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Harry Potter and the American Way

Chapter 3- The truth behind His Heritage

"Mr Potter, the headmaster has requested your presence at your earliest convenience as it pertains to your housing over the summer." His head of house said as she pulled him aside after he had finished his breakfast. "Ok, professor. I'll head up to his office right away, and I do wonder what's going on this summer. I do hope that it does mean that I'm not returning to the Dursleys'." The raven-haired teenager said in response and whispered the final part. "Well then, now that is dealt with Mr Potter. The current password for the gargoyle is Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, and the headmaster is currently in his office." The elderly Scottish professor called over her shoulder as she turned away and headed for the staff table.

The thirteen-year-old wizard made his way to the gargoyle corridor, which is located on the second floor; his destination was the sapient gargoyle. Said teenager was about to utter the password to the large ugly Stone gryphon, which acts as the headmasters' office's guardian, when it suddenly stepped aside, granting him access to the stairs leading to the entry portal headmasters' office.

The emerald-eyed teen climbed the flight of stairs and stopped at the door, took a deep breath and prepared to knock on the door when the voice of the aged headmaster called out from the other side. "You may enter, Harry. We have much to discuss before you depart these hallowed halls come the morning." The silver-haired headmaster waited until his young charge had sat down. "We face the issue due to the mighty Patronus you recently cast having awakened a dormant set of powers that originates from the Potter lineage; this set of abilities have laid slumbering since the roman empire. I've been researching your mothers' magical origins, and by doing this, I have discovered a reference to a Titus Bellator. Who is referred to as the first Evans; I am bringing this up because both of these sets of powers are tied to the intent behind our spellcasting. I reckon that the Evans family set of powers awakened on that fateful Halloween; it is possible that some aspect of these abilities redirected that killing curse back at its caster." The aged headmaster explained, stopping to take a deep breath and a sip of pumpkin juice that had magically appeared in front of him.

"Now that you know of your genetic affinities. Our dilemma is that with the awakening of your Potter bloodline. You are now eligible to become lord Potter. Still, this title means that you are considered an adult in the magical world. This title has activated the two marriage contracts, stipulating that the Potter/Evans in question must have started the familiar bloodlines. In this scenario, young Harry. You have both of these affinities, which means both of the contracts. Tomorrow I shall be escorting you to Gringotts so that you can lay claim to your lordship rings as well as a more profound affinity and parentage test than anything we here at Hogwarts can offer." The bearded professor said as he once again took a breath and a gulp of pumpkin juice.

"Now then, Harry, my boy. I know I have thrown a lot of information at you this fine morning. However, I have three questions for you: what does your magic feel like when you cast a spell? Before I ask my final two inquires, you could answer my first question if you don't mind, Harry." Dumbledore half stated, half asked the teenager sitting in front of him. The teenager appeared to be lost in his thoughts but was quickly snapped out of his thoughts by a slight cough from Albus.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I was trying to process everything you have just told me in the last hour and a half; well, the answer to your question. When I'm casting any spell, it feels like a flowing river, but as it courses through my arm as it heads for my wand. It hits multiple barriers, which could be viewed as a dam in this scenario." The now nervous raven-haired wizard answered, trailing off at the end due to worrying about what this line of questioning could mean for his magical health.

Albus dumbledore nodded his head in acknowledgement, all the while a slight smile adjourned his face. "Ok then, my follow up question is, does this metaphorical dam feel like it's stemming the flow of your magic or just dampening the final result? Now my last question is how would you like to spend the summer overseas with Sirius, Remus, Myself and another guest? However, as I have mentioned the ancient marriage contracts, there is a catch, well they are unbreakable. The location we would be staying at is only a fifteen to thirty minutes journey away from our summer home. So would you be willing to try and see them, and what could be?" The powerful wizard said in a soft but authoritative tone.

"To answer your first question, professor. The dam is only dampening the final result. Sir, I would love to spend the summer away from the Dursleys and enjoy spending time with yourself, Sirius, Remus and the other guest. I shall happily accept the marriage contracts as it means a bigger family. As you said, they are unbreakable, so I might as well accept them, the family thing is a benefit, but I will gladly and happily spend time getting to know my fellow contract holders." The emerald-eyed teenaged wizard said with conviction and a burning passion.

"I am glad to hear that you are going to give the contracts a go; I shall see you in the morning. Oh, Harry, before you leave my boy, I wouldn't mention either the contracts or the magical affinities to anyone for now, and yes, that does include Mr Weasley and Mrs Granger." The bearded headmaster said insincerity as his raven-haired charge headed towards the door leading back to the staircase.

The teenager was so busy sorting through his emotions and thoughts on everything he had learned in the previous two and a half hours. He blinked a few times and realised that he was already at the Fat Ladies portrait. "Scurvy Cur", Harry whispered to the picture, which swung open, granting him entry into the Gryffindor Common room. The teenager spotted his friends sitting on the sofa nearest the fireplace upon entering the warmly lit room, "Harry, where have you been? We've been looking all over the place for you; I checked the library whilst Ronald was in the great hall as per usual. There was a rumour going around that you were summoned to the headmasters' office." A bushy-haired witch exclaimed aloud when she saw him.

"Easy, Hermione. I was with the headmaster as he just wanted to talk about the summer holidays as something has come up that means I cannot turn to the Dursleys'. I don't know the precise logistics of the issue; if I knew more than that, I would most likely be telling you right now." The raven-haired teen said in a tone that said, this is all I've got on the matter, as he sat down on the arm of the sofa and stared dead into the fire. The male teenager pulled out his wand and pointed it at the fire as he waved it in an arrow-like motion, and the roaring fire that illuminated the common space immediately extinguished. He quickly flicked the wand out in a movement that resembled a flame as a jet of blue flames erupted from his wand and hit the still glowing logs; soon, the room was bathed in a warm blue glow.

"Harry, two things. One doesn't talk to me that way because you don't treat your friends that way, plus it isn't polite to treat one of your best friends in such a way. Secondly, what does the headmaster have to do with where you are spending your summer holidays, plus what did he have to say about it, use the precise words." The buck-toothed teen said in an authoritative tone that showed no room for argument. Said teenager in question just let out a sigh; he didn't turn around and kept on staring into the flickering blue flames. "I don't want to get into in right now Hermione, I have told you all I want to on this topic; I apologise for snapping; however, I have a lot on my mind right now that I need to sort through. I humbly apologise, but, in some regards, do I know everything that goes on in your life." Harry said in a very tight and frustrated voice.

The now fuming teenager slid off the arm of the sofa and calmly walked over to one of the unoccupied tables, pulled a single sheet of parchment from his rucksack. He sank into a chair at the table and wrote a letter.

Padfoot
Professor Dumbledore told me about my magical affinities earlier today and some other info that I don't want to disclose over the postal owl as it could be intercepted. The professor told me about the summer arrangements; I'm looking forward to hearing more about your time here at Hogwarts and the hijinks that you, Moony and my father got up to whist you went to school here.
I hope you are keeping well and send my regards to Buckbeak.
please look after Hedwig for me as it is a long journey
See you soon
Harry

Once the raven-haired teenager had finished writing his letter, he carefully rolled up the message slipping a small red and gold ribbon around the scroll to tie it shut. Harry strode towards the entryway with another deep breath to calm his nerves. "Harry Potter, where are you going now? We haven't finished our conversation; what did the headmaster say to you." The remaining two members of the golden trio spoke up at once; the red-headed male was the one to say about not finishing their conversation, whilst the buck-toothed witch was still asking about the conversation with the headmaster. The common room suddenly went deathly quiet as tension was slowly building in the air, "listen and listen well, you two. The only thing that I currently have going well in my life is our friendship is vital if I dare use that word. For once, I'm looking forward to my summer holiday as I get to spend time with people who knew my parents and could be classed as family, so please don't push this matter and ruin our tested and true friendship of three years." The now angry raven-haired emerald-eyed teenager said as he quickly left the room out of the entry portrait.

The angry wizard slowly made his way to the owlery, where his ever-faithful owl and first friend resided during the ten months he spent here at Hogwarts. He was strolling because he was trying to let his anger and irritation of how his friends were acting dissipate before he met Hedwig to ask her to deliver the message, he had just written his godfather. However, before he could make it to the tall tower that played host for all the mail owls that the students of Hogwarts utilise for sending mail, a white blur shot from the sky. It landed neatly on his shoulder with an affectionate nip to his ear. "Ah, you have always known when I need comforting, don't you, girl. I want to ask if you don't mind delivering a note to Padfoot when you do stay with him, as I'll be joining you in either a day or two." The teen said softly to the white owl as he stroked her feathers to help calm down.

The emerald-eyed teen turned away from the owlery tower, slowly made his way towards a secluded spot at the shore of the black lake. The teen sank to the ground and just stared out at the calm waters of the lake; he slowly zoned the world around out and focused on sorting through both his emotions and thoughts after everything the headmaster had told him. He might have put a brave face on and told the headmaster that he was happy about the marriage contracts, but to be honest, he didn't know what to think about the matter, but the words he used are still ringing his ears. "I will gladly and happily spend time getting to know my fellow contract holders." He truly meant those words; the main thought going through his mind was I hope that the others are nice and friendly.

The messy-haired teenager was brought back to reality when he sensed someone sitting down next to him. "Where have you been, Harry? No one has seen you for hours, not since your disagreement with Ronald and Hermione." A soft voice said from his right-hand side when he looked to see who had sat down. He was surprised to see a pale-skinned, ash-blonde-haired and blue-eyed teenaged witch wearing red and gold lined robes indicating that she was from the house of the brave. "Lavender, what do you mean that it's been hours? I've only been here as it is peaceful and quiet. I had a lot on my mind that I needed to process; I'm sorry if I have caused any concerns for our housemates." The wizard asked once he realised who it was.

"Well, to be honest, Harry. It has been three hours since we last saw you in the lounge of the Gryffindor tower, you have missed lunch, and it is about ten minutes until dinner. Just know that if you need to talk about anything, we Gryffindors stick together; we disagree with what Hermione and Ronald were doing trying to force you to devolve everything that is going on in your life. If you want to, you can eat dinner with us tonight." One of the gossip queens of the third-year lion's pride said softly, trying to comfort the raven-haired teen. "Thank you, Lavender. That means a lot; I've just been thinking of how my life is just one constant thing one after the other, but hopefully, this summer is going to change that. And yes, please, I would like to get to know my fellow year mates better, as well as the company for dinner, do does sound nice." The scarred teenager responded with a small smile that showed genuine surprise and happiness.

The duo stayed sat there for a further five minutes, occasionally sharing small talk, but soon they got up and dusted off their uniforms and made their way to the great hall. Muffled conversations could be heard coming from the gathering of students having their share of chats and gossip; the duo arrived and sat down with Lavender's fellow third-year gossip queen of the lion's pride. The dinner went quickly and was very enjoyable for the spectacled thirteen-year-old; the sextupled chatted amongst themselves as they slowly made their way back to the common room. The gallant third-year male Gryffindor bid farewell to his fellow year mates as he made his way to the third-year boys' dormitory; when he reached his four-poster bed, he stripped out of his everyday wear donned his nightwear. Pulled the curtains tight around his bed and closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into a deep slumber.

The next day dawned; the courageous teen quickly doubled checked his trunk; once he was happy that everything he didn't need to hand was securely packed away and sorted in the chest did he make his way to the great hall for a light breakfast as he didn't know what the day would bring. Shortly after finishing his hearty meal consisting of three sausages, a singular fried tomatoes, and two slices of toast slathered in marmalade was the teen approached by the bearded-head teacher. "Ah, there you are Harry, I hope you are well this morning and have given everything I said in our previous meeting some deep thoughts. As I mentioned yesterday, once you have had your fill, we shall head on over to Gringotts for an in-depth Heritage test and to remove those magical binds." The blue-eyed professor said as he walked past, having just entered the Great Hall. The teenager ate his breakfast at a leisurely pace as he waited for someone from his house to arrive as he had gotten up early than most of his housemates, be it anyone from his year group or his quidditch teammates.

The teen felt the bench on either side of him sink slightly, indicating that someone had sat down on either side of him, when he looked to see who had joined him for breakfast. He was surprised to see on his left two short but stocky twins, and when he turned to his left, he saw three girls; the first was a brown-eyed blonde witch, the second was a tall ebony-haired brown-eyed witch, and the final person was a dark-skinned, brown-haired brown-eyed witch. This answered his unasked question of who would be having breakfast with him as most of his quidditch family were now at the Gryffindor table.

"Harry, we humbly apologise for our idiotic younger brother; he doesn't think before he speaks and has always liked to have his way." The twins spoke in unison. "That's ok. Gred, Forge. There is nothing to forgive as, yes, they were demanding the information; I possibly could have given a little more information than I did." Harry admitted in earnest. He finished off the last of his buttered toast and quickly made his way up to the teachers' table. "Professor Dumbledore, I wanted to inform you that I am ready whenever you are next available; I have some things I want to write, so I'll stay over at the Gryffindor table; just let me know when you are ready." The teenager let the bearded professor know before heading back to his fellow teammates.

Half an hour later, the white-haired headmaster rose from his position at the head table and slowly but gracefully made his way between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables; this very motion drew the attention of the early rising students. "Harry, my boy. I am ready for our trip to Gringotts, so we can be off right now if that works for you unless, of course, you have suddenly made other plans." Albus said with a hint of glee, tinging his otherwise well-spoken and riddle free speech. "I'm ready right now, professor; if I may ask, how are we travelling to Diagon Alley this morning?" The teenager asked as he stood up from the bench and neatly packed away his parchment and quill set and followed the headmaster out of the great hall and out into the Viaduct Courtyard, where he spotted the familiar red and gold plumage that belongs to the magnificent phoenix Fawkes. The duo made their way to the large magical avian creature and disappeared in a flash of flames.

The teacher and student reappeared in a small side alley of Diagon Alley in a flash of reddish-orange flames; the duo slowly made their way up the high street without a word being uttered amongst themselves. They soon arrived at the snow-white multistorey marble building with the message:
'Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there

This message was engraved upon the second pair of doors that leads into the goblin run bank, and the bearded headteacher stepped forward towards the nearest teller station. "Excuse me, my noble goblin. My young charge here requires an affinity check and a block removal. We also need to include the enhanced confidentiality package due to my charges well-known name."The white-haired teacher says in a string of rattling, guttural noises that the emerald-eyed teen couldn't understand. A short fade cut military-styled white-haired goblin with beady narrowed eyes peered past the brightly dressed elder. And focused on the more diminutive stature that was the elders' charge; he quickly spotted the world-famous scar that adjourns the wizard's forehead. The nameplate on the teller station read as Nagrig

Nagrig nodded, hopping down off his station. He disappeared down a side passage. He returned, flanked by two heavily armed and armoured guards five minutes later. The guards wore intricately crafted silver amour and carried short swords sheathed at their side. "Lord Dumbledore, Heir Potter. Please follow us; we have been ordered to escort you to meet with high king Kruggrast the third; it is urgent as recently a dormant vault has reawakened. It is suspected that your charges blocks and this event could be tied together. Our highness shall explain in greater detail." The armoured goblin on the left of Nagrig said in the guttural sounds that Harry was associating with the language of the goblins.

The two armoured goblin guards quickly escorted the two wizards and the teller down the side passage they had emerged from only moments ago. Harry was surprised that the small passageway was relatively short, and at the other end was a large dark wood door with engravings of all types of battles and weapons. "That door, Harry my boy, is made from Bocote wood. It is one of the most expensive types of wood in the world. It is rumoured that the royal lineage of the goblin race has bought out a vast stock of this particular wood, follow my lead with what to do." The bearded teacher whispered to his charge when he saw him admiring the door. The two goblin guards pushed the doors open to reveal a richly decorated throne room in deep purples and greens. A goblin sat on a throne in the middle of the room; the goblin had long white hair pulled back in a tight braid and a short beard with two braids on either side of the chin; golden beads decorated the braids. The guards dropped to one knee in a dignified bow; Professor dumbledore nudged the messy-haired teenager as he too performed a dignified bow to show his respect to the goblin king of Britain; Harry mimicked the long-bearded professors' actions.

Teller Nagrig stepped forward in broken English and said, "I introduce you to the king of the English goblins Kruggrast the third. He has much to discuss with the two of you. We shall be using translation spells for these formalities to ensure that everything can be understood without mistakes. A loud cough echoed around the chamber; this drew everyone's attention towards the throne and the bearded goblin as he sat up straighter in his throne. "Ah, Nagrig. I see you brought Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and Hadrian James Potter. I too sense that the young lord has awakened both of his familiar bloodlines. This can only mean that the four ancient legendary beasts are in the process of awakening." King Kruggrast declared once all the formalities had been given. He waved his hands around in a complex pattern that the two humans in the room had a hard time following; barely noticeable runes engraved in the room glowed in an off-white colour for a moment before fading.

"Your highness, Kruggrast, may I ask what you mean by four ancient legendary beasts are awakening? Is it to do with the fact that young harry has recently awakened the potters' pure intent affinity?" Albus asked, genuinely confused as he hadn't come across any reference to legendary creatures in all of his research into his young charge's family lineage. He wondered if they acted as familiars or guards like the goblins utilise dragons to guard the older families' vaults; he knew that neither the Potters' or Evans' hold an ancient vault here, only keeping it a smaller monetary vault. "You would be correct, Mr Dumbledore; they are awakening due to the young lord rekindling the long-dormant flame of the potters' and Evans' family's intent-based affinity. The creatures tied directly into guarding the tomb of the first Potter are a Raijū and a Runespoor, whilst the animals that are recorded to be protecting the crypt of the first Evans are a Manticore and Chimera." The royal goblin answers as he looks over a piece of parchment.

"My king, Mr Dumbledore, has requested that the young lord partakes in an affinity test to see what other abilities he may have along with a deeper heritage test. If you would like, I can administer both of these tests right now, and I have to admit that I am quite curious to see what families the young lord holds the rights to," Nagrig says as he rummages in a small pouch that is attached to his belt. "Yes, go ahead and perform the tests, Teller Nagrig. Now that you mention it, I want to see if a theory of mine is correct as well as if a family I think is tied to the Evans' line is also correct." The regal-looking goblin states as he leans forward, paying attention to the younger goblin, who typically acts as a teller in the front of the bank. The short-haired goblin stepped forward, looking purely at the youngest human in the room with two pieces of parchment and a small knife. "Please present your dominant hand, young lord. The tests that your guide has requested requires two drops of blood for the affinity test and a further three drops for the heritage test." The ebony-haired teen presented his right hand to the goblin after hearing what the bank teller said; the goblin sliced the teens' hand with a blade when two drops of blood landed on the first sheet of parchment, it was rapidly absorbed, and writing appeared on it. Three drops of blood dripped from the teens' hand and landed on the second piece of parchment much like the first one; it was quickly absorbed, and writing appeared.

Teller Nagrig gave the paper a quick once over and then motioned for the royal goblin to descend from the throne and look over the parchment. "Mr Dumbledore, young lord. Please look at these results, and I think you will be sufficiently surprised by them. King Kruggrast' hunch was correct, and then some, this heritage map gives a clear picture of how the Evans' family survived its purge from the roman empire." The teller said to the teacher and student; the group slowly made their way to one of the tables off to one side of the room. When they looked over the first of the documents, it read as:

Heritage Test
Harrison James Potter
Born 31st July 1980 [5:00]
Parents; James Fleamont Potter (Father) Lily Jade Potter [nee Evans] (Mother)
Paternal lines:
Potter
Peverell
Black
Marriage Contract- Adalheidis 'Alice' Petra Dyer
Maternal lines:
Evans
Holiday (non-magical)
Empedocles
Marriage Contract- Gloria Madison Ignis-Avem

"Ah, it is just as I expected. It appears a daughter of the Evans line must have been born before the curse of nullification was placed upon their blood. This daughter must have married into the Empedocles line, which was a prolific magical family during the Roman Empire; most of them practised either the art of shamanism or Daemonium. This set this family apart from other magic wielders, and they were some of the strongest warriors around. Eventually, this family married into the non-magical Holiday family. The Empedocles bloodline remained strong in their magic; eventually, a daughter married an Evans. This merging of the two branches broke the nullification curse; the strong affinity for the darker intent magics was only boosted with the intake of Shamanic and Demonic magic." King Kruggrast states as he reads the families that Harry's mother magical lineage hailed from.

Harry could only stare at the parchment as it displays his magical heritage and the name of the other two contract holders. He was also blushing as he thought the names were beautiful and wondered if the girls the terms belonged to were just as beautiful as the names. The bank teller who was dealing with the two humans placed the next sheet of parchment on the table, and it reads as:

Affinity Test
Shamanic Connection Magic
Dark Intent Affinity
Pure Intent Affinity
Alchemy Affinity (Elemental and Seal-Less)- Blocked
Animagus Transformation (Soul Form)- Blocked Partial Broken
Soul fragment detected (Horcrux- Tom Marvolo Riddle

The four humanoids were all stunned at what the document was saying. Dumbledore was utterly shocked as he knew that his young charge was powerful but nowhere near this level of magical strength. He now needed to arrange for his mentor to help him teach young Harry, especially with his apparent affinity towards the alchemical arts. He didn't know what the soul form for an Animagus transformation was, but he hoped that the two closest friends of the boys' parents would understand that term and what it entails. "Young lord, now that it has been confirmed that you have awakened your families' affinities, you are eligible for your lordships now. Do you accept the responsibility that comes with this role?" The royally dressed goblin asks the young teenager in front of him. "Yes, your majesty, I do accept my role as Lord Potter and Lord Evans and everything that the role entails!" The teenager says with determination and unwavering resolve. The king of the goblins within Britain gestured towards the teller, who nodded and left the chamber;he shortly returned with another goblin who had a stylised spiky dyed red hair. "This goblin is the Potter and now the Evans family account manager, his name is Filkrus, and his family has served the potters since they came to these soils. Filkrus, the young lord, has been determined eligible for the lordship rings, so please go and fetch both of these head of house rings from the archives." The king says as he indicates to the spiky-haired goblin as he turns his attention to said accountant, who bows to the king and young lord before hurrying out of the chamber only to return in roughly 5 minutes carrying two small boxes. He placed the ornate red box with brass hinges, and the other box was a pale white with ornate gold hinges; the goblin opened the red box and turned it around to show a golden ring with a regal stag engraved upon a diamond. The dyed-haired goblin opened the pale wooden box to reveal an ornate black metal ring, a spread-winged eagle biting a wand was carved upon the ruby in the centre of the ring.

"The golden ring is the Potters ring. The Sigel was changed back in the mid-17th century by your ancestor Ralston, who wanted the family to remember where it came from by honouring your ancestor Linfred of Stinchcombe. The Stag is to honour Linfred and the Crown to show its place within the Roman Empire." The Potter accountant explains the symbolism of the young lords' paternal heritage."The Evans' family ring is forged from black tungsten with a Thai ruby in the centre. The winged eagle was the proud symbol of the Roman Empire as it means Strength, Courage and Immortality, which are all aspects that the Evans' family values and became even more so as time went on. When I say immortality, I don't necessarily mean immortal beings but immortality through writings, practices and creations. The potter ring goes on your non-dominant hand whilst the Evans ring goes on your dominant hand." The new Evans family account manager explained to the teenager as he motioned for him to put the rings on; professor Dumbledore watched his young charge take up the mantles of Lordship that were his birthright with a proud smile on his face.

"Harry, my boy. Our visit is nearly over. However, before myself and some others can start to train you properly. We need to have the blocks on some of your affinities removed." The wise wizard says to his young companion as the teller motions for the two humans to follow him out of the kings' meeting chambers. The wizarding duo was led deeper into the caverns of the Gringotts, eventually arriving at an expansive room with an intricate circle engraved into the floor. "My lord Evans-Potter, if you would take off your shirt and lay down in the centre of the circle. The magic of the ritual chamber shall erase any blocks and tainted magic upon your person." An elderly balding goblin with a floor-length pointed beard wearing pristine white and gold robes. The raven-haired youth followed the goblin celebrant's instructions and shrugged off his school shirt showing off a leanly muscled form honed from quidditch training and laid down in the centre of the ritual circle. The goblin clapped his hands together, and a stark white glow emits from the engraved circle; unfathomable pain rockets through the teenager as he lets out a scream of agony, the suffering the teen went through was too much, and he passed out.

A pair of emerald eyes fluttered open only to be blinded by the bright sunlight shining through the bedroom window; Harry gently sat up in the large luxurious double bed and looked around. He suddenly realised that he wasn't wearing his trademark glasses; looking around the room, three doors were leading out of the room; one of these doors was made from glass and could be seen to be leading to a balcony, the other two doors, the teen didn't know where they led too. The teen could see the room was decorated in a light shade of grey on three of the four walls; the final wall was painted in vivid forest green. An ornate wooden chest of drawers was positioned against one of the grey walls, with a matching wardrobe placed next to it. A desk made from the same wood was positioned under the large bay window letting in the light; one of the two remaining mystery doors slowly opened, and a man that the messy-haired youth recognised stepped into the room with a big smile on his face.