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/Mind Powers! Boo-yah Baby!/

Hermione and the Weasley family were quite annoyed at their friend Harry Potter. He up and disappeared, with royalty no less, and left his friends to face the inevitable questions. They had last seen him almost two weeks ago. In that time each of them had answered questions for the aurors, the Unspeakables, representatives from the department of international magical cooperation, and of course the order of the phoenix.

So when a happy and well fed Harry and Hedwig suddenly appeared in the back garden, the inclination of most present was to hex first and ask questions once they had him tied down. The situation was made worse because with the downfall of Dumbledore, security at the Burrow had been increased. New wards prevented apparition and portkeys from entering the property unless they were made by Arthur Weasley or Alastor Moody. Their sudden appearance should not have occurred.

Charlie let loose a stunner honed from years of trying to get spells through a dragon's thick hide while Bill preferred an ancient Egyptian hex that was less likely to be countered. Neither was prepared to see Hedwig dive in front of the curses and put up a glittering shield, nor were they expecting her to launch two small balls of purple flames from her beak

Hedwig started in on the two elder Weasleys with a vengeance, hooting and clucking her displeasure while she tried to beat the offenders with her wings and scratch them with her claws. Ron, who saw this display but couldn't understand Hedwig thought it hilarious. Harry, who could understand her, was less than pleased.

"Hedwig! Where did you even learn those words? It's not polite to attack people in their own homes. Granted that it is also impolite to attack guests, but that is no excuse for your mouth!"

Hedwig hooted at him some, and seemed ashamed.

"I don't care what kind of off color language they use in the owlery, the Burrow is not place for that kind of talk. The Weasleys are civilized people, apologize."

Hedwig gave each of the three Weasley brothers present a glare before ruffling her feathers and making several cooing noises. The Weasley brothers were very amused by this point, having never seen such a thoroughly chastised owl.

"Harry!"

"Yeah Ron?"

"What are you doing here? Everyone has been looking for you and I do mean everyone."

"What, a guy can't visit his friends on his days off? I thought I would stop by and let you all know every thing was alright."

"Have you seen what the papers are writing about you now? They aren't true are they?"

"No I haven't seen them Ron, I can't get the papers where I have been. What are they saying now?"

"Apparently you are a high ranking member of a dark cult called the Hourglass, practicing cannibalistic sex magics. Apparently you are the next Dark Lord, Harry.'

"Firstly, it would be hard to get respect as the Dark Lord Harry. It just doesn't have that zing. And is it cannibalistic if it only involves drinking blood?"

"I don't know. I think it does though if it is human blood."

"Ok, so maybe they got the cannibalistic sex magic part right, but I am not a member of the Hourglass. Three of my five teachers practice the ways of the Hourglass, and I bet Lucy will make four as soon as she grows up a bit, but I do not."

"WHAT?"

"Don't worry, I am not practicing dark… No wait I guess I am technically practicing Dark magic…. Oh bugger it. I am still fighting on the side of the Light Ron! Don't worry about me becoming a new Dark Lord."

"Harry," Charlie was fingering his wand nervously, "You aren't exactly reassuring us here."

"Look, this is all way too complex to explain in detail and too many terms need to be defined first. Suffice to say I have sworn on my magic to protect those in need no matter who they are and I can testify to that under veritaserum. Now can I go give your mother, sister, and girlfriend a hug or will I need to hex you all first? I've got things to do now that I am back in the country."

Bill finally found his voice, "First you're going to have to tell us how you got past the wards. If you got in that means there is a hole I need to fix."

"Your wards are fine Bill, some of the best I've ever seen they just can't stop me. Hermione is going to ask me a lot of questions too. How about we all sit down over some of your mother's lemonade and I will answer what I can. I swear on my magic I will not bring harm to the Weasley family or their guests today." Another swirl of magic, "So, lemonade?"

The brothers looked uncomfortable but decided that he was still Harry and they would listen to his story before judging him.

After gathering all the Weasleys and Hermione to the table and a quick kiss from Ginny, Harry sat down to answer the inevitable hail of questions, most of which would probably come from Bill and Hermione. Hedwig sat on the perch with Errol and Pig, and the three seemed to strike up a conversation.

"Ok, we'll start the interrogation. How about I ask a question first and then we can go around the table? Bill, Mrs. Weasley, would it be alright if I brought a guest to the wedding? I made the mistake of mentioning I was coming to Lucy and now she begged me to ask you."

"Of course dear, one more guest is not a problem."

"Fine with me, but you might want to mention it to Fleur later."

"Okay, my question. WHO'S LUCY?" Ginny did not look happy.

Harry laughed at her jealous expression, "Lucille Angelline-SaDiablo is my adopted sister, and she's only ten. There is no reason to get jealous Gin."

Hermione came next. "Harry, why did you need that candlestick and candles so much? I'm sorry by the way; the Unspeakables took it when they couldn't find you."

"Damn, I told you those were expensive, I guess I am trapped here until I can get them replaced. The candles and candlestick were part of a ritual we used to open a portal. The portal took us from Stonehenge to something similar near SaDiablo Hall in Dhemlan. I will not be able to return unless I get another candlestick with the precise measurements and brew some new candles."

"So if we want you to stay all we need to do is make sure you don't get anymore candles?" Ron wasted his question; he originally was going to ask if Harry was joking about the sex magic.

"It would stop me for a little while, but eventually Saetan and Daemon would come looking for me and bring new ones with them. You don't want to get on their bad side."

Shocked silence reigned for a moment as people wondered if they heard what they thought they heard. Fred and George came to the rescue.

"Who's Daemon?"

"And have you pranked Saetan yet?"

"Daemon is actually Saetan Daemon SaDiablo the second, he is my adopted father and is teaching me some really different uses of magic. No, I haven't pranked Saetan yet, but I've got one planned. Saetan is teaching me politics and protocol by the way."

"Cool, our youngest brother is –"

"-being taught politics by the devil himself!"

"Not quite right. Yes, Saetan Daemon SaDiablo Senior is the High Lord of Hell and the basis for a lot of legend, but he is not a demon nor is he a bad person. He is a Guardian and as firmly on the side of Light as I am and Dumbledore was. He is a kind and loving person, mostly."

Charlie chipped in his contribution, "Why did you need all the dragon's blood Harry?"

"Some of it was for potions, some of it was part of my payment for my tutoring, and some I just wanted to have on hand just in case. Here let me show you." He called in the half bottle of yarbarah he had left over from his birthright ceremony and a glass. He poured two mouthfuls into the glass and set it slowly rotating over a ball of witch-fire.

"Try some of this. I can't say I much like the taste, but it is used in a lot of rituals and good for restoring lost energy." He took the first sip to show it was safe and handed the glass to Charlie.

"Wow, that's like a pepper up potion, only I can definitely taste blood. Do I want to know what else is in it?"

"Would it disturb you to know that some of the blood you tasted was mine?"

"You're right, I don't want to know."

Bill finally wanted his question answered, "How did you get past all the wards. You can't apperate, you can't portkey, and you shouldn't have been able to walk onto the property unannounced."

Harry summoned Charlie's guitar from the corner and strummed a little as he answered in a song, "The answer my friends is riding on the winds, the answer is riding on the winds"

Chuckles rose from a few at his cheekiness but Bill and Hermione were not amused. Hermione exploded.

"First you misquoted the song and second you didn't answer the question! You promised to answer them."

"Ok, ok. I actually did answer the question but I didn't explain. I guess I should at least to put all of your minds at ease about your security. Bill, since you are a curse breaker I assume you know about the ley line that runs across the back corner of the property?"

"Yes, I do. It actually made the warding a lot harder to erect in that area because we had to match the power levels exactly to that of the ley line before we could lay the ward. But even there you should not have been able to sneak past them."

"Tell me Bill, which parts of the ward need to be strongest? The outside edges right? So the power enters at the edge and flows inwards towards the house, correct?"

"Yes, but I really don't see how that makes a difference."

"Well I have a different way of traveling now. Those who know it call it "riding the winds." Basically it involves following the power flow in ley lines. Once I was on the line that crossed your wards, I was able to get inside without tripping them. Don't worry, Hedwig and I are the only two people on earth right now who can ride the winds."

"Are you certain?"

"I am absolutely sure. Those who taught me no longer exist on earth and the rest of you don't have Jewels. You need a Jewel to ride the winds."

Harry reached into his shirt and pulled out his Red jewel that had been mounted by Bernard, the jeweler Saetan recommended, in between two griffons on a chain around his neck.

"I've got another on an anklet, and if you look closely at Hedwig you will see an Opal around her neck. These act as a focus object similar to a wand. They are not compatible with anyone except their owner and they don't come from this world so no one else can get one."

Mr. Weasley looked intrigued.

"Don't tell that to anyone from the department of mysteries see that then. So if they are not from this world, how did you get one?"

"Answering that gets into a conversation that the department of mysteries would kill to find out. Basically, the universe as you know it isn't the only thing out there. There are at least four parallel universes we know of. My tutors used to believe it was only three, but recently discovered otherwise."

"There is this reality with earth and all its wonders. There is the Realm of Light called Terriele. There is the Realm of Shadows called Kaleer. Finally there is the Dark Realm called Hell. There are a few spots in each reality where they all touch and over lap. At these spots there is a ritual that can be performed to craft a portal between the Realms. There used to be at least one more realm my teachers think. They believe the Veil in the department of mysteries used to be a permanent portal to another realm."

"Over millions of years of chaos and human unpredictability the Realms have become very different places and our magic is different too. For instance, the purebloods here are very proud to have family lines that go back six hundred years or more. In Terriele there are the Hundred Families that trace their lines back several thousand years. And then there is the SaDiablo family in Kaleer. In Kaleer, the lines can go back several thousand years too, but none can match the SaDiablo's. The SaDiablo family has ruled in Kaleer for more than Fifty Thousand Years. Our pureblood supremacists don't know the meaning of the word purity. Theirs don't either to be honest, it is more important to be able to perform magic than to have a long line of ancestors. So long as you can perform magic, your status is based on strength and inborn ability. If you marry into one of the big name families you still have the same respect as if you were born into it."

Mrs. Weasley finally got her turn. "You mentioned being adopted. You know you've always got a place here don't you?"

"Of course Mrs. Weasley, I have always considered you my family, they adopted me formally and filed the papers, but you adopted me with your heart a long time ago and I won't forget that. Last weekend, we performed a ritual that marks initiation into their society. In this ritual a person earns their jewels. Now part of the ritual asks for the person's parents to sponsor them and promise to train them. It is almost taboo in their society to be an orphan or bastard child. Orphans are immediately adopted and raised in their new families. Daemon adopted me as a son and stood for me in the ritual so I wouldn't be an outcast. Hedwig for some reason adopted me as my mother. That gives me some weird status we haven't figured out yet, but should be interesting anyway."

"Hedwig is your new mother? How did that happen?" Ginny was obviously paying more attention than some of the others.

"Well, we asked for my mother to stand, and Hedwig flew into position and hooted along to the response." Hedwig flew over to his shoulder and began preening his hair. "Gee, thanks Mum, no one has been able to tame it yet, I doubt you will."

This was greeted by laughter.

A bubble of lemonade floated up to where Hedwig was perched and she sipped daintily with her beak. An owl treat suddenly appeared which she ate happily.

"Stop stealing my lemonade! If you want some, ask and I will get it for you. And I was wondering where all my owl treats disappeared to."

"Harry, what are you talking about? If you didn't want her to have some why did you float it to her? How are you doing that anyway?"

"I'm not doing it Ginny. I swear, ever since she learned to do magic she has been stealing my food. She's such a show off."

"Are you trying to tell me Hedwig can use magic?"

"Didn't I just say that? Yes, she's a witch. Ok Hedwig, I know you've been dying to show off anyway, so go ahead and show them."

By now the whole table had stopped talking to each other to watch the by-play between Harry and Hedwig.

Hedwig glided down to the middle of the table and began to make noises. She spread her wings and ruffled her feathers as a fiery illusion became clear in the middle of the table. Purple flames wove themselves into a nest. There was one egg inside. As they watched, the egg shook and began to crack. When the egg broke, a six inch tall Harry Potter climbed out and began looking around. Suddenly a fiery copy of Hedwig appeared and perched on the rim of the nest. She dropped a mouse into the nest and took Harry under her wing as the flames and illusion disappeared.

Fred and George were ecstatic, the rest sat in shocked silence.

"Harry, do you know what this means? We really need to talk to you about some prank ideas now. Think of it, she's the perfect alibi. Having a familiar who can do magic opens up so many new areas for experimentation."

"I would probably agree, but I am sorry to say you've got things a bit mixed up. If there is a familiar here, much as it irks me to say it, it is me. Not only is she my adopted mother now, but she holds a higher rank than me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean she's the ruddy queen of the owls, I am just a warlord prince. She outranks me and can boss me around. True, I am only one step beneath her, but it's still a step."

"Oh Harry, you do realize we are going to have to tease you mercilessly now right? Poor boy raises an owl to be his familiar and then thanks to some dimension traveling he becomes her familiar. Not a good showing I am afraid."

Ron was slowly putting pieces together from what had been said.

"Let me see if I got this right. You've been adopted into the oldest magical family in existence. Your grandfather is the Saetan, Lord of Hell. Your Step-Mother is the Queen of her world. Your sister is a queen in training. And you are the pet of a postal owl?"

"That about sums it up."

"Wow Harry, it sucks to be you sometimes." Ron broke into laughter too. "Only you could get adopted into royalty and then turn into a familiar to someone who was bought as a birthday gift."

"Gee, thanks for being supportive."

"Professor McGonagall."

"Great galloping dragons! How did you get into my office and why didn't I hear you come in?"

"You didn't hear me because I didn't come up the stairs or through the door. I'm not going to tell you how I did get in though."

The portrait of Dumbledore made his eyes twinkle as he looked on with pride.

"Very well, what can I do for you Mr. Potter?"

"It's Potter-SaDiablo now by the way, but that's not really important. I've come to let you know that I have changed my mind about not returning to Hogwarts. I would like to return in the fall."

"I had wondered about the name and will admit it does not surprise me to learn you wish to return."

"I also want to assure you that whatever the papers are saying about me isn't entirely true. Yes, I have been meeting with some very powerful and influential people. No I am not now nor have I ever been a devotee of evil magic or the Hourglass. What do you mean you wondered about the name?"

"That's good to know, I didn't believe you would turn evil on us, but hearing it does make me feel better. Now, you are aware of how we know who to send letters to aren't you?"

"There is a book around somewhere that records all magical births in Britain, and you copy from that correct?"

"Not entirely. The book does record births and names. There is also a quill enchanted by Rowena Ravenclaw that addresses all the official letters for us, ensuring the addresses are correct. This summer has seen the first three failures of those two artifacts. The night before you left, a name suddenly appeared in the book with a date almost eleven years ago. Yesterday, the quill produced two letters that were undeliverable."

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Well, either you could help me correct these errors or there were four errors made. What I thought was the fourth mistake, you just confirmed is not an error at all. Your name changed, and this lets me hope that you can help me with the others."

"I'll do what I can."

"Here is your letter. As you can see, there is only your name and no address. We don't know why there isn't one."

"Thank you, the other two errors?"

"Your last name changed to Potter-SaDiablo. By any chance do you know one Lucille Marian Angelline-SaDiablo?"

"Lucy is getting a letter? Why? She certainly wasn't born here, and she has never even been to Britain."

"Good, you know her. That makes it easier. Could you deliver this to her then?"

"I will. I don't know if she will accept the invitation however. The SaDiablo family is very wealthy and employs private tutors. Between her parents, grandfather and uncle, she will lack nothing in her education."

"Really, how interesting. Well if you get the chance, please do encourage her to attend. Private tutors and home schooling are nice, but we are one of the most prestigious schools of magic in the world for a reason."

"Are you asking me to recruit for you? Really Professor that is a side of you I've never seen before. If she does decide to attend, please deduct the tuition from my account at Gringotts."

"Why wouldn't her parents pay? You said the family was wealthy."

"They are. They're obscenely wealthy in fact. However, for the same reasons these letters are undeliverable the transference of funds would not be practical."

"Well, if you insist, we can allow you to pay her tuition."

"Excellent, I will deliver this tonight and talk to my Queen about allowing her daughter to attend. I may even do a bit of recruiting for Gryffindor House while I am at it."

"Your Queen? You mean the papers were true when they said you were in service to a foreign Queen? We assumed they had to be mistaken because no one had heard of this Ebon Askavi."

"Yes, that part was true, it is impossible to find her territory unless you already know how to get there. But don't worry about spoiled princesses coming to Hogwarts. Jaenelle raised a very down to earth daughter."

"Could you also assure Her that just because you manage to almost kill yourself every year is no reason to worry about her daughter's safety? Or better yet, leave your misadventures out of it entirely?"

"I will try."

"Good, and hopefully I can convince Filius that the quill is not broken, nor the book wearing out. He was quite upset that just as he began his duties as deputy headmaster we had our first problems with them in over a thousand years."

"Good choice. Professor Flitwick will make a fine deputy, perhaps as good as you. Have you found a new DADA teacher yet?"

"Flattery will get you everywhere Mr. Potter. Yes we have actually. Professor Moody has agreed to return."

"Excellent, it will be interesting to be taught by the real Mad Eye this time around. Well I need to be going, I shall see you later Headmistress." With that, Harry vanished from sight without a sound.

"How does he do that?"