-1A/N: Wow three in one day, it must be the holiday spirit, this is a bit longer than the previous two chapters, next chapter will be up whenever, probably not for a while though. This chapter is semi-boring, the end has a brief skirmish, and this is mainly an information chapter. Next chapter Harry will go to Diagon Alley, to get his school supplies, and after that Hogwarts! Hope you enjoy please read and review.

Disclaimer: Look at chapter 1 Vanishings.

Diablos

Harry Potter now age 10 and week from his eleventh birthday was running again. It seemed no matter where he went, he was always running. The difference this time was that he was doing the chasing.

Shortly after learning about being a wizard, Shiva and Odin sat him down and talked about what he would be learning up until he got his letter. His letter. His Hogwarts letter had not yet come, he was expecting it any day now, but seeing as he was always moving it might be a bit hard for the letter to reach him.

Bahamut had pulled him aside quickly after his eighth birthday and along with the rest of his family told him what being a Summoner actually entailed. Apparently his family could not move into the living realm except on very unique occasions, and even then it was quick, and often times in the midst of trouble. Bahamut had told him that his fellow subjects, most of them had been bound on earth and were waiting for someone to free them. This was Harry's job, at least one of them. Another was defeating Voldemort, but they would not tell him why until later, only that he was the only chance the world had, and that Voldemort was a very bad man.

Bahamut's subjects were imprisoned and although often times one would enter into the Dark Realm, the place where he and his family lived, only one other could pass between realms and that was his bodyguard. He met his bodyguard shortly after first arriving at the Castle of the Spirit Lord. When asked who the spirit lord was he was surprised by the answer.

"Whose the spirit lord ma?" Harry asked Shiva, who had in all reality become like a mother to him, she and Odin were like the mother and father he never knew. Bahamut was like his grandfather(despite being in a younger body) and Griever was like his older brother.

"You are honey." Shiva replied ruffling his hair, she always felt cold, but Harry had gotten used to it.

"I am? Why?" Harry asked eyes-wide after hearing the castle was his.

"It has to do with genetics honey. I'll explain it to you when your older." Shiva replied smiling slightly, and of course Harry dropped it knowing she would never say anything if she did not want to. He just nodded his head and went to study the art of swords with Yojim.

Yojimbo or Yojim for short was his bodyguard, but he was really more like a friend than anything. He had the manner of a serious man, but the tinniest bit of gil would turn him into an obeying servant. Gil was their word for what Wizards called Galleons. Yojim was a skinny man who had a dog Harry had loved to play with, he was also a master in the arts of martial arts, ninja skills, and fencing. Seeing as he was the only other person who could enter the living side and not have repercussions he would often go with Harry to wherever he decided to go. Seeing as Harry's job was to free the other spirits from their tombs and prisons he watched over him very carefully. His love was trapped somewhere as well.

Shiva, Odin, Griever, Bahamut, and Yojimbo were all what the other spirits (ghosts, poltergeists, wraiths, and phantoms) called fayth. Harry had never bothered to find out why his adoptive family were called fayth, for the same reason he never asked why ghosts were called ghosts; it was just a name, and they were called fayth because when they had been alive that is what the mortals had called him.

Harry shook his head out of his thoughts and quickly phased through the wall in front of him. Set back on the task of capturing the rogue spirit.

That was one of the major side effects had received for staying with the fayth, he began to develop part of their powers, he later found out that he was part fayth, part human, they would say no more though. Some of the special abilities he received was the ability to phase through walls like the ghosts were able, make himself solid or gassy and transparent, like poltergeists, he cut of a limb at will and it would grow back within a few days(still hurt though), he could speak to spirits, any spirit he wished, at anytime just by asking them to come. Being part fayth and the spirit lord(by being part human) caused all other spirits to obey him like he was their king, which in all actuality he was. If one did not become a spirit, and they had gone to the dead realm he could temporarily summon them upon whim in spirit form for a total of three days to speak with them. He did this very rarely as it took a lot of power and effort. He had to be careful what he thought and wished for if he didn't who knew who would end up in front of him.

The five fayth had trained him as best they knew in the art of him being spirit lord, magic however they only taught him a few spells saying he was going to Hogwarts for a reason. They preferred to have him fight with weapons, arms, or summons, so he was not too far ahead of the other students. Bahamut had first began teaching him about actual summons on his tenth birthday, and when in the real world, away from any witnesses he discovered what summoning was.

Bahamut had told him to create a staff, the best he could with all materials he could think of, this entailed a quick journey through Diagon Alley, but after learning he was a changeling (Bahamut said Metamorphmagus) he had been able to enter the wizarding world quite easily. Yojimbo at his side at all times. No one recognized who he was, his disguise was perfect. When he entered Hogwarts he would actually have to reveal his identity, and the fact he was alive, as much as he would have liked it kept secret.

One of the books he had picked up in a store had mentioned the history of the great Harry Potter and his nemesis Lord Voldemort. It went on in detail about everything up till when he had vanquished him as a baby, and even up to his disappearance now believed dead. From what he heard about the wizarding world everyone was afraid of Voldemort's name and only one or two people were known to say it, and yet here this book was; written by an anonymous author with the title 'The Fall of Lord Voldemort'. He purchased the book to find out more about him and Voldemort, he also bought a book of the 'Wizarding World Today' a book written only a year after his disappearance. He had left Diagon Alley with a small smile on his face, he had fooled the wizarding world. He created his staff shortly afterwards.

His first fayth he had released was the fayth called Phoenix. Phoenix was a very gorgeous young woman looking about eighteen years old. She became his older sister, almost right after being released, getting him in trouble with the villagers. He was very surprised to discover that she could travel with him, taking the form of a phoenix while in the world of the mortals. After freeing her he practiced summoning her, there were two things he could do, a summon which would pull her from wherever she was to him, or a summoning.

When he had first summoned he was extremely surprised, he gripped his staff in his hand and twirled once, Yojimbo making suggestions that he learn to do so faster and to defend himself while doing so, and after three twirls he hit the staff to the ground. A light shot of the staff towards the sky and the air brightened, the area around him was lit on fire, and he could feel his body warm up with love. Then through the fires a form appeared a gigantic phoenix who healed him immediately from any serious injuries inflicted by magical means (including poisoning). He learned later that she could also revive the dead, if it was within one hours time. A young girl with flaming red hair had been hit by a muggle automobile, he had rushed to her side and quickly summoned Phoenix(Flare she liked to be called) and revived her, the girl seeing a small hint of his scar, before he vanished. He never found out what happened to the girl.

Harry seeing his pray at last leaped and tackled the fayth to the ground, this fayth was his latest he released, and his second. It was the fayth Diablos. A man with very vampiric qualities and a pale face, and white fangs. He wore a large black cloak about him to hide his wings. When Harry summoned him he took the form of a demon and called forth and sometimes took control of dark creatures. He was not able to kill however, he could injure and torture as much as possible and could try to kill all he wanted, but he wasn't able. This infuriated Diablos the most, and Harry was sure if he had been given the power to kill he would have used it and wiped out many of the poor muggles and magic-folk. Thankfully he couldn't and was thus now bound to the spirit world. He had been posing as a regular muggle doing horrible deeds, trying in vain to kill someone, but Harry had found him and fought with him. Eventually winning and sending him where he could not hurt the innocent. He like any fayth Harry rescued was bound by a vow and had to serve his wish no matter what. Even if it meant saving a life. He did not like Harry and Harry and the other fayth knew it, but knew he could not do anything less he break the vow and spend eternity in the void.

The void. It was the one place all spirits feared, and the fayth were included in this. The worst spirits, mortals, and dead were sent there as punishment for truly horrible deeds. If and when Harry eventually killed Voldemort, Voldemort would be sent there without a doubt. In it he would face his greatest fears over and over again, be tortured for eternity by those he had killed. If Voldemort was as bad as Harry had been told he believed it was a fitting fate for such a dark creature.

Pondering this Harry briefly wondered if Diablos would be able to control Voldemort, he was still thinking when the dark ball of energy hit his chest. He screamed in pain.

Diablos, while Harry had been reflecting on past events, had taken this opportunity to turn the tide, Harry was after him as part of his training, Diablos agreed to this because of the vow and a chance to torture his 'master'. He smirked nastily at Harry and threw another ball of dark energy at him.

Harry sensing the oncoming assault of dark magic quickly twisted out of the way smirking slightly to himself hearing Diablos rage and cursing. He quickly spun around and got himself to his feet.

"You caught me by surprise. But, I'm ready this time, Die." Harry said using his nickname for Diablos. Of course this infuriated Diablos who took understood the meaning behind the word. Die. The one thing he couldn't cause people to do.

"We'll see if you're ready brat. Dark-" Diablos was cut off from completing one of his most powerful attacks, by the sword swinging at his head. Cursing to himself he too drew a sword. His sword was large and heavy dark as night and red as blood.

Diablos swung his sword wildly at Harry's head causing him to easily be able to dodge it. Harry side stepped. Parried. Stepped back. Side step. Parry. Rush. Swing. Clang. The sound of the two metal swords hitting against each other reverberated through the room. Thus began a wild dance of swordsmanship, one would parry, Diablos would try to fly overhead, Harry would knock him out of the sky. Diablos would curse and then swing wildly, missing Harry and being hit in either the leg or wing by Harry's sword. Harry was by far the better of the two at using a sword.

This went on for a good two hours, both locked in battle. One immortal with the lack of the ability to kill, causing the other to become immortal as well. Two immortals locked in battle, they would have gone on for quite some time more, neither willing to surrender to the other, but that was not to be the case as Flare appeared before them.

"Stop! That is enough! Diablos go sulk in a corner or something, I have to talk to Harry here a moment. Diablos glared at her, his eyes trying to drill holes through her heart.

"You know it won't work, just leave already!" Glaring one last time at her, he stomped away cursing angrily about stupid know-it-all brats.

"What is it you want sis?" Harry asked catching his breathe from the fight.

"Oh nothing big. Just that you need to get ready to leave with Yojim and I for Diagon Alley." Flare said monotonously.

"Huh? How come? Is it another fayth?" Harry asked, silently praying it was not.

"Nope." She said smirking.

"No? Then what is it?"

"Just something about a letter. An owl dropped it off at your room in the Leaky Cauldron." She said watching his expression.

"What? Who would know where to find me? No one knows who-" Harry cut himself off realizing who and what had come. "You mean my Hogwarts letter finally arrived?"

Flare nodded and grinned.

"Then what are we waiting for let's go." Harry said before disappearing in flash of light, Flare quickly flamed over, still shaking her head in amusement as she arrived in Harry's room at the Leaky Cauldron.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, Harry is starting school soon, and yes he only knows how to summon two fayth at the moment, he will earn more over time, the ones he has now are Phoenix(Flare) and Diablos. He has not learned how to summon any of his family yet, and won't at all in this story. Also Harry's sorting will be unique, you can vote for his house however, as all will be heard. (snickers softly) As said above two chapters until Hogwarts. Please read and review.