So, many thanks to those who have reviewed both the first part of Age of Magic, as well as those who went back and reviewed chapters of the original series. As promised, the series will continue in a one story format, and swell to massive size as we progress through the entirety of the story. so please, enjoy the prologue of year 2. ~F

New Player Year 2: Secrets and Speakers

Prologue

Relative Connections

"Oh by the way," Faykan said as he and Harry arrived at the front door to number Four, Privet Drive, "let me handle the Dursleys, there are going to be some pretty big changes this summer."

Harry was still very concerned about what his best friend was planning, but before he could voice any of these Fay had already reached forward and rang the doorbell. After a few moments the door opened a crack, revealing the long face of Harry's Aunt Petunia.

She gasped at the sight of them and tried to slam the door in the boys' faces, but Faykan had slid his foot into the gap and with a counter-shove, sent the door crashing open. With a sarcastic grin splitting his face, Faykan led Harry back into the Dursleys' home, looking down at Petunia, who had fallen to the ground in her attempt to brace the door closed.

"Hello, Petunia, we've returned for the summer." Faykan said coldly. Aunt Petunia couldn't respond; she was too stunned that a twelve year old boy had managed to force the door open over her strength in holding it shut.

Unfortunately for her, neither Faykan nor Harry were mere boys, they were wizards. Wizards who had just returned from their first year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

As Faykan, whom the Dursleys only knew at Piter De Vries, which was a name he had created for himself, walked into the living room of the muggle's house, Dudley Dursley, who had been watching the telly, gaped at him while Vernon Dursley rose from him chair in a towering rage. "How dare you come back here with your freakishness!" he said in an icy voice, trying to be as intimidating as possible.

"Silence!" Faykan thundered in response, and the entire room seemed to darken as the boy spoke. "Harry Potter shall continue to reside here during the summers Dursley, and no one shall stop him. He shall be treated as a human being, given an actual room, sufficient food three times a day, and so help me, if I hear otherwise I shall bring this house down around your ears. Do I make myself clear Dursley?" Uncle Vernon could only stare in utter horror as the boy in front of him seemed to glow with unbridled power, and sending small items flying around the room.

Finally, sending Vernon a final tremendous glare, Faykan stormed up the stairs to Dudley's second bedroom, Harry right behind him carrying their trunks awkwardly. As they entered, Harry noted the massive amount of broken and unused toys that filled the room. Faykan simple shook his head in sadness, and pulled from his right sleeve his wand, made of a pale Elm but blacked in some places from the fire that had burnt most of the boy's body earlier that month.

"Fay," Harry said suddenly as he saw the wand, "We're not allowed to use magic outside of school…"

Faykan turned and smiled at Harry, "The Ministry had far better things to do than even try and monitor my magic Harry…" he said dismissively.

Faykan then proceeded to vanish or repair everything in the room, leaving it looking nearly pristine for Harry's use. Meanwhile Harry unpacked his trunk, stowing his clothes in the wardrobe so they wouldn't wrinkle and piling his spell books, quills, ink and wand onto the desk Faykan repaired from being lopsided. Hedwig's cage went next to the window, with its door open so she could come and go as she pleased.

When he was finally finished, Faykan turned to watch as Harry placed his Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick on a shelf above the writing desk.

"Well, Harry that should take care of your relatives for the summer holidays. I'll write you often, but I'm going to be away for a bit while I take care of some of my late family's business. I should be back to pick you up around your birthday to take you to the Weasleys for the rest of the summer." Faykan said turning to the door.

"Why can't I just go with you now?" Harry asked, wanting Fay to stay a bit longer at the very least, if not escape being around his relatives a bit longer.

"I wish that I could take you with me, Kentano, but I pass into places that could be dangerous for one not of my family, and you need to remain for a time here, as the powers that protected you from Voldemort lie here, in the root of your mother's family." Faykan explained gently, understanding in his eyes as he spoke.

Harry was saddened by the pronouncement, but he understood now that it was out of care for him that he was left here, although it raised more questions about why here of all places, but those were more questions to give to Professor Dumbledore, who seemed to be more aware of Harry's home life from what he had guessed during their conversations the previous year.

"Fay," Harry said and his best friend turned back one final time from leaving the room, "Thanks, for everything I mean,"

"You're very much welcome Harry." was the boy's reply, Fay smiling brightly at Harry, almost with a glimmer of sadness in his eyes that confused Harry when he spotted it.

But with that, Faykan had left, striding down the stairs, and after he shot a death glare at the Dursleys, he disappeared out the door and was gone. Harry watched him from the window as he crossed the street and disappeared from view, before he settled down on his new bed, in his new room and looked around. Harry couldn't have been happier. Sure he was stuck with the Dursley for the rest of the month, but he would survive, especially with their fear of Faykan demolishing the house if they dared to mistreat Harry.

Yes, Harry thought, things were definitely going to be different here from now on. Not only was he no longer just the waif that lived under the stairs, but he had gained something great, even if there were dangers and other problems in the Wizarding World that he had discovered first hand. Regardless, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

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Morning dawned over Malfoy Manor just as it normally did, with the lazy attitude of those who had all that one could ever want in life, peaceful and comfortable. Draco Malfoy was sitting in library, reading one of the many books that his godfather, Professor Severus Snape had sent him for his birthday.

Granted his birthday was at the beginning of June, when he was still in school at Hogwarts, but the thoughtful man knew that Draco loved any excuse to spend time with his parents, and opening presents was as good as any, so he had made sure that all the books were specifically tailored to help with Draco's studies for the next school year.

It was there that Draco first saw the fireplace, one of the few connected to the Floo outside of the main parlor that was able to be entered from the outside, as it roared with emerald green flames. Looking up from his book in surprise, Draco saw his close Gryffindor friend, Faykan Undol, step through the flames with ease, brushing soot off his dark blue robes and sporting a large grin at seeing the Blond Slytherin.

"Good morning, Draco." He said as he approached, casually looking over the book in Draco's hands.

Draco on the other hand, raised his eyebrows in further confusion, no one was able to Floo directly into Malfoy Manor unless they were either previously keyed into the wards, which hadn't happened since his father was Draco's age, or the person in question had been specifically invited by someone of the Malfoy bloodline.

Shaking his head in hopelessness, Draco chalked it up to Faykan simply being himself. The other boy was always full of these kinds of surprises, so Draco simple had to presume that his family had to have been keyed into the wards at one time before he was born. "Hello Fay," he responded finally, watching as the Gryffindor boy walk to the door and snapped his fingers, summoning a house elf as though he had lived here for years.

Dobby appeared, bowing low to the guest and Faykan asked the elf to summon Lucius Malfoy directly, Draco's father. The elf disappeared with a pop and Faykan turned to sit in a chair opposite Draco.

"So, what brings you here today Fay?" Draco finally asked after marking his place in the book. What he wanted to ask however was more along the lines of, 'What are you doing here, and how is it possible,' but he was more than sure that line of thought would get no answers whatsoever.

"I'm staying here for about a month or so." Faykan replied bluntly, grinning at Draco's look of disbelief. At that moment however, Draco's father strode in, took one fleeting look at Faykan, turned to speak to Draco, and then made a double take, his own mouth falling open in complete disarmed surprise.

"Hello, Uncle Lucius," Faykan said calmly as Lucius stared the boy, slowly regaining his composure. Draco could scarcely believe his eyes or his ears, as there was no one in this world who would call his father, 'Uncle Lucius...' nor was it possible for anyone, he had thought, to so thoroughly shake the cold façade that Lucius Malfoy wore.

"Child, just who exactly are you?" Lucius asked, his face returning to its perfectly calm mask, but Draco could see the gears in his father's head spinning in high speed, trying to sort out the puzzle of this boy he had apparently never seen before.

"Faykan Undol, Sir, you would probably remember my father far better, you and he were in the same year at Hogwarts so long ago." Fay replied, smiling with a shyness that Draco knew on sight to be totally false, "From what I've read about him, he presided over your wedding to Miss. Narcissa Black."

Lucius' eye widened with recognition and the normally cold and distant man actually smiled, astonishing Draco, who somehow could tell it was one of genuine pleasure, as his father sized up the son of his close friend. "I wasn't aware;" he began coolly, "That Faykan the seventh had had any children before his tragic accident..."

"Yes, he was rather a private person my father, a trait Draco will attest strongly that he passed on to me." Faykan replied, beaming up at the man.

"Yes, that was one of the things that was quite irritating about him," Lucius replied, smiling for a moment in memory, before settling back to his normal business-like tones, "So, what brings you to our home, Mr. Undol?" he asked, seeming to want to ask the same sort of questions Draco had initially, and hitting the same wall of how to do so without seeming the fool.

"I wish to request if I might abide in your humble home for the next month while I work out the final business of my magical inheritance from my parent's tragic deaths." Faykan said solemnly, looking down in reverence for the dead. "The last of my family that had claim over me have passed away as well, leaving me the only recipient of a sizeable sum of wealth, and I need to work out how exactly a twelve year old is to be expected to manage such a large estate in effective absentee while I go to Hogwarts with Draco and our mutual friends…"

Draco almost smirked at the look on his father's face when he heard that Faykan was already Draco's friend, it was about as close to pride that he had ever seen on the man's face in regards to something to do with Draco himself. "And, may I ask what House you were sorted into, just for curiosities sake," Lucius asked, killing whatever good feelings that Draco had.

"Gryffindor, Uncle, which I know is strange for my family," Faykan replied flawlessly, not noticing the slight stiffening of Lucius' posture, "but I suppose that it was meant to be, as I had to be the strong one in the family to make sure everything held together for so long, before finding out who I truly was and what that meant…"

Lucius made no reply, but did settle a bit more, probably recovering from the horrid thought of a child of his friend being in his most hated house.

"I also would like to reacquire the family records and other personal items my father left with you before he died, according to his will, if you would indulge me." Faykan added, still smiling.

Lucius inclined his head slightly, "Of course," he said, "Dobby shall make sure you have everything you need, your room will be across the hall from Draco's," he added looking at Draco, who nodded back.

With that his father left from the room and Faykan turned back to Draco smiling softly, "Well, that was near painless, don't you agree?"

Those were some of the strangest days of Draco's summer that year. Faykan was always seemingly up with the sun, and still stayed awake late into the night, spent most of his time inside the Manor going over the items that had belonged to his parents.

Sometimes Draco tagged along, mainly because he was curious about his friend and his past, but for the most part Faykan would store the items Dobby brought to him in his large trunk, or he spent time writing letter after letter, (Draco presumed they mainly were to Harry, Ron or Hermione) or else he was pouring over the family bloodline records Lucius brought to him when he requested them. Faykan was particularly interested in the Sacred Twenty-Nine families that made up the Core of the true British purebloods.

Occasionally, Draco would take the time to look at some of the lines of his own ancestors from the different pureblood families over Faykan's shoulder, but none of the information made a lot of sense, or was particularly interesting to Draco, as he couldn't reference the information with anything he was familiar with, the records were of the early Middle Ages or older, which most families hadn't been able to chart back to. Faykan took great amounts of time personally filling in lines where his family's record was incomplete from both Malfoy and Black family records, with Lucius' permission.

A few times Faykan had join Draco is some more normal activities, but never flying, which was something of a disappointment. He did however gladly play chess and other small games of luck and skill, which showed to Draco something important, Fay held back when he played games, although he didn't forgive foolish mistakes or intentional blunders, but he was fare enough that Draco learned a bit more about the games they played every time.

He sang quite a lot, mostly at night, and the range and power of his voice was such that it tended to carry throughout the manor when he was in a good mood and singing something sweet and joyous. Once Draco caught his father listening in the corridor outside the line of rooms that Faykan inhabited while he stayed with them, and Draco would swear up and down that there were tears in his stoic father's eyes, but the man denied it and strode away quickly.

But mostly the songs that Fay sang carried a great weight of grief and sadness, something that Draco couldn't completely understand, but he believed strongly that it had to do with the great losses that the boy had suffered early in life.

Finally on July thirtieth, Faykan bid farewell to the Malfoys and took his leave, disappearing into the Floo network. When Draco opened the book he had been reading the day Faykan left, he found a handwritten note left by his friend, reading:

'Princess Kairan Telcontar & Lord Aethodry Black: F.A. 78'

But whatever it was supposed to mean was lost on Draco, and he stowed it away, thinking it was something that Fay had just forgotten and that he would return to him at Hogwarts.

Potential Spoilers ahead, you have been warned!

So, in addition to a chapter title change, once again, there were added details primarily to the beginning of the Draco section, which was meant to better connect Lucius to the previous Faykan who attending during the Marauder Era, but there will be more on that in year 3. There was also a more tender moment that I felt was necessary when Fay left Harry at the Dursleys, which in the original was not present, and I felt that I made more sense that Harry wouldn't really want Fay to leave, which produced the scene in question.

More to come! Enjoy! Reviews appreciated and so forth. ~F