Casting Shadows

by Wakefan

Post-Hogwarts Harry is a young Mage who is dedicated to finding and stopping Dark forces before they emerge. Along the way, he deals with being a Young Adult. Relationships, Fame, Responsibilities, Family Drama, Wizarding Politics, Dangerous Enemies, and Being the Master of Death. A coming of age story. Paris section complete. Powerful!Harry, Ancient Magic, Rated M for violence

24. Paris: Divided We Fall

JK Rowling Owns Harry Potter and all the Supporting characters from that universe. she is pure genius.

FASA Games Owns Earthdawn

Catalyst Game Labs owns Shadowrun

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"§

Note:

This is a pivotal chapter and begins the final arc of the Paris portion of Casting Shadows. This is the biggest chapter I have written for any of my stories and I want to call out my Beta reader, MoleOfWar for the help given in making this chapter work.

A slight departure, this chapter is formatted in U.K. English. Some of the words may be slightly different. I like it and I hope it does not cause too much confusion.

—Casting Shadows—

Chapter 24: Divided We Fall

Potter House

Yvoire, France

Sunday, August 12

Harry returned from his date feeling energized. He was actually really happy. He could still smell a bit of Daphne's perfume. How do girls do that? Correction, how do women do that? It was a fresh smell. Kind of like soap and really fresh linen. Maybe a bit of lavender. It felt nice being with someone he could just relax with. Sometimes, Hermione was like that, but this was different. He felt like he wanted more. Like he was… after a snitch? No, not really. He hadn't chased anyone in so long… Was this what it felt like to start seeing someone? He felt alive and eager.

Walking into the kitchen, he found a note. Andromeda and Teddy were over at the Malfoy chateau. Focusing on the property and the wards, he sensed his familiar was out hunting. It was one of the few things the girls did where they didn't continuously bicker. Hunting prey. Well, that and hating Ginny.

Ginny.

Where had that come from? They had broken up two weeks ago. Correction, she had broken up with him two weeks ago. The days after that awful breakup had left him crushed. But was he really crushed over the breakup? What crushed him? Harry sat down and relaxed. Ginny leaving didn't mean he couldn't have a family. It just might not be with her. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Sure they had a lot in common in school, but now? Not so much. He loved playing Quidditch, but she lived for it. He understood his role in society, both as Harry Potter and as Lord Potter. Well, Lord Potter, Peverell and Lord Black. She rebelled against it. Harry could only imagine how she would have felt about becoming Lady Slytherin. That thought resulted in a mirthful chuckle.

Had he simply outgrown her? Did he really want to think about it? Slowly he became aware of a quicksilver like presence in the house. He had sensed it a few times during dinner, as well. Always on the edge, trying so hard not to be noticed.

With a wry grin, he called out, ϡ "Catherine?"ϡ

She slowly materialized before him, smiling mischievously. ϡ "I liked her!"ϡ

Harry held out his arms and she came to him for a 'mock hug'. He could sense her and she could sense him, but there was no actual physical sensation. More of a tingling where they overlapped.

ϡ"Alright you little rascal! You know what we do to spies, don't you?"ϡ Harry had no poker face, it was obvious he was playing with her.

ϡ"Oui! You brush their hair!" ϡ Catherine then spun around and gave a silly laugh.

Harry knew when he was beaten. He created a variation of is normally lethal 'astral dart', but with lots of points. It took a ferocious amount of focus, but he made the tips flexible and put tiny round balls on the ends of the tips. The energy expended in creating this 'astral hairbrush' was sufficient to destroy the entire house. He was actually a bit fatigued from the effort. Holding what looked like some kind of an astral weapon, he just shrugged.

He slowly began brushing the small spirit girl's hair. Thinking about the 'Tales of Beetle the Bard', he thought of the perfect story. ϡ"Now, let me tell you a story. Once, long ago, there were three brothers…" ϡ

—Casting Shadows—

Harry settled into bed late that night, reflecting on the amazing day he had. In addition to his date, he and Catherine had an hour and a half of fun before he turned in. They talked about how she missed eating food. She couldn't remember much about her life as it had been so long ago, but she knew her parents were long gone before she was taken. She had been living with relatives, but never really seemed to fit in. She had been a help with the little ones, but in the end it hadn't been enough. She was given away to ensure continued protection from the aristocracy.

She definitely knew about magic, so she must have magical ancestry. Harry supposed that was why she was wanted for the ritual in the catacombs. Sacrificing a witch was more impactful than a muggle. Still, either was horrible. Now she was free and enjoyed seeing the sights. Harry described England and Scotland and Egypt… so many amazing places. She was enraptured by the descriptions. At heart, the girl was a traveller, kind of like him.

Later that night, Harry practiced his Occlumency and focused on what he need to do. Where he wanted to go. Who he wanted to be with. The more he considered his situation, the more blessed he realized he was. He mentally made plans for the next day and turned in. Before he turned out the light, he said, "Pipsey!"

The little house elf appeared with an eager look on her face. "How was Master Harry's evening?" She obviously was interested.

Harry smiled, "It was excellent. Do you mind sending Miss Greengrass a flower arrangement? Something suitable for a first date." Harry suddenly felt concerned, "Pipsey, don't go overboard, alright?" Harry noted the overjoyed look on his house elf's face and shuddered a bit. Had it really just been two weeks since the whole dozen-dozen flower fiasco with Dominique.

Speaking of Dominique, how did he feel about her? It was a disastrous ending to a pretty decent night. Of course Aina had a hand in that… But she had a right to a nice dinner. What had caused him to freak out was that another powerful mage was in the restaurant. One with protections similar to his own. Did his presence cause other sensitive wizards and witches to panic? Harry slowly began to realize his own paranoia may be getting in the way of his ability to enjoy life. His parents' incarnations had said as much over the years.

Maybe he had driven Ginny away. All that ambush paranoia. Checking every bite for poisons and potions. Even though he had devices that were nearly as effective. It didn't help that sometimes he found something in his food. Still, it had been a while since that happened. Maybe he just needed to get better about checking the food without it being obvious. Time to prioritize. First, solidify his family relationships. Then, fix the Greengrass curse. Finally, use the time in Hogwarts to get his life together.

Groaning to himself, he checked the wards and felt Oakheart sleeping peacefully. That elder elemental had taken over most of the wards, it seemed so natural. Tomorrow, He'd raise them up a few notches. Possibly even give primary control of the wards to Oakheart. That would relieve him of the day to day regulating and let him focus on his personal growth. The most important part of his personal growth was strengthening his ties with Teddy and Catherine.

Catherine. Last night had been amazing. She was such an exuberant little spirit. How can a disembodied spirit have such a zest for life? Was it the fact that she was tied to his own magic? If the tie was broken, she would certainly move on as the others in the chamber had. She was between life and death. Was that really fair to her?

—Casting Shadows—

Potter House

Yvoire, France

Monday, August 13

9:15AM

Harry woke slowly and peacefully. A quick 'Tempus' told him it was a little after nine in the morning.

He had spent his sleep time in his dream scape with his parents. Lily and James had discussed family issues and the need for friendship in a relationship. They also discussed the need for Harry to understand the Wizengamot and wizarding life. James thought Daphne was perfect to teach him and Lily agreed. They both cautioned him against charging into a relationship too soon. Rebounds only hurt everyone. James did warn Harry that Daphne was a Pure-blood and he needed to respect certain traditions. Making the courtship formal before the third date was important in Pure-blood society. Noted.

Harry got up and put on his heaviest Basilisk armour and went outside for a workout. He walked through the elemental themed attacks and defences. Starting with two short swords, he worked up a good sweat. He made sure his stances were deep and his leaps were high. Soon, his legs and his shoulders were burning. He needed to get back into a habit of daily practice. Well, at least three to four times a week.

Almost two hours later, he came back inside and took a long and hot bath. The master bath wasn't equipped with a shower, but he was getting used to just kicking back and relaxing in a tub. When in a rush, he would shower down stairs. After his bath, Harry came downstairs to a brilliant brunch. Pipsey and Frankie prepared a nice breakfast full of fruits and bacon and eggs. Harry shared with Frankie his respect for Aberforth and his plans to invest in the property. He also asked Pipsey to inquire about the Lavoisier family elves that had perished with their family. He was stuffed. Sitting back and enjoying his Earl Grey, he reflected on the changes to his property.

The Tree that connected him to Oakheart looked even larger than yesterday. It was fully immersed in the ley lines and the ward structure. The roses had grown immense and were now present throughout his property. Some vines even climbing up the side of his house. He loved using roses when he contracted elementals for protection. He had always felt especially connected to the roses he cultivated when gardening at the Dursleys, they just resonated with him. Of course, that may have as much to do with the Blood Magic he used on them… Then later, he found and incorporated that rose from his parent's private vault into his own pattern. Over time and with those events, the connection he felt to roses just seemed to grow stronger. Oak trees too, once he bonded to Oakheart.

On a whim, he sent Daphne a nice follow up note and a request to travel to the London together to meet up with Michael. He also sent Aina a note, inviting her over while he was bolstering the wards. He considered going into town, but decided to stay home and get to work. He wanted his French home to be intensely warded and he intended to use a complex schematic he and Bill had designed.

Before diving into his warding, he decided to consider his upcoming plans. Plans when he returned to Britain. Producing a sheet of paper, he sketched out a few ideas for both the manor he planned to build and the potential orphanage on the site of the Shrieking Shack. Security was a primary concern.

After about an hour, he felt a flex on the wards. It was Aina and the Flamels. "Pipsey, Frankie, can you prepare a light meal of fruit and cheeses? I plan to be outside most of the day, but we'll have visitors." He stood up and went to meet his guests.

—Casting Shadows—

Malfoy Château

Nernier, France

Daphne spent much of the morning working with Andromeda on different Black family assets. She was more than a bit impressed with the vast size of the Black family holdings. Not as ostentatious as the Malfoy holdings, but significantly larger. Did Harry even know how vast his influence was? Not just politically, but economically? Doubtful.

Daphne read the note Harry had sent. It was sweet, thanking her for a lovely dinner. The flowers were nice as well. Maybe too nice. Harry knew a lot about roses, but these were a gorgeous mixture of different flowers. Had to be Pipsey. Daphne had noted the way the little elf always had the most tastefully arranged flowers at Harry's house. Andromeda had even been impressed with the little helper's skills.

Once she and Andromeda ceased for the day, they enjoyed a nice morning tea. Daphne invited Andromeda to join her in Paris when she and Astoria went shopping, but the older witch politely declined. Soon Astoria was ready and they decided to grab lunch before shopping. Deciding to eat out in Muggle Paris, they booked lunch at L'Astrance. It was a nice restaurant where the food was as much a work of art as it was… well, food. Portion sizes were tiny, but it was still a superb experience.

A quick apparition and a carriage ride had them at the restaurant on time for their one o'clock reservation. They were led to a small table in the corner. Settling in, both young ladies relaxed and enjoyed the calm and quiet afternoon. Shopping together was something they both enjoyed. Since Draco came to Paris, they hadn't done this as much.

Astoria had been biding her time, but she could tell her sister was now ready to talk. "So, that was a lovely flower arrangement. Anyone I know?" Her voice was teasing, but she was the little sister. This was expected.

Daphne smiled, "Oh, just some-young-thing trying to woo little ol'me..." They both broke into laughter.

Astoria wanted details, "So, how was your date?"

"It was really nice. Harry is so different than he was in school. Less… I don't know. Less annoying. Less prone to violent outbursts. He's actually really sweet and a bit naive." Daphne had never really been able to reconcile why she had been so unkind to Harry at school. Cool and icy would be about right, but openly mocking and laughing at his expense? No.

Astoria seemed a bit confused. "Daff, he was never prone to violent outbursts. He was the target of every bully in school. He just didn't take it." Astoria wondered, did her sister even know Harry in school? Astoria used to worry about how Harry was treated, even though he was a Gryffindor. She still thought about the way he was cursed in the courtyard that time. Awful.

Daphne considered her sister's words. "Maybe. Still, he's different. And not at all like he was in the final battle. That version of him was terrifying. I still have nightmares about that battle. But, last night he was just so… normal." Thinking a bit, she added, "He wants to be there when Michael is released. Did you know he and Michael had worked together?"

That took Astoria by surprise. "No… I had no idea. I know Michael went on… sabbatical to that place until the holdouts were rounded up. His stay… there… was worked out with the minister and the DMLE." Pausing a moment she added, "Honestly, having Harry there will help. Uncle Gareth really hurt the family name with those publications."

"I know. He behaved horribly with Harry when they met. They almost came to blows in Gringotts, of all places. Hopefully he'll behave." Daphne sipped her water and added, "Who in their right mind would challenge Harry Potter like that? You can actually feel his power radiating off him when he gets angry. I really thought… Well, no one got hurt. Father said he would talk to Uncle Gareth and work things out."

"Well, you know Dad. Always the nice guy. I love Uncle Gareth, but he takes advantage of Dad's trusting nature."

Daphne knew Astoria and Uncle Gareth were close. It was good that she could see his flaws. Daphne had long known that Astoria always tended to see the good in people. Father also treated her differently due to the curse. He just seemed to put on a different face. Sunshine and happiness. He didn't want her to see the dark side of society. And yet, she is remarkably well adjusted. Everyone liked Astoria.

"Tori, you know father's not always 'kind and gentle', right? I am certain he knows how to be tough." Correcting herself, "He knows when to be tough." Her father had taught her so much about being ruthless. A steel fist in a velvet glove.

Astoria shrugged, "He's smart. Dad knows how to make friends and influence people. But, that's not the topic I want to cover. Dish up sis, I want to hear all about last night!"

Daphne smirked. No distractions. "Alright. Harry is sweet and kind, but definitely wary. He checked his food constantly. Mine too, I recognized the way those spells 'feel'. He's also innocent in so many ways. Something of a dreamer. He has big plans, but he has no idea how hard it will be to implement them. Still, his goals are so… selfless. I want to help him."

Astoria was curious about one thing, "Daff, do you think Lady Black had anything to do with this? With his breaking up with Ginevra or the two of you being together so much? You know she likes you."

Daphne had a faint smile. "Without a doubt. But not in an overt way. I feel certain she forced Weasley to either commit or get out of the way. Lady Black is a formidable woman, and I'm glad to be on her good side." Considering Andromeda, she added, "There's a lot I can learn from her."

Astoria agreed, saying, "She is a strong woman. What sets her apart is her ruthlessness and her ability to love and protect. I think losing her husband and daughter still weighs on her. She definitely loves her adopted son. And with the… weight his name carries, the Black family is in a very enviable position." Considering her sister and Harry for a moment, she added, "You're not just using Harry, are you?" She hated asking, but Daphne could be ruthless.

Daphne flashed a bit at that, "No, I most certainly am not. I genuinely like him." Cutting her eyes a bit, "Is that what Draco thinks?"

"Calm down Daff. I just wanted to make sure you were moving forward with the best of intentions." Astoria had never seen Daphne quite like this. "Draco and I think the two of you are very well matched. Just take it slow." She wanted to add, 'And turn down the Ice Queen persona…' But she knew better.

Daphne slowly let her annoyance subside. Within a few minutes the food arrived. She shared some of the details of their date. How vulnerable Harry could be and how he brought out the same in her. Her fears over Ginny returning and not wanting to get hurt. Wondering what it would be like to date someone that had no real privacy.

Eventually, they talked about traveling to Peru to break the curse. How excited they both were to remove that stain on the family line. They discussed the shock at having Harry just offer his help so casually. Daphne asked about Astoria helping Harry in his fourth year and was shocked at her description of his treatment when he was cursed. She was proud of her little sister for helping him.

Eventually, they got to Harry's familiar. They talked about how unique it was, both in intelligence and protectiveness. How each of the heads had a very unique personality. Astoria was describing the runespoor in a rather innocent way, Daphne told her about how 'the girls' and Harry put Uncle Gareth in his place. How the familiar was able to mirror Harry's 'Master of Death' look.

They finished lunch and went shopping in 'Montmartre', the French Magical District. Two sisters just enjoying a beautiful summer day.

—Casting Shadows—

Potter House

Yvoire, France

Monday, August 13

7:45 PM

Harry was exhausted. Looking over at Aina and the Flamels, he had come to realize the depths of their knowledge. They had brought along Walter Udli as well to assist with the wards. Between the five of them, they had managed to create a very unique ward structure that defied any schematic. It was constantly shifting and adjusting. Harry had been the one to suggest tying it to Oakheart's tree, and that had been very well received.

His guests took a far more organic approach to warding than he had. They tied it to the very elements themselves. It was a dramatic departure to what he had been taught, but it integrated well to his own designs. This was truly a master class in how to incorporate elemental magic into a ward structure.

The group broke for lunch and Harry allowed them all to connect with Oakheart as he had Aina and Andromeda the day before. Walter Udli was especially impressed, while the Flamels seemed to hold each other closely. Harry was close enough with Oakheart that he had a good sense for how the others were feeling, while in contact with the tree.

Harry had placed his hand over each individuals to complete the circuit and give a better grasp of the property and the elemental. Harry did not realize that his presence seemed to glow a bit brighter when viewed through the eyes of the others. He realized it had to be from the acorn he had ingested. The one growing inside him and bonding to his magic. He wondered what the others must think… He had also noticed that same glow with Fleur.

While the Flamels and Walter were feeling Oakheart's presence, Harry and Aina collaborated on the final wards. They discussed the inclusion of nethermantic defences around the perimeter, especially at night. The woman knew Nethermancy as well and Harry did, but approached it differently. Her approach was more subtle and abstract, while Harry's was more direct. Still, they both had similar outlooks on the astral planes. He looked forward to learning and sharing with her over the coming years.

They had a light dinner and turned in early. At Harry's request, Aina hung back after the others departed to speak with him. Today had been both educational and exhausting. What should have taken a week or more was now done in a day. This very well could be the most protected property in France. The two minor ley lines seemed more robust, like they were strengthening. He'd never seen that before, could it have something to do with Oakheart? Soon they would be on par with the major ley lines of Grimmauld Place.

Aina sat with him on the patio. They were both exhausted and pleased with their work. Pipsey and Frankie brought them lemonade and fruit. The entire property smelled so fresh and alive. The air smelled like Oak and Roses. A bit of moss added in.

"Thanks for staying longer, Aina. I wanted to discuss access to the property. Specifically, your access." Harry noted that the woman politely waited for him to continue, "Oakheart is primarily directing the wards, but I plan to open the site to you. And Andromeda, Teddy, and Catherine, of course."

"I'm flattered, Harry. It's really not necessary, though. I would never intrude upon your privacy."

"Thanks. I know you wouldn't, but now that I've given most of the control over to Oakheart, this doesn't feel like something I should 'hoard'. Soon, I'll be planting another tree. Then another… I hope you'll help me keep the sites up and running. It just seems wrong to block off the others from their ancestral mentor."

Aina was quiet for a moment, then nodded, saying, "I accept your offer. In truth, I'm not sure it will change much. I plan to relocate to Scotland in a year. It's my responsibility to mentor you, and you will be training children at Hogwarts."

Harry hadn't thought of that. "Sorry, I accepted the position before I met you." He should consider her needs in the future before making extended commitments. "Maybe we can open it up to the Flamels? I might even expand the house a bit. Or add a few more. Nothing fancy, just places to stay and relax."

Aina laughed softly. "That's fine, Harry. I expect you to have a life. Most of us have had multiple 'lives' over the years. Marriage, children, family. My role is to be there to train, protect, and make sure you have the opportunity for that life. One day, you may even mentor a mage of your own."

—Casting Shadows—

British Ministry of Magic

London, England

Tuesday, August 14

Harry, Andromeda and Daphne met in Paris at the international portkey office and travelled to London. Astoria, Draco, and Narcissa left earlier. Teddy was staying with Bill and Fleur. Harry's familiar stayed with them as well. Harry and Andromeda were in their official capacity as Lord and Lady Black and Lord Potter. Michael Greengrass' release was getting attention due to the fact that he is an Heir to a family with a seat on the Wizengamot. Those who had lost loved ones in the war were expected to show up at the press conference and protest the release.

When they arrived, Andromeda went to speak with Narcissa. Harry noted that Draco was standing with Astoria. Narcissa welcomed a companion but Harry held back. He knew he would be welcome, but he and Narcissa just didn't mesh well. They both tried, but it always seemed forced and a little awkward. And he'd have to kiss her knuckles.

Daphne went to stand with her family, leaving Harry on his own. Harry decided to remain alone on the side so anything he might say would have more impact. He had frequently felt alone in tense situations, especially in a crowd. Usually he preferred it, now it felt odd.

"Harry?" said a familiar voice.

Harry turned to see Hermione walking over to him. "Mione? I thought you were on vacation… with your mum." Seeing her brought an acute sense of relief. Hermione was his oldest and best friend. She looked so relaxed standing there. Always so confident and in control. Even when she wasn't.

Hermione walked over and gave him a light hug. Harry remembered the preteen that used to launch herself at him like a rocket. Pulling him into hugs every September first. She was no longer a preteen, her hugs were now poised and mature. With a bit of melancholy, he realized they had both grown up.

Stepping back, Hermione looked at her old friend. The same emerald green eyes that always seemed to come through for her. The boy she could always count on… no, the young man she would always count on. Her best friend.

Remembering his question, she added, "It's only a day, Harry. I suspect Michael and the Greengrass family are in for a rough ride."

Harry winced thinking about the negative press on Michael. "Yeah, that's what Andromeda said. She thought our coming would help, but we really have no idea about what'll happen. I'm supposed to treat today as an introduction to the wizarding world for 'Lord Potter'." Running his hand through his hair he shrugged and added, "No more training wheels." Harry couldn't help but hope for a quiet 'non-event', then he can get back to Yvoire. After setting wards for a day, he needed to just chill out.

Hermione squeezed his upper arm, "We both know you're more than ready. If you feel the need to speak, just speak from the Heart." She looked at her friend and noticed that he seemed a bit tired. She knew his holiday was not relaxing, but she had hoped he would get more rest.

She always knew how to calm him. Harry suddenly remembered his last discussion with her, "Have you thought about what we discussed? I'd love to work with you again."

Hermione beamed at this. One of the most influential Wizards in their world wanted her. Her thoughts and her drive. Her mind… "I'm in, Harry."

Harry suddenly pulled her into a hug. "Thank you, Mione! You won't regret this!" Hermione noted a few people watching them closely. Narcissa definitely looked disapproving. Andromeda gave them an odd look. Not unkind, but… concern?

Back in the moment, Hermione collected herself. She wasn't used to Harry showing this much emotion.

"Harry, maybe we can grab lunch later and talk. After I hand in my resignation to Mr. Diggory."

She planned to give a month's notice, but she was done. She was embarrassed to admit it, but having Harry with her would make her resignation 'sting'. She suspected her co-workers had all assumed her friendship with Harry was exaggerated. That the most famous wizard in Britain had moved on. Well, they won't think that anymore. Was it wrong to feel that way? Probably.

"That'd be great, but first I need to stop by and see Arthur. I brought him a 'handyman' book on home repairs. That will give him hours of entertainment." Harry and Hermione both grinned at the thought of Arthur marvelling over the different ways Muggles maintained their homes.

The elevated platform was in front of the statue in the atrium at the entrance way to the Ministry of Magic. Reporters and spectators were beginning to file in. Harry could feel their eyes on him. Stares, whispers, gossip and accusations. Merlin, this was a miniature nightmare. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hermione watching him with a concerned look. Daphne may be doing the same, but he wasn't about to start looking around. Occlumency! Yeah, that would help. Even breathing.

Harry and Hermione stood to the left of the podium. The Greengrass family stood to the right. Kingsley Shacklebolt soon entered the room with none other than Percy Weasley. Great. At least Percy didn't pretend to be long lost brothers. How on earth is that smarmy bastard related to Bill?

Looking out and considering the number of people here, Harry had to wonder why this simple announcement was even an 'event'. Couldn't they just let Michael out with a full pardon and send a note to the Prophet? Every other controversial move of the ministry seemed to be done clandestinely. At least it had under Fudge. Why not this one? Kingsley was trying to be more transparent, but was it really necessary? Harry painfully realized Michael was a victim of his push for a more conscientious Ministry.

At long last, Kingsley stepped up and addressed the gathered crowd. He discussed the rebuilding of Britain, the importance of unity, and the re-establishment of international diplomacy. It just seemed to go on forever. Was nothing easy? Fortunately, while Kingsley was speaking, the attention was on him.

Harry decided to just ignore the bureaucratic droning and think about his wards. If he re-built the Potter manor, he could incorporate a few of the techniques he had learned. But how could he set up a means of regulating the flexibility of the ward structure? If he planted another acorn, would a second tree be able to regulate the wards? Would Oakheart be able to split his focus? Perhaps he could… Hermione squeezed his hand, bringing him out of his internal warding schematics.

Harry suddenly realized everyone was looking at him. Everyone in the atrium. A brief panic, followed by acceptance of the awkward scenario crossed his mind.

With a shrug and a chuckle he took the honest path, "Sorry folks, I'm more a man of action than of deliberation. I was day dreaming." There was a wave of good natured laughter at that. "Hey, in my defence, I'm still on holiday."

Hermione noted that the last bit was said without any arrogance, just good natured humility. Something Harry exceled at. People seemed to love him despite his imperfections. No, they loved him more for his imperfections. Why couldn't she pull something like this off?

One person spoke up and asked, "Mr. Potter, how do you feel about the release of a Deatheater?"

Harry looked at the man. Obviously a journalist. "I guess that would depend on the Deatheater. Remind me who we are talking about?" It better not be who I think it is…

The reported boldly stated, "Michael Greengrass."

Harry was afraid that's who he meant. "Well, first of all, he's no Deatheater. Michael may have played along, but he helped a number of Muggle-born and Half-blood wizards and witches escape Britain…"

The journalist interrupted him "Sir, he was a known collaborator and a traitor to our society!"

Harry absolutely did not like being interrupted. Who was this clown?

"Let me get this straight. You are questioning me about my knowledge of Deatheaters? Do you have any idea how many Deatheaters I personally defeated? How many… No!"

He shouted the last bit when the journalist tried to interrupt him again. He must have accidentally enhanced the word with a 'Sonorous' charm. That was new. He noted a few panes of glass actually cracked.

"You will not interrupt me when I am answering your question. Michael Greengrass played along while helping refugees escape. He fed me and my friends Intel about Snatchers and Death Eater movements. That information allowed us to save lives. Look around the room and ask yourself, 'How many people here took risks like that'? I'll tell you there weren't many! Most people kept their heads down and waited to be rescued. Waited for people like Michael Greengrass to save them. Yeah, he played the game, but he saved lives doing it!" Harry noticed people were crossing their arms and their breath was now visible. Realizing he was creating a minor cold wave, Harry took a deep breath and relaxed. "Next question?"

Seeing a woman raise her wand, Harry pointed to her. Wasn't this Kingsley's job?

"Mr. Potter, the article in Witch Weekly outlined your horrible treatment at Hogwarts. How accurate was it?"

Shite…. "Well, um. Er, what I mean to say... Can you repeat the question?"

The rest of the meeting went on with far more people asking about the Witch Weekly article. Harry lost his earlier fire and just fidgeted through the questions. He knew his pain and discomfort was showing, but at least it was keeping the attention off Michael. Reporters were like sharks, they could smell blood. He finally ended the last question with a statement about moving forward.

"I'm proud to say I'll be teaching a course at Hogwarts in the near future and I have the utmost confidence in the institution. Yes, I plan to send my son to Hogwarts. Yes, my time there was difficult, but how many people really enjoyed that time of their life? Puberty, growing up… What matters isn't the crap we all dealt with day to day, but the way we fought together at the end. Many of the people I had disagreements with, stood beside me in the final battle. When it mattered. Let's have that be the part we remember."

A few more wands were raised, but Harry waved them off. He was done. Then he saw one wand held by a tiny witch he knew well.

Smiling, Harry pointed to her, "Ms. Lovegood, from the Quibbler?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter. Is it true that you have developed a friendship with a tree?" There were barely concealed laughs in the atrium.

Oh boy, "No comment."

And the session wrapped up. Kingsley came over and thanked Harry for his support and attendance. The Greengrass family approached and did the same. Apparently, his opening statement nullified much of the negative sentiment in the atrium and they were extremely appreciative. Gareth made a point of being especially polite. Harry went out of his way to introduce Hermione to them. It was all very formal and Harry made sure to say how he was looking forward to the Equinox party.

Mr. Greengrass invited both Harry and Hermione over for dinner. Apparently, Andromeda had already accepted for herself. This went along with Harry's plans, but Hermione begged off, saying her mother was expecting her. She did ask for her regards to be given to Michael.

The crowds gathered around and Harry made an uncomfortable exit, asking Hermione to meet him in Arthur's department. He really needed to get away from that cluster of people. It was a shame he couldn't spend time with Luna, he had no idea where her question had come from. Could she have somehow found out about Oakheart?

Harry hid out with Arthur for a good thirty minutes. They talked about all kinds of things in the Muggle world. Harry admitted to having far less contact due to his disruption of electronics. The one topic that didn't come up was Ginny. Thank goodness for that. Eventually, Arthur had to get back to work, so Harry sent his regards to Molly and went to meet Hermione in her department.

They had agreed to meet at her desk. Harry used a minor illusionist charm to blend in and avoid attention. It basically made others ignore him and only see him as a ubiquitous wizard of no discernible features. Less a glamour and more of a mental projections for anonymity. He loved this charm.

Navigating most of the Ministry, he went to Hermione's work area. Hopefully, Amos Diggory would be away. After everything that went down with Cedric and Cho, it was always awkward when he saw the man. He kept trying to mend fences or re-establish friendships… With more than a little guilt, Harry wished he would just go away. Cho and Cedric can have their own life without him being in it.

Entering the area, he saw Hermione at her desk collecting papers. Dropping the anonymity charm, he walked over to her. "Ready to go, Mione?"

"Almost, Harry. Do you want a coffee?" She gestured to a pot in the corner of the department.

"Sure. Do you still take yours with cream?" Hermione nodded and Harry went and poured them both a cup. He could feel the eyes on him the whole time. Didn't they all know he and Hermione were best friends?

Bringing the cup back, he placed it on her desk and settled into the small chair beside her. "Are you up to 'Bells'? I'd like one of their Shepherd's pies. I also need to stop by Florian Fortescue's. Assuming we have time."

Hermione laughed. "What is it with you and Shepherd's pie?" thinking a moment, she added, "We should be able to beat the rush, I was hoping to catch Mr. Diggory, but he may be out a while. I'll drop a note on his desk and check back later."

Harry just sat quietly until she was finished. He always enjoyed watching her work. He wandlessly moved a few objects around on her desk to throw her off. Eventually she caught on and shot him a 'look'.

"Harry, why don't we just meet at Bells?" She could always tell when Harry was bored, he tended to get 'prankish'. Thankfully, Ron and Bill weren't around to encourage him. Still, he was slowing her down and she wanted to wrap up. Technically, everything could wait. But she found a few memo's waiting for her…

—Casting Shadows—

Harry walked into Florian Fontescue's and offered to forgive a year's rent and help with refurbishing and remodelling the shop. Harry said it wasn't fair to expect normal business during the dark period where Voldemort was rising to power. Ice cream was just not something people were willing to risk going out for. The elderly man was fantastically appreciative and introduced Harry to his son who was going to take over the business. They were nice people and he was glad to help.

Going into 'Bells', he met with Katie's dad and made a similar offer. Mr. Bell made a point to say it wasn't necessary, and that they had managed a recovery in part due to Harry's regular patronage. Considering his words, Harry said they would talk more in the future. The Bell family had always supported him. If they refused free rent, maybe he could offer an incentive to set up in Hogsmeade. Realistically, he wanted to have access to their pies if he went to Hogwarts. Win-win opportunity. Maybe.

Hermione soon joined him and they talked about Harry's holdings. They also discussed the fact that many of the Potter investments were in Muggle businesses and completely without oversight. Harry floated a few ideas and asked if Hermione would consider attending university to better understand Muggle business principles and applications. In truth, she always wanted to attend Oxford. But at twenty one, going on twenty two year, that just didn't seem likely. Until now. Harry had noticed a flicker of interest in her eyes as they discussed options.

After lunch, Hermione left for the international portkey departure point and went back to France. Harry went to Grimmauld Place to meet up with Kreacher and decide what to wear to the Greengrass dinner that evening. Andromeda was likely already there. Probably with Narcissa.

Hermione made plans to prepare for entrance exams. Sure, it would be different than attending as an eighteen or nineteen year old, but the challenge would be there. Add in that Harry was offering a full ride and a great job upon completion… It was an amazing opportunity. She was given the option of either attending part time or full time. Either way, she would be a part of Harry's long term plans. The only hesitation was around personal commitments. What would Ron say?

—Casting Shadows—

Grimmauld Place Interlude

Returning to Grimmauld place, Harry had about three hours to get ready. Kreacher picked it out especially for tonight. Along with the wine, they had a top tier bottle of champagne. Apparently, Andromeda had already spoken to the grouchy little house elf, and he had retrieved some of the best bottles in the cellar. Kreacher had also picked out dress robes, stating that proper attire must be observed. It all seemed overdone to Harry.

Earlier, Andromeda had also asked Harry if he was serious about giving her the master suite. Once confirmed, she and Narcissa immersed themselves in plans to remodel. The master suite had colour pallets and flooring samples strewn about. Judging by the choices, this would definitely be a ladies room. Harry also noted she had brought the paintings of both Ted and Nymphadora and Remus to the house. This was good. It was time for Grimmauld Place to once more be the centre of the Black Family. Andromeda and Teddy were the most important parts of that equation.

Showering and throwing on casual clothes, Harry went down to his study to rest before getting ready for the dinner party. There were colour pallets in here as well, but at least they were neutral. Less masculine than the current dark wood and leather, but the colour pallets on display did not seem feminine. Harry could still relax in this room, but it no longer felt like a 'manly-man' study. It was conservative and nice. The perfect study for Lady Black. Yep, he had given away the house, but it felt right.

On a whim, Harry summoned Kreacher and asked how many people the house could comfortably handle. When Kreacher grumbled his suspicions, Harry admitted to plans for a holiday party.

Upon hearing the news, Kreacher was ecstatic. Harry and Andromeda had set the tentative date as December seventh. Watching the elf's reaction, Harry wondered if Kreacher would burst into song and start dancing… nope. He was simply thrilled that the family was in a positon for growth once more. While discussing potential guests, Harry noted a few sly looks when Daphne's name was mentioned. Oh, boy. A Pure-blood and a Slytherin. No wonder he had put Harry in dress robes.

As he thought about removing his belongings from the master suite, Harry wondered where his next room would be. When asked, Kreacher recommended a nice suite near Sirius and Regulus' rooms. It was a nice size. About a third smaller than the master suite, but it had a fireplace and a desk area. Considering the 'portable desk' in Yvoire, that might be just perfect. It also had its own washroom with two sinks. Yes, it would work just fine.

—Casting Shadows—

Greengrass Manor

Wednesday, August 14, 2001

5:30 PM

Harry and Andromeda showed up on time and with the wine and Champagne Kreacher has chosen. They were greeted at the door by Tolly, the family house elf. She took one look at Harry and jumped back. She then began trembling and stuttering. It was not something Andromeda had ever seen before but this was pretty common for Harry.

Harry got down on one knee and introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Harry Potter and this is Lady Black. Are you alright, little friend?" Harry then took the tiny elf's hand and held it.

"Tolly, is sorry Lord Potter Black Peverell. Tolly did not know yous would be here." The small servant was still trembling, but Harry's gentleness was helping.

"No worries, Tolly. We are honoured to be in the home you have devoted so much dedication to." Pipsey had given him that line. He had used some version of it with Frankie as one point or another. Somehow, he had become the patron saint of house elves. It probably had something to do with Dobby. Although Kreacher running around Hogwarts during the final battle, calling him the 'defender of house elves', didn't hurt. House elves are apparently prone to gossip.

Andromeda placed a warm hand on his shoulder. She loved watching Harry like this. He was the same way with his godson. He could be so kind and caring. Dorea was like that as well. Looking up, she saw Cyrus and Roxanne approaching.

The two seemed a bit confused. Harry gave a small squeeze to Tolly and stood to greet his hosts. Tolly popped away and Cyrus extended his hand. "Lord Black. Lady Black. Welcome to Greengrass manor." Harry noted that the Blacks were ancient and noble, while the Potters were just noble. Cyrus referring to him Lord Black was a sign of respect.

Introductions were made and the pair were led into one of the rooms for drinks. Harry handed Cyrus the wine and Champagne Kreacher had chosen and was rewarded with raised eyebrows and an almost comical smile. Kreacher strikes again. Maybe in the future, he would refer to wealthy treats like the wine as 'Kreacher Comforts'.

Entering the room, Harry noted that Draco and Narcissa had not yet arrived. Gareth was standing quietly to the side. Hopefully he would stay that way. Daphne was nowhere to be seen.

Michael approached Harry after he entered the room. "Harry, I'm so glad you could make it." Michael was a few years older than Harry at twenty five… he seemed healthy given his recent residence. Of course, he was on a level of Azkaban that had minimal exposure to Dementors, but he still looked good… all things considered.

Harry held out his hand and shook Michael's vigorously. "Hello, Michael. I'm very glad to be here. It's great to see you again."

Before anyone could utter another word, Daphne and Astoria entered the room. Daphne was dressed in a gorgeous black dress that flattered her in every way. Astoria looked stylish in a similar outfit. Daphne saw Harry and beamed at him. Time stopped for a moment. Then, Harry realized he was staring and made some inane remark about the weather to Michael.

Watching Harry, Michael couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself. He remembered the teenager who was so devoted to Ginny. Who had a fierce and protective friendship with Hermione. The young man who stood up to Voldemort and refused to back down. Never flinching. The same young man that was completely unable to look away from his sister. He had wondered why Daphne had gone through a half dozen outfits before settling on the black dress. All the frantic activity with Astoria. Now he knew why. Tonight would be fun.

Andromeda and Roxanne caught the same moment. Roxanne wondered how this could be the same man that blasted out the journalist at the press conference. The man whose eyes were glowing and voice was magnified to a point that window panes were cracking and the Aurors were getting nervous. The man who had projected waves of power and caused the atrium to drop in temperature dramatically. The entire Atrium!

Now he was enraptured by her oldest daughter. Patiently comforting star-struck house elves. He was the premier mage of Britain, but he was also a kind and courteous guest in their home. Looking at Andromeda, she realized how much pride the older woman had in her 'adopted' son. Cyrus was also watching, somewhat amused. How amused would he be if he knew how nervous his daughter had been? This was not a one-sided attraction.

Daphne walked over to Harry. After a moment, he kissed her hand and they began talking about France. Astoria joined in and it was fun to watch the young adults. Michael eventually went over to talk with Gareth and watch the 'kids' talk and cut up. There was a relaxed quality to their interaction, it seemed impossible that they had only know each other a few weeks. After Draco arrived, he and Astoria immediately coupled up with Harry and Daphne. If you didn't know better, you would think they were two couples. Maybe, they were exactly as they seemed.

Dinner was pleasant and the wine Harry and Andromeda brought was superb. At the end of the meal, the Champagne was served and Cyrus toasted his son and the alliance with the Houses of Black and Potter. Gareth had taken a private moment to, once more, apologize to Harry. He stated that he was a very protective man and viewed Daphne and Astoria as his own daughters. Harry wanted to call him out as a bigot but took the high road. Every family has one or two… In the end, he just said they would put it behind them and look to the future.

After desert, the men went into the study for cigars and cognac. They talked politics and the international state of the wizarding world. In time the subject slowly turned toward Quidditch and predictions for the cup. Draco announced that Harry was a partial owner of the Puddlemere United team and the evening became quite fun. Even Gareth was a Quidditch fan. He preferred the Appleby Arrows, while Cyrus was a staunch Tutshill Tornados fan.

Eventually, Cyrus had Harry alone. "Harry, I want to thank you again for what you said in the Atrium. It made a difference. Today could have gone very differently."

Harry shrugged, "I meant every word. Michael is a hero, pure and simple." He took a deep breath and continued, "I was hoping we could discuss a different matter."

Cyrus noted the young man's nervousness. He knew Harry was born in nineteen eighty, but he looked so young. If he didn't know better, he'd swear Harry was a teenager. He suspected where this was going.

"So, I wanted to formally ask to court your daughter. I promise to treat her with the greatest of respect, and if she isn't interested, I will absolutely respect her wishes." Harry stammered around a bit and finally just said, "I think she's brilliant."

As a father, Cyrus was happy. Here was a bright young wizard with a tremendous future asking to court Daphne. He was well mannered and, as Cyrus had seen with Tolly, exceptionally kind. He was still learning the 'ins' and 'outs' of wizarding society, bit that was hardly his fault. Politically, this was pure gold. Other families would line up to curry favour with the Greengrass family. Yes, Harry was only a half-blood, but his muggle-born mother turned out to be a descendant of Slytherin. And the diversity of genetics would ensure strong genetics. Cyrus' grandchildren could be the heirs of Slytherin! However, it wouldn't do to make this too easy or to get too far ahead of himself.

Cyrus nodded a moment, then held out his hand. "You may court my daughter, but I do expect you to continue your studies in our society's traditions. A woman like Daphne requires a certain degree of… social behaviour." Cyrus was careful to present his 'demands' with a warm demeanour. It wouldn't do to alienate the young man they had worked so hard to ally themselves with. With a smile, he added, "You also will find that having an intelligent and cultured witch on your arm will open many doors for you."

Harry nodded, "Yes sir." But he wasn't sure what the final answer really was. Were there conditions or something? Was it supposed to sound like a 'yes', but actually be a 'no'? "Does this mean I have your blessing?" It sounded like it might be a blessing…

Cyrus smiled, "Absolutely".

The night ended nicely. Harry made a point to say goodbye to each member of the Greengrass family. He made a point to talk privately to Daphne about a potential date once he was back in England. Admitting that he had talked with her father, he assured her that if she felt differently, he would not let that affect the alliance. She seemed to be expecting this… and she said yes.

Harry would talk to Andromeda about amending the contract. Dating her would be easier if it was on more even ground. He noticed she was quite smug the whole trip back to France. Harry shared the discussion with Cyrus, and she seemed to approve. In a week, they would return to England, but Daphne would be staying with her family and helping Michael to settle back in. All good.

—Casting Shadows—

Potter House

Yvoire, France

Wednesday, August 15

7AM

Harry awoke from a deep and satisfying sleep. His parents' incarnations were pleased and were glad he was moving on after his breakup with Ginny. They advised against moving too fast, but being open to moving forward. They were also glad he was bonding with Catherine. Most of the evening was spent with his parent's incarnations talking about their own dating experiences.

He awoke to his familiar coiled around his arm and Teddy looking at him. Today they are going to the Eiffel Tower, then the award ceremony. He was to be presented with the Magical France version of the Légion d'Honneur for saving those witches. The Chevalier version. It would go with his Order of Merlin. They would be awarded a medal for bravery. Harry was very glad Gabrielle was receiving an award. He had wondered, since she was not kidnapped. But it was her portkey that made it possible for him to save the others. And… it would seem rotten to leave her out.

Harry had written a special speech for the event and was looking forward to getting it over with. Andromeda would be at the Malfoy's Chateau, no doubt enjoying time with Narcissa. She had mentioned taking Draco as an understudy once he completed his training in France. Having Draco in England would be nice. Harry also knew it would also make things easier for Astoria. Maybe Draco would even come back to Grimmauld Place. Harry and Draco really bonded there.

Well, after he kicked Draco's ass all over the place… Good times.

—Casting Shadows—

Harry got out of bed and had one of his best workouts in months and it really felt great. The tree continued growing and the wards were settling in to the property perfectly. Aina was coming by to commune with the tree and consider different nethermantic wards. Harry didn't mind giving her access, as long as it was just her. Harry finished up his breakfast and headed out with Teddy at ten o'clock.

Walking out, he had a familiar sensation. Like being watched. Again, from just outside the wards. He assumed a fighting stance and pulled his wands. But whatever he had felt was gone. Looking over, Aina had sensed it too. That actually made him feel better. He wasn't imagining things.

Aina looked over at him, "Harry… what was that? It felt… primal." Her eyes were glowing softly as she scanned the area.

"I don't have a clue. It seems to be following me around. This is the second time here and I think I felt it at the Delacour manor…"

"Daddyyyy, lets gooooo!" Teddy could care less about the presence, he wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower.

Whatever had been here was now gone… "Simmer down, Teddy bear, we're leaving." Gently taking his son's hand, Harry placed a bracelet on Teddy that projected a minor glamor to mask his frequent 'metamorphing'. Harry knew the precautions, can't go into Paris with constantly shifting hair.

Aina was still watching the periphery. "Be careful, Harry. I didn't sense corruption or overt malice… but there was a deep hunger." She steeled her eyes and added, "It wants something."

—Casting Shadows—

Malfoy Chateau

Nernier, France

August 15, 3:00pm

For five hours, Teddy had been in high gear. The fact that Harry bought him a double ice cream cone didn't calm him one bit. The pair had an amazing day in Paris and Harry finally made it to the Eiffel Tower. Harry and Teddy had an amazing and colourful 'father and son' day. Harry delivered Teddy to Andromeda at three o'clock sharp. The boy was half asleep.

Catherine showed up and joined the pair after the third hour and the three of them had fun together. Harry was overjoyed by her arrival, she had a way of keeping Teddy occupied. Muggles couldn't see Catherine, so they got a few odd looks. Still, Harry had a blast with his 'kids'. Upon arriving at the Malfoy Chateau, Draco showed Harry the Quidditch stats he had been tracking. Apparently, this was projected to be a very competitive year. Who knew Draco Malfoy loved Puddlemere United?

Harry stayed until four, then headed home to shower, shave, and put on his robes. This time, he was wearing the lighter armour. It would fit under his robes with minimal visible bulk. Unless someone was looking for it, and knew what to look for, no one would notice. The robes may gather a bit and the drape would be off, but he'd still look decent enough. Without the dancing, no one would be touching him of feeling the armour. This time, no one was talking him out of it. His weapons were another matter altogether. His short swords and his Iklwa wouldn't fit, and forget about the pistols. Only his boot knife would make the cut tonight. More of a dirk actually. Two wands and a dirk.

Harry knew the plan. He'd meet the up with Bill and Fleur between 5:00 and 5:30. The ceremony started at 6:00, so there would be a little time to mingle. After the ceremony, food would be served. Around eight the whole event would wrap up. Then, they'd head back to the Delacour manor for a coffee and dessert. Mr. Delacour had invited the other families to join as well. Given their influence, this felt a bit political, but Harry suspected it was in part to show off his daughters. And to give Gabrielle the night she deserved.

Harry looked into his mirror and straightened his tie. The mirror spoke in an aristocratic voice saying, "tu es magnifique!" Harry smiled, it was always nice to hear that you look magnificent.

At five fifteen, he showed up at the Delacour manor and met up with Bill, and Fleur. Mr. and Mrs. Delacour left with Gabrielle more than an hour earlier. In a few moments, he would be off to the award ceremony. Likely there would be a huge crowd. Hopefully, he could give his speech and fade into the background. All those eyes on him. Hanging on his every word. Waiting for him to say something stupid. He should have brought his familiar. Selene could always entertain him. Artemis and Hecate would pick up on the different peculiarities of the event. Well, this was Gabrielle's big day.

—Casting Shadows—

The French Ministry

Senior Auror Williamson was in his dress uniform, preparing for the event. He had made a few contacts in the French ministry and his team had excelled. Bones went back to England to recover from whatever had affected her, but they were in wrap up mode now. Weasley and Davis had done a much better job of integrating than he had expected. The French Aurors had initially been resentful but seeing his best field agents in action had made a difference. Apparently, Davis had shined in the interrogations as well.

The general consensus was that Bones had encountered a curse at some point in the Lavoisier manor, but would make a full recovery. The Dark Lord had not shown up, but it was only a matter of time. Potter had decimated the followers, so this new Dark Lord had no fangs. Robards sent word that Williamson was to return and begin working with the new recruits. The British Aurors were rather thinly staffed and needed the new class to hit the ground running. Williamson recommended leaving Weasley and Davis in France until the whole French Dark Lord situation was wrapped up.

Ron was chatting it up with a couple of French Aurors. Apparently, they thought the French Quidditch league was on par with England and Bulgaria. After about fifteen minutes, the only thing they could agree on was that the US had no teams that could compete on the international level. It took him a while, but he was actually getting on great with these French Aurors.

Seeing Dominique standing off to the side alone, he excused himself and went over to say hello. He knew the young lady was a bit of an intellectual outcast, but she reminded him a little bit of Hermione. Always probing and watching, but never diving in. She would have made a good Ravenclaw. The woman was a few years older, but still young. About Fleur's age. Quite attractive in a bookish sort of way. According to the other Aurors, she was a rising star in the DMA and was being mentored by Mme. Bellamy herself.

ϡ"Hello Dominique, ready for the event?"ϡ Ron was on a first name basis with the witch. Davis as well.

She looked pensive. ϡ"I am. You clean up nicely Ronald." ϡ She smiled, but seemed distracted.

Ron was far more observant than in the past and picked it up immediately. ϡ"Is everything alright? No offense, but you seem distracted."ϡ

ϡ"We picked up a surge in the Auvergne region. It's probably nothing."ϡ

Ron knew that look. Hermione had it every time she was ignoring her instincts. ϡ"Dominique, you don't believe that for one minute. What flared up?" ϡ Harry never had it. Harry would always go with his instincts. Most of the time, he was right. Most of the time.

ϡ"Mme. Bellamy said it was no different than the other nine hundred and ninety-nine little magical surges that pop up every day. Still, this one seemed a little too… bland. A basic privacy ward, but it is out in the middle of nowhere. So bland, it shouldn't have even registered, but it did because it is predictable. It repeats every 12 hours. There are no ley lines in the area… so it just seemed odd."ϡ

Ron knew the DMA and the DoM had all kinds of rituals that track magical 'happenings' across their territories. Skilled mages could evade them, but predictability was a huge flag…

ϡ"Can you pin point it?" ϡ He had no desire to wander around the French countryside for hours on end.

Dominique gave a short nod, ϡ"Oi, the general location."ϡ

ϡ"OK, let's check it out. With a little luck, we can even catch the back half of the ceremony." ϡ He didn't want to go to that stuffy ceremony anyway. He was only going because it was Harry and Gabrielle's award. And Williamson told him to.

Looking at the witch, he realized he may need backup. Nothing against Domonique, but she didn't seem like a fighter. Yeah, backup. Williamson and Davis should be enough and they would know if they needed more after a quick recon of the location. Probably.

—Casting Shadows—

Beauxbaton Gardens

6:15 PM

Harry played the 'statesman' for thirty minutes before the ceremony began. In truth, he spent the majority of the time meeting the families of the witches he had saved. It was more than a little disconcerting that so many were related to British Death Eaters. To their credit, they claimed to have written off their 'criminal cousins' long ago. As a whole, they couldn't be nicer. Apolline had to rescue him only once when a family became a bit too interested in pairing Harry with their daughter. Apparently, Andromeda had asked her to intercede. Harry had begun referring to Gabrielle as his apprentice and he noted she received both looks of envy and admiration. As the ceremony began, he went up to the stage with the other award recipients and watched as the French President stepped up to the podium.

Twenty boring minutes later, the French Président Magique wrapped up his speech and presented Harry with the Légion d'Honneur du Chevalier. He then presented each of the seven witches with Bronze 'Médaille d'Honneur pour acte de courage et de dévouement'. Also known as the Honor medal for courage and devotion.

After the awards were distributed, Harry was asked to speak to the assembly. Stepping up to the podium, he was amazed at how many people were there. He saw Colin taking photos. Williamson from the British Aurors, Padma and Saul from the DoM. Mme. Bellamy and 'that guy' from the French version of the DMLE. Jean Chopin was there! Nice. He even saw… Hermione? She didn't mention being here, she was supposed to be with her mom. So many people…

OK, time to get this party started…

ϡ"Ladies and Gentlemen, Today, you are bestowing upon me an amazing honour. Since coming to France, I have been impressed by the many wonderful people I have met. The seven witches with me on the stage are especially amazing and it has been an honour getting to know them. These witches are our future and will blaze forth, redefining our world and leading us into the new millennia."ϡ

Harry Paused for the applause that followed. Oddly, some of the participants were not applauding with enthusiasm.

ϡ"As you all know, I have made a habit of battling what are commonly referred to as 'Dark Mages'. The key to their success is in taking advantage of people who feel threatened or cheated in some way. In Great Britain, we had a Dark Lord that manipulated the pure-blooded members of that society. He preyed on their concerns over a loss of tradition and pride. He used a tattoo to gain control over these individuals and families. He corrupted their originally innocent ideals and slowly converted proud families into slaves for his desire for power."ϡ

ϡ"Now, there is a new Dark Lord who has taken his desire for power to another group that feels threatened. Those born outside of the magical world. The Muggle-born wizards and witches who feel left out and discriminated against. But even these individuals predominantly rejected this new group of criminals. So, they kidnapped and used the blood of peaceful Muggle-borns to exert control and power over them."ϡ

ϡ"Two rising dark lords that took advantage of different groups in our society. Let me be clear, these evil men couldn't care less about the rhetoric they spout. They only want one thing. Power. They find the weakest elements in our world. The find the areas where we are most susceptible to fear and uncertainty. They then exploit these same weaknesses. Instead of trying to improve our society, to mend the rifts that exist, they drive a wedge into it and further divide us. They use our differences to further their own personal agenda."ϡ

ϡ"The next Dark Lord may focus on differences between countries, between cultures, between men and women, between humans and other magical races. The opportunities are so vast… The cost of letting a Dark Lord rise is unbelievable. But only if we fail to listen. Fail to act. We got lucky and stopped the current Dark Lord before he could consolidate his power. Much of the thanks resides in the courage of the witches on the stage with me. Without their courage and support none of us would be up here today. The horrors that befell the Lavoisier family and their beloved house elf could have been just the beginning. And let's not forget, that Dark Lord is still out there."ϡ

ϡ"So, here is my challenge. To all of you and to the future leaders on the stage with me," Harry gestured to the seven witches behind him. "Make our society better. It won't happen overnight, but it can happen. And if we all work to build an egalitarian environment, where new ideas are valued and our society's traditions are maintained, it will happen. And the next time a cowardly, wannabe Dark Lord tries to rise up, no one will listen. United, we will survive. It is only divided, that we will fall. Thank You."ϡ

There was a standing ovation. Harry knew some of the applauders were just going along with the sentiment, but it was still a victory in his eyes. Look over the crowd, he searched for his friend. Hermione, the one person who had always stood beside him.

Hermione was standing, but not applauding. Had he misstated something? Did he offend her? Then he saw her eyes. Cloudy. Unfocused. She was holding a wand the way she used to… when she was expecting… a fight... Suddenly, he noticed dozens more like her. All holding their wands. Shite!

Harry shouted out, ϡ"Aurors, we're under attack!" ϡ as he shot a stunner at Hermione. Seeing the red beam splatter off a sudden shield, he remembered the bracelet he gave her. The one with the built in 'Protego' charm.

Shite, shite, shite!

All Hell broke loose.

—Casting Shadows—

One Hour Earlier

Auvergne Region, France

Tracey Davis, Ronald Weasley, and Dominique Aris slowly approached a small house. They had apparated about a half mile away and proceeded carefully. All three were disillusioned, but cognizant of the fact that sudden movements would create a visible blurring of the air. As close as they were to each other, they could make out where each member was. Approximately, anyway. They were moving slowly with Dominique in the front. Dominique had a three feet long brass rod that could detect magical fields and wardings.

Ron knew these two were going out on a limb. Williamson had made a point to say both Ron and Tracey needed to be at the ceremony. They could investigate later. Ron figured, how would Williamson even know? With all his hob-knobbing and politicking… He wouldn't give them a second thought. Of course, he made the statement publicly, so this would be a case of public insubordination. Tracy was reluctant, but she had her priorities straight. Dominique felt like she was going against Mme. Bellamy, but she hadn't been specifically told not to check it out…

Dominique stopped and extended her arms to stop the others. ϡ "Wards have been set up. Given the distance to the house, and the fact that there is no ley line in the area, I'd say it is a detection ward."ϡ

Tracey knew very little about wards, but she knew they needed a ley line. ϡ"So, no ley line? How is it maintained?" ϡ Daphne used to set privacy wards up all the time, but she usually tied them to the castle wards to some degree.

Ron answered before Dominique, ϡ"Temporary charms can be set up. It takes a good bit of personal power, but most competent wizards and witches can set one up. A radius this large makes me think it was set by at least three casters. Probably maintained at regular intervals."ϡ

Dominique listened and agreed. Ron had obviously been listening to his older brother. ϡ"Right. The setting and re-setting is probably what was picked up at headquarters. I have a device that can siphon off the mana, but if we go too fast, it will alert the caster."ϡ

Ron was familiar with such devices. ϡ"How long? If we plan this right, we can place ourselves at key entry points. Kick the door in front in at the same time as the one in back."ϡ

Tracy hastily added, ϡ"Well, doors are probably warded up as well. Aris, how many of those devices do you have?"ϡ

ϡ"I'd estimate a minimum of about thirty minutes on the perimeter ward. Forty five would be safer. One door would take maybe fifteen minutes. Depending on the ward. I only have one ward disenchanter, so no dual entry…"ϡ

Ron thought for a minute. ϡ"Nah. I'll blow the front door in with a Blasting charm followed by a few 'finite' charms to trip up any traps. Meanwhile, Dominique drains the wards off the back door and Tracey sneaks in while I make all the noise. You two just need to signal me when the back door is safe, I'll make like a bull and charge in."ϡ

Tracey thought about it and it was a good plan. Not a great plan, but good. ϡ"Just be careful. You didn't wear your armour."ϡ

—Casting Shadows—

Beauxbaton Garden Ceremony

Right after Harry Alerted the Aurors

Harry was shielding the stage but staying focused on Hermione. She was just as dangerously creative with her spells as ever. Easily one of the most lethal attackers. Ron said she had never gone to one of the ERM meetings... Obliviation, maybe? Fortunately, she was completely focused on the offensive, not on defense. She didn't even dodge. The 'Confringo' Blasting Charm she shot at the Président had heft to it. Harry parried the spell with the elder wand and silently shot a 'Petrificus Totalus!' her way with his holly wand. He poured a massive amount of power behind it to overcome the bracelet. With the extra power, Harry managed to bring Hermione down with a Full Body Bind after overpowering the bracelet.

Harry was shouting out orders. ϡ "Non-lethal only! They're not in control of themselves!" ϡ The Aurors seemed to understand. Primarily 'Stupefy' stunning charms were being used, but the attackers were primarily using piercing charms and cutting curses. A few of the attackers, like Hermione, used blasting charms and caused a great deal of damage, but the Aurors focused on incapacitating the casters able to use area effect curses and charms.

The Aurors were outnumbered 20:1 and were barely managing. Still, there were injuries. Both among the civilians and the Aurors. Harry noted the Aurors were trained well and were spending most of their time shielding both themselves and civilians. Just like he was. But they were slowly taking down their opponents. Hopefully, the Aurors were not using lethal force on the imperioused attackers. Harry vowed to create an area effect stupefy hex when this was over. Maybe there already was one…

The witches on the stage were quickly evacuated with the Président, so Harry was able to focus on the scene. Most of the attacking wizards and witches seemed single minded in their attacks. They seemed to focus on attacking with little thought to self-preservation. These were Kamikaze troopers. Harry was shielding as many civilians as possible, but it was stretching him pretty thin. One blasting curse stuck the stage and sent him tumbling.

He struck the ground hard and groaned in pain as he stood up. Nothing seemed broken, but he'd have dark bruises in the morning. People were screaming and there was chaos. From the stage he could see the battle well and used it to good advantage. Taking down possessed attackers and shielding civilians. But on the ground, not so much.

He quickly cast, "Spiritus Ærmis!" protecting him with a layer of mystical armour. Not as effective as a Protego shield charm, but it allowed him to focus on helping others. The spirit armour, when combined with his Basilisk armour, was quite effective. Add in his natural ability to sense incoming magic and his skill at dodging, he was less at risk than most. But in the chaos, no one was really safe.

Harry focused on the centre of the clearing. This was where most of the attackers were located, firing indiscriminately. He quickly and cast "Quassum Terrae!" The ground immediately started to buckle and undulate in the clearing. Those in the clearing, primarily the attackers, all stopped firing in an attempt to stay upright. Now the Aurors were able to cease focusing on primarily defending and begin picking off the attackers.

Along the periphery of the 'Earth Shaker' spell, the fighting was still intense. Harry took in the scene and noted the worst centred on Bill and Fleur's position. It was like they were specifically being targeted and not just random targets. Similar to how Hermione was focusing on the Président.

Bill was fighting in his normal sneaky manner and had taken down half a dozen assailants. Fleur was as graceful as he remembered, but she seemed a bit out of practice. Bill was covering her. He was also using more lethal spells. In the split second he had realized that, Harry noted the three attackers duelling Bill. Not just throwing curses at him. They were attacking and defending themselves. These were not possessed victims…

Checking his blind side, he turned back and cast a quick "Fulgar Uitta!" It was the Lightning Ribbon spell. He pulled back the power quite a bit and hopefully they would survive to be questioned. But he kept the output high enough to put all three down. His Holly wand was already stretched back with a spear forming.

One attacker managed to get up a shield, to which Harry silently followed up with a 'Hastram Tinitrua!' The thunder spear. The shield shattered with the spear dissipating in a huge shockwave that blew the assailant back ten yards or so, completely unconscious. Harry was a bit closer to the blast than he liked and his ears were ringing.

Unable to hear the incantation over the ringing of his ears, Harry felt a magical surge behind him. He knew this spell. The killing curse. He launched himself to the side and came up rolling just in time to see a sneering witch portkey away.

Looking about, he took in the scene. The attackers all seemed to just drop, like marionettes with their strings cut. Had they been controlled by the witch who portkeyed away? No, not possible. This many possessed individuals would require total focus.

Where had the Killing curse gone? Unless blocked, that curse just killed whoever it hit. Protego shields and mystical armour had no effect.

Then he heard a keen wailing over the ringing of his ears.

Turning, he saw Fleur hysterically crying over a red haired Wizard. The wizard's eyes were staring blankly and lifelessly to the sky.

Who was it?

And where was Bill?

No!

No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!

There was a wailing sound, like an animal in anguish. It was unbearable to hear. Heart-breaking loss.

Harry vaguely realized, he was the source of the sound.

—Casting Shadows—

Auvergne Region, France

A few minutes earlier

Ronald Weasley had just gotten the signal. The wards on the back door had been eliminated. With a quietly cast 'Homenum Revelio!' he saw there were three people inside. All on the first floor. He carefully pointed his wand and said "Bombarda!" The front door exploded and Ron tossed three 'Finite Incantatem' charms through the door. There was a definite sizzling of 'something' being disenchanted. More powerful wards or curses would likely not be affected, but then, who puts lethal curses inside their own home?

Ron charged inside and immediately saw two older men and a woman sitting in a circle. Hovering three feet from the floor, directly in the centre, was a ball of what appeared to be blood. It was about a foot or so in diameter, glowing and pulsing. The occupants appeared to be emerging from a trance, likely his Bombards had disturbed them. Without pause, he pointed his wand and shouted, 'Expulso!' Sending a pressurized blasting curse directly to the centre of the circle.

Blood exploded all over the room and the occupants were thrown forcefully through the air. Tracy came in and fired off stunners followed by Incarcerous charms to secure the room. Catching their breath, Ron, Tracey, and Dominique looked about the room. Blood was splattered everywhere, but it was from the ball that had been levitating. There were runes and designs all over the room. All appeared to be written in blood.

Dominique began photographing the scene. ϡ"This is the blood possession ritual. I've never seen anything like it. The runes and the language… I've never seen it before." ϡ It became clear she was primarily talking to herself.

Tracy approached Ron, "Nice work Gryffindor! Your 'bull charge' did the trick." Looking about, she added in French, ϡ"Let's secure the premises and get a curse breaker in here."ϡ

Ron was about to respond, when a witch suddenly appeared. By the look of it, it was a portkey. Seeing the Aurors, the witch started to apparate away when Tracey caught her with a quick and silent 'Expelliarmus!' Which was quickly followed by a 'Stupefy!' to stun her.

Dominique was staring at the witch. ϡ "I know her. She's in the DMA!"ϡ

—Casting Shadows—

Next Chapter: The Hall of Ma'at

Note: I absolutely want to thank those of you that have stuck with me while I 'found my path'. I veered a bit into the 'Angsty' world, then pulled out of that. It's an easy trap to fall into. I spent too much time on unimportant conversations, I try to avoid those now. I did a bit of world building – which I love. And I struggled early on with writing Ginny, but that shouldn't be much of an issue now. As my first story, I have learned quite a bit. I still have a long way to go, but I don't actually intend to be a professional writer, this is just for fun.

That said, I struggle with spelling and grammatical errors. Is Death Eater one word or two? Do I capitalize it? The answer depends on where you look and who you ask. Should I use UK English or American English? In this chapter, I am using UK English and I kind of like the feel of it. So this will be a bit of a departure from previous chapters. If MS Word recognises the use of 'thru', why is it considered incorrect? Well, apparently it is a major flaw in my earlier chapters, so I went back and scrubbed them of the word because so many have pointed it out as distracting. Some have been polite and collaborative in their communications and feedback, others… well, not so much. Still, there is usually a grain of truth in any review that contains detail. Sometimes, more than a grain and I try to learn from them. A few just seem insulting and a bit annoying. For example, I had a painful review regarding my spelling that made me really think about what's important (feel free to go and read it. It's tied to chapter 8).

What is important: What is important is that you enjoy the story. I may have a few instances of written material that is not correct either in spelling or grammar. Some of my newer chapters will be in UK English, so there will be a few consistency issues. Color vs colour, armor vs armour, recognize vs recognise, etc. I'm just accepting this, because I really like the feel of using UK English. I will, however, avoid the use of the word 'thru' from here on out. If you take the time to write a review, I will respond through private messaging. If you ask questions, I'll answer them to the best of my ability. If you point out errors or problems, I'll try to correct them. But in the end, I really just want you to enjoy the story. Recognising that grammar and spelling are important, I have a Beta reader now that has given me a tremendous amount of help in this regard as well as story feedback.

So, thank you 'MoleOfWar' for the amazing job you have done in helping improve my story.

Non-Canon Spells:

Spiritus Ærmis = Spirit Armour. Grants a degree of protection for injury and magic. About the equivalent of Dragon Hide armour.

Quassum Terrae = Earth shake. An elemental spell that creates a localized earthquake with shaking and undulating earth. Tends to make people fall down or struggle to regain balance.

Fulgar Uitta = Lightning Ribbon. A broad area of effect lightning strike. Less intense than a lightning bolt, but effective against multiple attackers.

Hastram Tinitrua = Thunder Spear. Strikes with a shockwave that deafens and stuns the area targets.