JK Rowling Owns Harry Potter and all the Supporting characters from that universe.
FASA Owns Earthdawn
FASA Owns Shadowrun
Most of the Mages in this story as well as Oak Heart are from either FASA or Earthdawn.
ϡ - To prevent confusion, conversations in French will start and end with ϡ. Reminder: Harry learned French from his mother's incarnation as she wanted him to attend Beauxbatons. Not everyone speaks French, and there will be a few folks that struggle without translation charms.
Note, spells verbalized will be in Bold and in Quotations. Spells cast silently will not be Bold and will be between apostrophes.
"Protego!" = Vocalized
'Protego!' = Silent
Parseltongue is designated with §"Italic Script"§
A quick note on Power levels and Mages. I had a question about this and I keep changing my thoughts. Basically, Mages are all about 3-5 times as powerful as the average Witch or Wizard. The ones that train intensely and push themselves are at the high and of the 'power' spectrum. Note that pushing your magical core until it is 4-5 times as powerful as normal does not equate to becoming a combat powerhouse. Dumbledore and Voldemort were at the 5X level, and that's about as high as it gets. The spell knowledge makes them seem a lot higher than they really are. Their skill in combat and dueling is why they were so famous.
Most Mages can defend themselves to a degree, but they pursue other interests. Not everyone is passionate about combat. Certainly not in a way that lasts hundreds of years. Harry has the benefit of having received two 'Incarnations' giving him access to a great amount of knowledge as well as the massive knowledge that came with the 'Master of Death' title. He is basically starting out way ahead of the curve. Given his raw power and the fact that he has been in training his entire life (well, since 11 anyway), he is in the top tier for power and combat skill among mages. I really don't think there is a point to measuring out and estimating who is more powerful at that level.
Please note that skill does not equal life experience. Knowing how to fight is important, but the Mages Harry dealt with know so much more about just living and managing their lives. In that regard, Harry has a lot to learn. Of course, Harry is smart enough to surround himself with others to make up for his weakness.
—Casting Shadows—
Chapter 22 To Best Friends
Delacour Manor
August 11, 2001
2PM
Harry slowly woke up and found he was wrapped up by his familiar. She had grown so much in the last year. She was wrapped around his arm and had two heads on a pillow with the third was draped over the top of his head. He didn't have to wonder, he knew it was Selene. He even used a shampoo she liked the smell of since she was always in his hair. She sometimes called his rebellious head of hair 'snake feathers'.
Harry then noticed a weight on the bottom of the bed. Looking up, he saw Teddy had joined him for a nap and off to the side, Catherine was looking out the window. This was nice. This was family. He wondered if he had pressured Ginny too much and driven her away. He didn't wonder long, he knew it was the case. He just needed to look at what he had as opposed to what people tell him he should have.
On paper, Harry was a single man with a few close friends. In his heart, he has a close and loving family. His familiar is more like a set of triplet teenage daughters, always up to crazy antics. Catherine is his daughter in spirit and magic and he needs to spend more time with her. Teddy is his son. Completely. Andromeda is his mum who was there for him when he needed her and vice versa. Bill is his older brother who has always been there for him. Without Bill, no telling where he would have ended up. Fleur is his older sister and frequently smacks him on the back of the head when he is impetuously self-destructive. Arthur Weasley, who he hasn't seen him in months, is like a father. So kind and gentle. No one would suspect the man of having a brutal temper when his family is in jeopardy.
So, what was Gabby? He always saw her as a little sister, but she didn't seem so little anymore. The way the elements sang to her… He knew she was his apprentice. That took priority over any other possible feelings. Still, did he intentionally sabotage it before anything may have started? And why was he suddenly thinking about Daphne so much? Ha! He knew the answer to that! The witch was amazing. Well… You can't date an employee, but was she an employee?
According to the contract, she was more like a representative from a family that was seeking an alliance. Maybe it would be OK to ask her out. Still, he didn't want to come across as a creep. Harry decided to have a talk with Andromeda about it. And maybe Selene. Selene understands girls so much better than he does.
His thoughts slowly shifted to the topic he was trying not to think about. The new group of Mages. His potentially extended life… Who would want to marry someone that would still be reasonably young when they grow old and die? Did he really want to outlive Teddy? Was this one of the reasons Albus had so few real friends? So many questions. Well, he could address them over brunch tomorrow.
He slowly extracted himself and moved Teddy up to his spot on the bed. That way Selene would have a mop of hair to snuggle into. He gently kissed Teddy's head, then Selene, then Hecate. He passed on Artemis as she get so angry in the morning. Best not to upset her. He went over to Catherine and whispered that he wanted to spend more time with her today. She seemed to brighten up at the idea.
He went into the bathroom and took a very long and very steamy shower. He reviewed in his mind the events of when he returned to the manor early that morning.
Andromeda had really lit into him when he got back and he was in no mood for it. Not after the emotional rollercoaster he had just been on. He had snapped back and they had a huge row over it all. He definitely told Pipsey to relay the message that he would be out late. He knew she did it, too. He had reminded Andromeda that he was twenty one and capable of having an all-nighter if he wanted. It spiraled on from there. He seemed to recall Neville saying his Gran had a similar argument with him once. Inspiring him to move out.
Time to face the music. He finished his shower and had a nice shave. It was easy when there's not much to shave… He towel-dried his hair and just went with the wild look. He put on something basic. Without Kreacher, he always defaulted to simple attire. It's safer that way.
White Oxford button down, nice pair of jeans – non distressed, and brown wig tips. Kreacher had 'forgotten' to pack his loafers. Considering that he was a guest, he added a solid green tie. He almost grabbed a blazer, but wasn't in the mood. Then he thought of Daphne and grabbed it. It was the one with the 'Black Family Crest buttons that Kreacher preferred. When did he start caring so much about his presentation? Daphne…
He tiptoed out of his room without waking anyone. Catherine followed him, but checked on Teddy before leaving. Apparently, the two had bonded. Coming down the stairs, Harry checked the time. Nearly three in the afternoon. He had slept the day away. He decided to face the music and went into the main parlor. There he saw Andromeda talking to Apolline Delacour.
Harry approached the pair, ϡ"Good morning, I'm sorry I slept so late. I hope it didn't cause any problems." ϡ He realized after the fact that he should have said 'good afternoon'.
Apolline smiled, ϡ "None what-so-ever, Harry. It is good to see you enjoying the night life of France! How were the Flamels?"ϡ
ϡ"They were fine. It was actually a party in my honour. Apparently we're distantly related. I wish they had sent a formal invitation. I could have done without the 'surprise aspect of the party. I almost started hexing people." He then just shrugged. "Is Daphne around?"ϡ
Andromeda coolly answered, ϡ"She went to have lunch with her friend, Tracey. You missed her by about two hours."ϡ
Harry nodded. Deciding to just get it over with, ϡ"I'm sorry I was a 'bear' last night. My date was terrifying and the party was… unusual. You mentioned that mages age differently, can you tell me more some time. Apparently I am now a part of some big mage family."ϡ
Andromeda picked up on his concern and dropped the 'Lady Black' act. ϡ "Do you want to talk about it, Harry?"ϡ
Apolline excused herself so they could talk privately. with her departure, they switched back to English.
"Yes, very much. I'm having brunch tomorrow with my new 'mentor' from the 'mage family'. Apparently, there are mages scattered around the world and I'm somehow related to them." Seeing the look of skeptical disbelief on Andromeda's face, he added, "Yeah, I could feel their power. They were what they claimed. Most aren't fighters though. Just really powerful Wizards and Witches."
'So, why didn't they contact you sooner? Why didn't they help us when we needed them?" She was asking the same question he had.
"I'll fill you in, but it has to stay confidential. You too Catherine!" He added the last bit with a grin. Harry had figured out that Catherine likes to fade away and listen in. She is one mischievous little spirit. "But first, maybe we can get some food. I'm starving."
They went into the informal dining area and the house elves brought him simple food. Without Daphne around, he felt foolish for wearing the blazer. He filled Andromeda in on the conversation. She picked up on the whole 'Outlive your children' distress Harry was feeling.
"Well, I have quite a few questions for your new mentor. But really, Harry, this doesn't change anything." Seeing the surprise on Harry's face, she added, "So you live a long time and have a huge number of years ahead of you, that doesn't mean you have to stop living in the present."
Harry nodded. That was similar to the advice Messias and Oak Heart had given him. 'Live your life'. 'Embrace your family'. Of course, Andromeda just said it, the other two talked around it.
"Listen, Mum. I'm sorry for the way I snapped when I came home. I was out of line. I'm glad there are people that care for me, and I regret taking it for granted." Catherine ran her translucent hand over Harry's arm. It tingled.
"Thank you for saying that, Harry. Truthfully, I overreacted. Losing my husband and daughter has made me more… protective of who I have left." Now Harry felt like a heel. Of course she was protective. Just like he was.
"You know I love you, right?" Harry needed to reassure her.
Andromeda just smiled. "I know, son. I know." She took his hand and Catherine lay her hand over the both of theirs. She wasn't really solid, but they could feel the cool and tingly influence of the spirit child's hand. For a spirit that didn't speak English, she seemed to keep up.
Gathering his courage, Harry took the conversation into another direction. "One more question. But this is going to be a long one… How do you feel about Daphne?"
Andromeda was a skilled occlumens. It took all her skill not to smile broadly.
—Casting Shadows—
Le Narcisse Blanc Hotel and Spa
7th Arrondissement
Paris France
Saturday 5PM
Hermione Granger settled into her hotel room. Her mother was planning to join her tomorrow and they were going to spend the week in Paris. She had decided to take a week off after the whole Garden Gnome fiasco. She really needed to re-appraise her life and decide where she wanted to go. She also wanted to meet up with Harry at some point. Lots of conflicting thoughts there, but she wanted to meet up and see if there were any lingering pull on her heartstring.
She had enjoyed a lunch with Ron at the Weasley's where they celebrated Ginny's birthday. It was such a busy and chaotic affair. Molly waited at least two hours before bringing up Harry. Ginny shut down at that point and everyone squirmed around awkwardly. Angelina was taking heat over some article. And Fleur couldn't wait to talk about how Gabrielle was going to be Harry's next apprentice. Fleur knew how to draw blood… It all went south from there.
Hermione arrived and checked into her room. She was now just relaxing in the room. Her parents favored this hotel and she was very comfortable here. Fleur told her that Harry was at the Delacour manor and she had sent an owl asking to meet up for dinner. Hopefully, Harry would be available. If not, she would just enjoy Paris on her own. Ron had hinted at coming over for the night, but Hermione lied and said her mum was arriving soon. She hated lying, but until she was 100% sure about her feelings for Harry, it just seemed wrong.
She knew Harry had been in a huge battle with the followers of some dark lord or another. She also knew, thanks to Ron, that the ERM (Equal Rights for Muggleborn) had been the recruiting tool for this organization. That alone shocked Hermione. She had been to a few ERM meetings and it had always consisted of non-violent and intellectually driven discussions. Whenever anyone got out of hand, they were taken aside and asked to leave. Now, it appears they had been asked to join in a different and radicalized version of the ERM. For some reason, Ron really wanted to know if she had ever attended any overnight conventions. He seemed very relieved when she said she had not.
Based on Ron's description, Harry had a rough time of it, but managed to save a half dozen influential Witches. Or as Ron had put it, 'Pureblood Princesses'. There was a lot that Ron refused to share, but Hermione got enough out him to know that Harry was pretty messed up in the fight and had managed to heal himself of any lasting effects. Apparently, it had been close.
Well, hopefully she would hear back soon. Otherwise, she would just go out and have fun on her own.
—Casting Shadows—
Delacour Manor
4:30 PM
ϡ"No. Oh, please say it isn't so." ϡ Harry was looking at the latest edition of Witch Weekly. The one that featured his life. He had Daphne, Andromeda, Appoline and Padma all in the room with him. Gabrielle was out with friends and Bill and Fleur went to Ginny's birthday lunch.
Daphne and Padma were watching both Harry and Andromeda read the article. It was one of the most painful things Daphne had ever seen. Outside of watching students under the cruciatus at school, that is. Andromeda looked to be far more shocked and upset than Harry. She must have had no idea how bad Harry's life had been. She was on the verge of tears. Harry was mortified to a level that Daphne hadn't seen him reach since… well, since Hogwarts.
Andromeda's eyes flashed with fury. ϡ"Don't worry, Harry. By the time our lawyers are done, Witch Weekly will be a distant memory. Slanderous sons of bitches!" She was in 'Lady Black' mode and it was frightening and terrible to behold. How could such a kind witch express such malice? ϡ
Harry sadly shook his head. ϡ "It looks pretty accurate. I think they are actually trying to make me seem… I don't know. Like some kind of 'hero' or something. If the stories are accurate, can we sue them? Do we really want to?" He set the magazine down and quietly said, "I feel like throwing up."ϡ
Andromeda stared at him for a moment. She then looked at Daphne. ϡ"So, it's all true, then. And I'm donating to that horrific school?"ϡ
Catherine slowly materialized. ϡ "Oui, Harry is a hero. To deny it is the slanderous lie. Why is this so bad? Harry Peverell saves the day." Looking up at Harry with sparkling eyes, she adds, "It's what you do. I knew you were a hero when you slew that monster in the catacombs. The one who cut out my heart."ϡ
Now everyone was gaping. Well, not Padma. She knew the events of that day.
Andromeda actually stood up. "When the hell did that happen? Oh sweet Merlin, Harry." Depite being in the Delacour's home, she flashed back to English. Too stunned to maintain her manners even with Appoline in the room.
Harry just shrugged. He was proud of freeing Catherine and the others. ϡ"What? Scout and Scythe… I think it's pretty transparent. I found a horrible monster – Scout, and I dealt with it - Scythe. Now I have a spirit daughter." ϡ At that he looked at Catherine and smiled.
Daphne spoke up after a few moments of complete silence. ϡ"So, I'll draft a response. I recommend going with a humble approach. Many of the families in Britain will be scandalized. Rather than deal with a lot of painful apologies or denials, let's just nip it in the bud." Seeing Harry and Andromeda both nod, she continued, "First of all, you are a hero. Catherine is right. I'll write a response that basically says you hold no grudges and… Well, I don't know. I look back and still can't believe it all."ϡ
Daphne took a moment and asked, ϡ"Do you hold grudges, Harry? I wouldn't recommend it, but you really could damage a lot of people…" ϡ Andromeda was also looking at him. Yeah, Harry knew not to cross any Slytherin girls.
After thinking about it for a minute, Harry said, ϡ"Yeah, I kind of do. Against a few people. But, it's not doing me any good to hold on to that. The only people I really wish harm to are either dead or still in Azkaban." He suddenly straightened, "Daphne, how much longer before we can get Michael out of there? I never liked that plan, but with Ron rounding up the last of the dissidents…"ϡ
Daphne smiled. She knew Michael had helped Harry during the war, but didn't know if Harry remembered it. ϡ "We are petitioning the Ministry now. He should be out in a week. It's minimum security, so no dementors. Still, it will be good to get him back home." ϡ She didn't say anything about her father having a few road blocks. Mostly families that needed someone to blame.
"Hell no! I'm going to call Kingsley now. I want him out of that hell hole by this time tomorrow." Now Harry was too angry to continue in French.
Padma had been silent up until this point. ϡ"Harry, let me relay the message. Saul will help as well. You really need to enjoy what's left of your time in France. Honestly, this has been a terrible holiday for you. Besides, you tend to make problems worse when you get… passionate. No, that's not right. When you get… pissed off." She rose up and touched Harry's shoulder. "Harry Potter, you are capable of doing anything, but you don't have to do everything." ϡ With a light squeeze, she left the room.
Daphne and Andromeda left to begin drafting Harry's response. They would of course run it by him for approval and editing. He knew they had his best interests at heart. Padma's statement to him had really rung true. He needed to let his friends and family help him. Andromeda had taken her copy of the article with her. Harry knew it would be a rough read for the woman.
Harry then called out for Pipsey and sent her to get his Banishing Box. He knew the Goblins were reviewing and consolidating the messages he likely was getting. Angry fans who read the articles. Maybe even a howler or two from people who thought the article was a bunch of lies. Still, he hadn't checked his mail in days.
Hmmm. Right on top was a note from Hermione. Maybe… Well, he did need to get out. He sent an express note to Jean Chopin to see if the man could work him in. It would be nice to see Hermione. He had important plans to discuss with her. Jean too.
There really was a shortage of fine dining in Hogsmeade. The Red Wyvern had a stranglehold on Diagon Alley, but Hogsmeade was somewhat under represented. If done right, there might be potential. But he needed a professional opinion. Just because you want something doesn't mean you should build it. Or that anyone will actually come.
—Casting Shadows—
Le Savoureux Restaurant
Paris, France
7:30 PM Saturday Night
August 11, 2001
Harry had arrived an hour early and greeted guests with Jean Chopin. He was amazed at how much fun he had just walking around and talking to patrons. Watching Jean was so similar to watching Horace Slughorn. Both men were masters of the party life. Harry made the rounds with Jean and just had a blast. He toured the Kitchen and tasted a few of the main dishes so he could talk intelligently about the food. Jean seemed surprised at how much Harry took to the culinary arts.
Once Hermione arrived, Harry broke off from Jean and they were taken to their seat. Per Harry's request, it was in an out of the way corner so they could talk privately. Harry lay down his best privacy charms. Hermione looked gorgeous in her dress and turned a few heads. She deserved a little recognition. Harry gave her a hug and remembered how much he loved her.
"Hermione, it's so good to see you! I saw Casablanca a month ago and thought about you." It was pay-per-view in Malta and Harry was pretty sure he shorted out a few televisions while on site. Still, he knew it was her favorite.
Hermione laughed, "Harry Potter! Only you would think about Casablanca while in one of the poshest restaurants in Magical France! How on earth did you get a reservation on such short notice?"
Harry just smiled and said, "Jean and I go way back. He'll be by shortly, the man is so much fun. He reminds me of Horace Slughorn, only in a restaurant."
Hermione smiled, "Harry, how far back do you really go?" She was always amused by the way Harry reacted to Horace Slughorn. This was very similar.
Harry laughed, "About two weeks." At that point Jean approached the table, as if on cue.
Jean was so ecstatic he was practically dancing. ϡ "Harry! You have been the talk of the evening. Ah, Miss Granger! I'd recognize you anywhere! So many photos of you in that amazing article! Always so brilliant and loyal to our Harry!"ϡ
ϡ"Thank you for working us in, Mr. Chopin. I've heard amazing things about your restaurant…"ϡ
ϡ"I'm so glad to have you both here. Harry, lets meet in Hogsmeade next month and discuss your plans. I've taken the liberty of ordering one of my favorite wines from my personal stores. All you two need to decide is white or red. On the house! Well, I need to make the rounds… Bon appétit." ϡ And he was off.
Hermione stared smirking at Harry for a minute. "Our Harry?" She was going to tease him about his for quite some time.
Harry shrugged. "He must have read that article. Every other person I meet expresses their horror at my school years." He emphasized the word 'horror' in a comical way, but Hermione could tell it bothered him.
"Harry, what are you talking about?"
Harry pulled out a folded up magazine, "Here, you can have my copy."
Hermione looked at the cover and gasped. "Oh, my. Harry, how accurate is this?" She slid it into her bag. No way would she read it in front of him.
"Mostly accurate. They gloss over a lot, but seem to catch the 'juiciest' parts of my school years. Fortunately, the real emphasis is on the last two years, especially the last two weeks. They want to make me a real catch. You know, most eligible wizard and all. Unfortunately, they did their research on my school years. Colin sold those pictures for different articles years ago, he asked me first, and I agreed. He needed the money. Yeah, they definitely own the rights. I should reach out and assure Colin everything's OK."
"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry." Harry could see the pain on her face. She meant it. Hermione was with him through thick and thin during those awful years.
The waiter showed up at that point and took their order. They both went with the sole meunière and a white wine. As the waiter left, they picked up their conversation.
Harry pointed at the magazine hanging out of her bag. "Hey, at least they didn't go after the Dursleys. God, can you imagine?"
Hermione gave him an irritated look. "Do you ever get tired of being so forgiving, Harry?" She hated the Dursley's after hearing how they treated Harry most of his life.
"Sometimes. Then I remember how many people stood beside me in the final battle. Puts things in perspective." Thinking a moment, he added, "There are still a few people I don't care to be friends with. Ever." He wasn't talking about the Dursley's. They had made things right long ago.
"But you forgave Draco Malfoy!" Seeing Harry withdraw a bit, she hastily added, "No judgement, just… shock." That had always fascinated Hermione. Harry always seemed about a half inch away from murdering the smarmy little GIT. Now they are friends. The kind of friends that 'snipe' after each other constantly… but there is trust there.
"Draco had a rough childhood. And my scar always seemed to focus on him. Ron too. I cut them both slack for it." Harry looked sad for a moment. "His dad was a real piece of work." Hermione knew Harry wasn't talking about Arthur. Harry loved that man like a father. He meant Lucius.
Hermione knew not to push on this. Draco had been civil to her the last few times they had interacted. Conciliatory even. Still… Every time she looked at him she heard that mocking voice… Mudblood.
"Hermione, I was actually hoping we could talk about an opportunity. I'm planning to do a few things that will affect the magical world, and I need help. I have a lot more influence than I thought and a great many international holdings. I'm struggling with keeping up with it all. I also found out that there are lots of orphans and I don't want them to fall through the cracks in our society. "
Hermione listened. She felt a sudden longing. Harry was trying to change the world. He wanted her help… Harry always made her feel important. Relevant.
The food arrived and they talked while they ate. The food was excellent. The wine, even better.
Harry always found it easy to relax around Hermione. "Maybe when we get back into Britain, we can discuss it further. This whole Dark Lord mess… Voldemort preyed on the fears of the Pureblood families. The way they feared losing their culture to the Muggleborns. This 'French Dark Lord' preyed on the anger and bitterness of the Muggleborn community. The problem is not going away on its own. Did you even know that the purebloods resent muggleborns for not shopping in Diagon Alley? Apparently, they see it as blatantly not supporting the Wizarding economy."
"Harry, everything in Diagon Alley is so expensive. It's all custom made. And most of us can't afford it. Add in that it's hard to even get a job in Magical Britain…" She was amazed at how well Harry used a knife and fork. Andromeda must have been training him. Near perfect manners.
"Unemployment feeds the problem, Hermione. Muggleborns don't get jobs because purebloods know they won't spend their galleons in Magical Britain. Self-fulfilling prophesy." Hermione's eyes narrowed a bit. It was a subtle 'tell' but Harry read it well. "Yes, there is bigotry, but I really think it is mostly ignorance. I have to believe that. Otherwise the situation is hopeless."
Hermione took a deep breath and smiled. Her best and oldest friend was such an optimist. Of course she had read this argument before. In addition to being an optimist, Harry was an idealist. And a bit naive. But he had energy, a huge following, and far more political influence than he knew. He might actually be able to drive change in the magical world. And he wanted her help…
"I want to know more, Harry. Are you supporting a platform for equal rights?"
"Yes and no. Well, maybe. I'm still figuring it all out. I don't want to alienate anyone. Educate first, seize opportunity second. Also, figure out what holdings I have. Apparently, Dumbledore invested the Potter estate all over the globe. I've recently found out I have partial ownership of a quidditch team?"
Hermione got a terrified look on her face, "Oh, no. Not the Cannons…"
"No, thank god. Puddlemere United." They both laughed awkwardly at that. "I have partial ownership in hotels and businesses across the magical world. Did you know I am the landlord for Florean Fontescue's? Also the Bell's family restaurant... and a few others. I forget the names." Harry darkened a bit and added, "Unfortunately, people have been stealing from me my whole life and I'm just now going after them."
"Harry, I really don't know what to say. But, as I said before, I'd like to know more." This was a lot to take in.
"Say you'll think about it. Say you want to help me make the world better for our children." Harry let that sink in before adding, "But this will not be fast change, Mione. This is not a soap box or a stage for making short term change, I'm talking about slow and educational changes that will impact generations." He hated adding that, but he knew Hermione tended to alienate people with her drive for instant change. In many ways, she was her own worst enemy.
"O-ok, Harry. I'll think about it." The soap box comment stung. But maybe it was time for her to take a different and less radical approach. Being over-passionate about topics hadn't gotten her the results she wanted.
Harry suddenly rested his jaw in his left hand. He did that when he was intensely thinking. "One other thing, why don't you ever vote in the Wizengamot?"
"I'm not a member, Harry." Hermione wondered where he was going with this.
"You have an Order of Merlin. You get a vote." Seeing Hermione's stoic face, he added, "See, no one told you. They just expect you to know. Muggleborns can be a part of the society and culture, but they need to know the rules."
"OK. Let's talk more. I'm interested." Hermione knew she technically had a vote on the Wizengamot. But it had to be purchased each year and it was extremely expensive to pay for a seat. The fees ensure that only the wealthiest had a voice. Sometimes an Order of Merlin recipient could get a 'sponsor', but that always put you in debt to the Family paying the fees. Harry was so cute when he thought he knew something she didn't know. She just let him have his moment. It feels good to be around all that creative energy and passion.
Hermione considered where she was now. Harry is still the big picture guy. Ron is still the small picture fellow. She loved the idea of the big picture at work, but when she came home… Small picture was more to her liking. She loved Harry and always would. But romantically, she was with Ron and that wasn't going to change. Best of both worlds. A big picture best friend and a small picture boyfriend.
Harry raised his glass. "To the future and to best friends."
They clinked their glasses together and smiled. Topics turned lighter and toward France. Harry confessed that he had yet to see the Eiffel Tower…
—Casting Shadows—
Outside the Restaurant.
Saturday 10 PM
When Harry and Hermione left the restaurant, Hermione said she needed to send a message. So, they walked to a late night owl post office. Harry walked with her, scanning the streets in a casual way that most people would miss. Just like most people would miss the way he kept checking the food for potions, poisons, or enchantments all through dinner. She really felt for Harry sometimes. She found it easier to walk in silence as Harry was primarily focused on their surroundings and would only hear about a third of any conversation.
Once they arrived, she hastily scribbled a letter and sent it off with an express owl. She then paid the fee for a late night delivery.
Dear Ron,
Mum is delayed… Come by for a drink?
~ Hermione
Harry walked her to the apparition point where she gave her dear friend a hug, kissed him on the cheek and apparated away.
—Casting Shadows—
Delacour Manor
Saturday, 10:15 PM
Harry came into the parlor and saw Daphne. She was still working on the draft of Harry's response. Seeing Harry, she smiled and invited him over.
"How was dinner with Hermione?"
"Pretty good. We had a nice talk, it was like old times. Jean was a blast. We greeted tables together for an hour before Hermione got there. I plan to get his feedback on a possible restaurant in Hogsmeade."
Daphne smiled. "We'll need privacy agreements, of course." She turned back to her work. "Would you like to see the first draft of the 'response'?"
"Sure. Hey, I had a thought during dinner." Harry pulled from his pocket a napkin he had written on. "I want to make a point of saying something about the people who showed up and fought in the final battle. Something along the lines of how they came through and we are all good. You know, 'Even-Steven'… I said it better in the restaurant."
Daphne thought about her lunch conversation with her friend. Tracey had said something similar. She could work with this. Harry was good when he was thinking on his feet, but not when he was talking from memory. She'd have to remember that.
"Hey, Daphne. I was wondering. Well, I haven't been to the Eiffel Tower yet and it's kind of required of all visitors. Would you like to go with me? Tomorrow afternoon? Then maybe we could go back to Le Savoureux." Jean had already reserved a spot for him. They worked it out before Hermione arrived.
Daphne just smiled and said, "That would be amazing. I can't wait." Andromeda had hinted that Harry was noticing her. Basically asking her intentions and making sure Harry wouldn't get hurt. This may be a 'one and done' dinner, but it may be more. Either way, it would be fun. Just take it slow. No rebound issues.
Harry gave that 'boyish smile' he was known for. "OK, let's see what you guys have cooked up."
—Casting Shadows—
Harry's House
Yvoire, France
Sunday 11AM
Pipsey had prepared a very nice Brunch. Loads of fruit as well as a quiche. She also had Bacon and sausage prepared and ready. To Harry's happy surprise, she had Frankie helping her. Apparently, the sad elf needed to stay busy. Harry privately kicked himself for not thinking of the little fellow sooner. Pipsey was looking out for the little guy.
His familiar was sitting quietly in the corner. Harry knew she would be listening in, but she gave him such excellent feedback, he didn't mind. One different perspective helped round out a scenario. Three was significantly better. Teddy was with Bill and Fleur. Apparently, the couple had a minor 'tiff' at Ginny's birthday party. Fleur said something that set Ginny off. Harry knew Ginny was frequently taking pot shots at Fleur, calling her Phlegm and such… Still, it's a real shame they can't just get along. Fortunately, he didn't have to be there for the fireworks.
Aina Dupree arrived at 11 AM and brought fresh flowers. Harry placed them on the table and the three of them sat for Brunch. They made small talk until everyone had eaten. Then, Harry wanted to check on his tree, so he offered a tour. He showed Aina the garden he was going to put in as well as the area where he would build the different element veneration sites. But when he came to his tree, he was more than a little surprised. It had grown significantly. It was perhaps 12 feet tall.
He lay his hand on the tree and could feel the magic within. It was feeding on the ley lines. The tree was connected to him. It was also connected to the acorn inside him. From what he knew of oak trees, it had to be growing at a rate of about a year per day. Soon that would have to slow down, but still. Amazing. So peaceful under the still smallish tree. Aina came over to him.
"Harry, do you mind if I touch your tree?" She looked at the tree reverently. Harry could tell how badly she wanted to reach out, but she stayed in control and waited for his blessing.
"You may. It's grown exponentially. I only planted the acorn… four days ago." Harry looked back at Andromeda. She seemed curious. "Mum, come and place your hand on the sapling. It has a bit of me in it."
Aina gently touched the tree and closed her eyes. She seemed so at peace.
Andromeda slowly reached out. She could feel a slight stirring, but just a tingle. Sensing her difficulty connecting, Harry placed his hand over hers. Having her hand set between Harry and the tree that was connected to him opened up so much of her perception. She gasped as her senses slowly took in the tree and the entire property. Is this what you feel all the time, Harry? It's so… Beautiful."
"When I'm surrounded by nature and calm, yes. Aina, may I…?" Harry offered to set his hand on top of hers. She nodded and Harry gently laid his hand over hers as well. Aina had a similar reaction as Andromeda, but not as sudden or intense. Harry suspected she could already feel and sense much of what Andromeda was feeling for the first time even before he lay his hand over hers.
They could slowly feel the presence of Oak Heart. Quietly slumbering. Peaceful and content. Soon, they relaxed their hands and withdrew to the patio. Harry had never been able to share this before. With anyone. It was personal without being… overly private? Something. It was hard to describe, but he felt like the three of them had shared a real moment of friendship and bonding.
None of them wanted to go inside, so they sat on the patio and Pipsey brought them coffee and tea. For a while, no one spoke. Slowly, Aina began the conversation.
"Thank you, Harry. I won't lie, part of me wondered if that really was Oak Heart… but there's no doubt. The way he touched us. In the past, only the queen was allowed such contact. The rest of us could feel it, but not so... intimately."
Harry smiled, "I'm glad you were able to experience that. Honestly, I think Oak Heart is doing something to the ley lines. Everything just… hums with power. Natural power. Maybe we can invite the others over for my final ritual in a week. I feel guilty keeping this all to myself."
"That is very kind of you, Harry. You know, I could feel you through the tree. It's as tied to you as it is to Oak Heart. You have a lovely spirit, Harry. Lady Black, your presence was there as well. You are quite ferocious where your family is concerned. It was an honor sharing this moment with the two of you."
"Oak Heart calls me his acorn. I think he wants me to spread my trees. Our trees. Hmmm." Taking a deep breath, he shared, "This site just sings with his presence." Harry sipped his Earl Grey. Pipsey and Frankie were tending the guests. Harry was especially kind to Frankie, knowing the little fellow had suffered a loss.
"So, Harry and Lady Black, what questions do you have for me?" Aina was so open and kind. So different than Harry expected.
Harry started with a simple question, "Why were you watching me at the restaurant? And why the carriage portkey? There had to be better ways of getting me here."
Aina smiled. "The Carriage portkey is a tradition. I had hoped my singing would calm you, and it seemed like it did. The restaurant was far simpler. I like good food. When I saw you, I decided to make sure you were safe." Seeing Harry concentrate, she added, "I like to avoid using my real name. I wouldn't have been on the guest list."
Andromeda had a few questions too, "Why are you just contacting him now. Why not sooner?" She was trying not to be accusatory, but it was hard. She knew how much Harry had suffered.
"We had to make sure he was ready. A slight minority believed he was not. They believed him to be too young and reckless. Others drew attention to the fact that Harry appears to be a blend of different family Bloodlines. His connection with Oak Heart shot that argument down." She paused and sipped her coffee. "Sometimes we wait until a member of the family has lived a full life before approaching them. Marriage, children, career… But Harry is different. You have received two greater incarnations along with the greatest incarnation ever bestowed as the Master of Death. You are like a walking atomic bomb, Harry. The equivalent of many lifetimes of knowledge lies in your mind. I do wish we could have waited a bit, but you were ready."
Lady Black sensed more. "Are there any other reasons?"
"Yes. Harry has adopted the code of the Lightbearer. He is relying on the somewhat incomplete information provided to him from the Department of Mysteries and the French equivalent. Sometimes that is sufficient, but frequently its lacking. We are the sponsors of the Lightbearers and that makes us responsible for guiding and supporting you. Also, we have a few very powerful members and can back you up when you need it."
Harry had to admit, he hated bringing Bill into some of the areas they trek. Bill is powerful, but not quite at a mage level. "Do any other members of the 'Family' hunt Horrors? Would I be asked to hunt them as well?"
"Some members may ask, but they will have to relay the request through me. That is one of the reasons so many wanted to mentor you. Also a reason the Flamels pushed for me. I have no political aspirations, I truly only want to see you brought into the family." She added, "Two of our number fell destroying the Horror that spawned Voldemort. We are a bit… thin now. Walter Udli has been protecting Australia alone since his wife fell. You should also know that the level of magic has been very gradually rising for the last few thousand years. Eventually, the Horrors may be able to leave their prisons. We try to deal with them now, while they are weak."
Harry and Andromeda were considering her words, so Aina continued. "We can offer you support and friendships that will last centuries. I can arrange for better training to complement the already frightening levels of power and skill you now possess. And Protection. We are quite dangerous when we set our mind to it. Protecting one of our own brings out the aspects of ourselves we usually avoid." Aina Dupree's eyes glowed softly. It was a warm Amber. "Also, don't forget, better intelligence than your Department of Mysteries and the Département des Mystères des Arcanes. I'm not saying cut all ties, I'm saying you won't need them as much in the future. You are rather dependent on the different ministries now."
Harry wanted to know the downside. All families have their issues, "What kind of politics exist in the 'Family'? Perenelle hinted at some kind of division or groups. Also, a wild member named something… Harlequin?"
Aina nodded, "Caimbueul Har'lea'quinn is a bit of an outcast. He always was a maverick, but recent times have exasperated that. I see him a bit differently because I'm a bit of an outcast, myself. I do my own thing and that is that. The difference is Caimbueul seems to delight in challenging the status quo. The Flamels don't interact with him and a few others have great animosity for him. But he's not someone to worry about. You will meet him in time."
Andromeda didn't like the sound of that man one bit. It screamed 'Bad Influence'. "And the others?"
Well, we have a hierarchy of sorts. The more traditionalistic boycotted your initiation as they felt it was too soon. There is no open animosity, but they tend to play games. Lady Black, you know the kind of games I'm talking about. They've been doing it for centuries. A few of the attendees actually fall inside their influence, but they felt they should be present. Eh'he'ran is a traditionalist. As is Walter. But even though they voted against approaching you so soon, they wanted to be here and welcome you. Don't hold it against them."
Harry was a bit curious, "Have the Traditionalists said or done anything since the party?"
Aina smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Since your connection to Oak heart was revealed, the traditionalist faction that abstained from attending your welcoming party are going insane with envy. The fact that they have to work with me to arrange a meeting…" She laughed lightly. He voice was beautiful. "Eventually, you'll meet. For now, we'll keep it small."
"How long will I live? No one seems to want to really answer that"
Aina scrunched up her brow, "I don't really know. At one end of the spectrum, the Denairastas bloodline lived the shortest at somewhere between three and four hundred years. On the other end, Caynreth's Line tends to live… far longer. Messias was of Caynreth's line, but his descendants traveled around the globe. They were known as the 'Heavenherds and they were near fanatical in their approach to saving civilization from an approaching Scourge. His favored descendants were known as Peverell and they intermixed with other mage bloodlines around the world. So, there is no real way to estimate how long you will live, Harry." She leaned forward and made strong eye contact, "Don't let that keep you from living! Most of us have had families and children at different times in our long lives. To become a hermit is no way to live. And the truth of the matter is, most Mages don't die of old age. If you know what I mean."
Harry nodded. He'd heard this before. Still, he was curious about one thing, "How old are you, Aina?" She talked as if she knew of Oak Heart before he was damaged. But that was thousands of years ago.
Aina smiled, "A woman never tells her age and a gentleman never asks."
They talked on other topics, but the serious ones had been covered. Harry still had questions bubbling up, but they would keep until he was ready to ask them intelligently.
At four o'clock, they broke off and Harry went to meet Daphne. Andromeda stayed in the house for a bit of peace and quiet. Aina left for a meeting with the Flamels to plan the final ritual in a week.
As Harry prepared to apparate away, he suddenly felt like he was being watched. Reaching out with his astral perceptions, he felt a presence on the edge of his property, just outside the wards. It was somehow familiar, but he couldn't place it. Raw and powerful in a primal way. Definitely not human. As he shifted his focus, it was suddenly gone. Maybe it was his imagination… No. It was there.
Great. Now how was he supposed to relax on his date?
—Casting Shadows—
Deep in the Catacombs
Paris, France
Sunday, August 12 (Barely)
Midnight
A tired and broken down old man sat quietly on the ancient stone floor. His back ached and his knee hurt so bad he was forced to use a cane. His vision was poor and his mind was cloudy. All his plans had been laid to waste. He was a shell of a man, so much less than what he had been. Where a week ago he was 'The Usurper', now he was just John Franklin, retired Master Curse Breaker*. Three days ago, he was a titan among men. Now, just a hollowed out old man, dreaming of worldly power and wishing for a longer life. Both of those goals were now forever denied to him.
The energy that had coursed through him was gone. His joints had begun swelling and showing signs of rheumatoid arthritis once more. His back was beginning to stoop. The ancient entity that had mentored him was destroyed. Gone from this plane forevermore. And with its departure, came the loss of the strength and vitality he had grown so used to having. His body was slowly reverting to that of an old man who had sustained one too many injuries. The faces that had covered his body had frozen into simple tattoos that held nothing but ink and the memory of lost power.
John Franklin needed a new source of youth and vitality. He needed a new mentor to fill the immense void within him. But where to look? He found his last mentor by accident. Time was not on his side. Within a week, he would be in a wheel chair. In a month's time, his mind will be faded to the point that he couldn't care for himself.
Even if he stopped degrading physically, he was not a young man and his mobility was limited. He couldn't just go traipsing about looking for ancient entities willing to share their power. He needed to know where to go and he needed the knowledge immediately. He needed to find someone who already knew where these ancient sources of power exist. Someone who can sense them… he only knew of one person who fit that description.
He needed Harry Potter.
—Casting Shadows—
Notes:
*John Franklin was the Master Curse Breaker in Chapter 10 of Harry Potter and the Dance of Death.
John Franklin was in an earlier chapter of the Dance of Death, but only in a small way. He noted Harry's unusual abilities and apparently, it stuck with him. The Horror that 'mentored' him likely addicted him to the raw power and feelings of youth. He is like a worst case example of an addict. Only in his case, his body is going to give out unless he finds another 'hit'. Even worse, he is feeling his mind slipping as well. That may be imagined, but it is terrifying him. Count on drastic actions on his part.
OK, so Hermione is now officially 'friend-zoned'. In this story, I definitely think that makes sense. I do really like the character and I don't want Harry to lose ties to his old friends. She has a lot to offer, but Harry will have to moderate her. Harry trusts very few people, so this makes good sense. If it seemed like Harry came across a bit rough with the whole soap box comment, consider SPEW. He can't afford for her to go off on a muggles rights crusade. Harry is looking for unity and understanding.
I also made a point of showing that Harry wasn't telling Hermione anything she hadn't heard before. She's Hermione for crying out loud. Of course she has researched the Wizarding World from top to bottom. She just didn't want to embarrass her friend. Still, Harry tends to get things done.
Gabrielle is now an apprentice, so there will be no romance there. She was still too young, really. Fleur only used her to put a little sting on Ginny, but she was subtle. Ginny in this story has been a real pain in her neck for years. Unlike in canon, where they became friends. I don't want to spend too much time on that mess, but I know it can be a real pain when family and in-laws don't get on well. Bill is the one I feel sorry for. Well, I wrote it, so I guess I don't feel too sorry.
Soon the pairing will begin picking up. Daphne will almost certainly have a few questions. Especially about a certain toad faced ex-teacher. Stay tuned.
One area I have done poorly is writing in time spent between Harry and Teddy. Also, Harry and Catherine. I need to build that out so it doesn't feel so forced. Catherine knows him way better than he knows her. And Teddy needs to spend time with his 'dad'.
I'd like to thank my new Beta reader, MoleOfWar for helping with this chapter.
OK – that's a wrap until next time. Please note, the next chapter may be a bit longer and take more time to write well. Lots of events are coming to a head.