger with the ring.

"Thanks for the ring, Riley. It's really cool."

Riley shrugged. "People gave me a ton of jewelry for my birthday and since I don't do jewelry…" she said trailing off, flushing at the incredulous look he was shooting her."So for presents, all my friends got earrings, necklaces, or rings… Merry Christmas!"

Harry stared at her wide eyed, amazed. "What if you sent somebody their own gift back? Say they gave you a ring for your birthday and you gave them the same ring back to them for Christmas."

Riley blinked. "Oh, I didn't think of that."

Harry sat crossed leg on his bed with the packet of information from Terry's mother in front of him. He glanced out of the window noting the crescent moon hanging in the clear sky. The party had ended hours ago and it was well past one in the morning and Harry was alone with his thoughts.

Thor cuddled up next to him, rubbing his soft white fur along Harry's pajama clothed thigh. Idly, Harry reached down and scratched his pet behind the ears, as his eyes scanned the papers in front of him. She had included information coming from various experts, books, and her own personal journal. With her line of work she had run into this type of thing on occasion so that made her somewhat of an expert. Harry currently scanned the papers she had included from a Researcher named Brian Fraud, who at one time worked at the Elysian Institute. Harry remembered vaguely from a history book that the Elysian Institute was the same place his mother worked before she died. She had been a Researcher of Ancient Lore and Mythology.

"This is interesting," Harry muttered to himself, reading an excerpt from Fraud's published journal.

Once upon a time, I thought faeries lived only
in books, old folktales, and the past. That was
before they burst upon my life as vibrant,
luminous beings, permeating my art and my
everyday existence, causing glorious havoc.

In folklore, they say that those who can see
the Faeries are blessed with second or blessed sight.
Where some people perceive only empty fields,
a man or woman with blessed sight can see a
host of faeries dancing in a ring or the shining
entrance to a faerie hill. Where some notice
only an ordinary street of shops or a marketplace,
others see faeries in human disguise,
paying for market goods with magical coins
that will turn into mere stones and leaves
when the faeries have gone

Through painting pictures and listening to the
spirit of the beautiful land where I make my
home, I have discovered that the blessed sight
is not limited to people in old folktales. Mainly those who
worship faerie gods, such as the Daoine Sidhe or the
Tuatha Dé Danaan, are given Blessed Sight.

Humans have long maintained close daily
connections with the faeries. In centuries past,
we've acknowledged them by many traditional
names: boggarts, bogles, bocans, bugganes,
brownies, blue-caps, banshees, miffies,
nippers, nickers, knockers, noggles, lobs,
hobs, scrags, ouphs, spunks, spurns,
hodge-pochers, moon dancers, puckles,
thrumpins, mawkins, gally-trots, Melsh Dicks,
and myriad others. Just as they have many
different names, they appear to us in many
different guises.

Harry hummed in thought. That was precisely what he could do. He had could see things that others couldn't. Dumbledore was a faerie and he had seen his true face, while others who had known him for years hadn't seen a thing. Harry frowned. That explains what his powers were, but where did they appear from. Dumbledore had said that his mother had seen through his glamour, was he implying that she had Blessed Sight as well. Harry looked through the excerpt again, rereading the part where it said usually people who worship faerie gods are given Blessed Sight. From what he knew of his mother she was very into her heritage. He touched the cross hanging around his neck. The letter from R.L. did say she believed in Irish gods. Was that the same as worshiping faerie gods? Maybe her gift of Blessed Sight was hereditary.

Mum, he thought, clenching the cross and gazing out into the stars. If there was ever a time that I needed answers its now. What the hell makes me different? Were you… not… human.