"Talking"
"Thoughts"
"Spell"
I do not own Harry Potter.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Number 17 Bridge Street, Little Whining February 1988 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sarah Jacobs hummed to herself as she moved around her living room straightening up and casting basic cleaning spells. She also reflected on the past few months, the plan to help Harry was going well with only a few small hiccups. The boy absorbed everything she taught him about the magical world like a sponge and always asked questions to help him figure things out. "A Ravenclaw if I ever saw one." She thought to herself with a small smile, Harry also craved their affection so when they were happy it made his work even harder. Michael had decided to tell Harry why they had taken him in and what they had planned to teach him, she didn't agree at first but when he made the point that when Harry was older if he figured out they used him he could turn on them. Harry actually took the news well, he was somewhat distant for a while but soon came around.
Growing up neglected and never having anything in his life Harry became excited to learn how to get anything he ever wanted and how to make others respect him. As Sarah introduced him to the world of purebloods Harry started to understand that the things they were teaching him would definitely help in life.
Sarah was broken from her musings when the fireplace suddenly lite up and she saw Bishop's head in there. "Hello? Ah, Mrs. Jacobs how are you?"
"Fine Healer Bishop, is there a problem?" Sarah asked curiously, Bishop usually sent an owl to setup an appointment.
"No, no I actually think we might have a stroke of good news." Bishop responded happily. "Is my young patient and your husband around?" His head moved back in forth to examine the room.
"They are both out at lunch; they should be back in a few minutes if you want to come through?" Sarah said as she moved back form the fireplace.
"Alright, I am bringing a guest as well. Don't worry he has already taken oaths." Bishop replied before his head disappeared, Sarah quickly drew her wand and held it at the ready just in case. As the fireplace roared to life again she recognized Bishop as he came out first followed by a man in a black suit. He looked to be fairly young, possibly in his twenties, with short cropped brown hair and instead of a regular tie he had a bolo tie that looked like a sun. "Sarah Jacobs allow me to introduce Thomas White."
"Ma'am." Thomas said as he stepped forward and held out his hand, Sarah cocked an eyebrow at his accent.
"Mr. White." Sarah said as she shook his hand. "American?" She asked looking to Bishop.
"Yes ma'am." White said with a grin while Bishop nodded. "Healer Bishop said I might be able to help out with a patient."
Sarah looked him over for a seconds before responding. "You are a Healer as well?"
"He's not but while researching the problem I heard rumors that led me to Thomas." Bishop cut in. "I'm afraid I'm under an oath not to reveal anything more until he's meet Harry."
"I see." Sarah said with a nod, though she was suspicious. "Would either of you care for anything to drink while we wait?" She asked as she started towards the kitchen.
"Coffee if you have it ma'am." White said as he moved over to the couch. "Tea for me please Mrs. Jacobs." Bishop called out as he sat next to the man.
Harry and Michael entered the house thirty minutes later, the younger licking on some ice cream. Now that Harry was eating correctly, and had taken the potions Bishop prescribed, he looked like a normal eight year old boy. "It seems we have guests." Michael said as he and Harry walked into the living room.
"Michael, Harry this is Mr. Thomas White." Sarah said from her seat, Thomas stood and walked over to them and shook their hands.
"Pleasure to meet you." White said, his eyes lingering on Harry. "Now that were all here what is it I can help with Bishop?" Bishop cleared his throat and moved over to them, Sarah following behind.
"I was hoping you could inspect that scar on young Harry's head and tell me what you think." White nodded to Bishop and looked around the room.
"Why don't you have a seat there Harry and I'll take a look." He pointed to the chair Sarah had been sitting in and Harry nodded. White summoned his wand as they moved to the chair and when Harry was settled started to wave it over the boy, none of the adults recognized the language or wand movements he did. Thomas's face was stoic as he worked and no one could tell if he was upset or pleased with the results of his scans, Sarah wondered what the spells he was using. "I see why you contacted me." White said as he finished up his scans, he walked over to the couch and sat down. "First I would like to know how Harry received that scar."
"You don't know?" Michael asked with raised eyebrows, even Harry seemed surprised.
"He's American, I guess the story never made it across the pond." Sarah said with mirth. "Have you heard of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
It was Thomas's turn to look confused before something clicked. "The Dark Wizard from years ago? Yes I remember hearing about him but not much." He confessed before his eyes widened. "Wait, he was supposedly killed by a child, Harry?"
Bishop nodded and sat down next to the American wizard. "So the story goes, Harry and his parents were attacked on Halloween 1981 and he supposedly survived the killing curse."
"I see." White said as he stroked his chin. "Well I can't say I know what happened but what I found in his scar is not a curse but a soul." Everyone gasped and Harry placed his hand over his scar.
"You mean Voldemort's soul is in my head?" Harry asked his voice quiet.
"I would assume so, it could possibly be one of your parents but I don't want to get your hopes up." White said calmly to Harry, the boy seemed to brighten up slightly at the mention of his parents. "I might be able to do something to help Harry but I can't say yet."
The Jacobs seemed annoyed and Sarah narrowed her eyes. "Why can you not tell us now?" White let out a sigh as he stood.
"I am aware of a ritual that should help Harry however." Thomas held up his hand to keep them all from asking questions. "I must get permission before I can even tell you about it and if I can you must provide oaths not to reveal it."
"How long will we need to wait?" Michael asked annoyed with the situation especially after more than a year of searching for an answer.
"I can't say." White replied with a shrug. "I will call my superiors and give them all the information and we will have to wait and see."
"Very well." Sarah said with a huff, she was as annoyed as her husband. "Please contact us as soon as you know."
"Of course." Thomas says as he heads over to the fireplace and grabs some floo powder from the pot. "Leaky Cauldron" He calls out before stepping into the fire.
"So that's the best you could do Bishop?" Michael asked the Healer before he could leave.
"Have faith Michael, he was the best lead I had." Bishop said with a sigh. "I'm sure it will all work out." Walking to the fireplace he followed Whites lead and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Are you alright dear?" Michael turned around thinking his wife was talking to him but found her kneeling next to Harry. "Would you like some tea?" Harry shook his head.
"No thank you, I'm fine this is just a lot to take in." Harry stood form his chair. "I'm going to go to my room for a bit." Without making eye contact Harry rushed up towards the room the Jacobs had given him for when he visits.
"Well this is going well." Michael said with a sigh as he moved next to his wife.
Sarah sighed as well and gave a small nod. "Who knew that scar would be this problematic?" Michael grunted and headed towards the hall.
"I'll be in my study, give the boy some space before you begin your lesson today." Sarah rolled her eyes at her husband's statement, she may be a harsh task master but even she knew when to give someone space. Walking to the kitchen she looked over the table she had laid out for the etiquette lesson today to make sure everything was in place.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Number 17 Bridge Street (Two days later) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Harry sat on the couch reading one of the books Sarah had gotten for him, Famous Wizards and Witches of the Sixteenth Century, when the floo flared up. "Mr. or Mrs. Jacobs?" Harry recognized Thomas's face and hopped from the couch, his book forgotten.
"Hello Mr. White." Harry said as he crouched down to the fireplace.
"Harry hello, our your guardians around?" Thomas asked with a smile, Harry nodded his head and ran towards the kitchen.
Sarah sat at the table looking through a magazine when she saw Harry rush in. "Harry you know better than to run in the house." Harry quickly skidded to a stop.
"Mr. White is in the floo." Harry pointed to the living room and quickly walked back in, not even bothering to check if Sarah was behind him. "You may come through Mr. White."
Nodding the man's face disappeared from the fireplace and a few seconds later he walked through, brushing ashes from his suit. "Good morning Harry, Mrs. Jacobs." White said with a nod to both, Harry looked over his shoulder to see Sarah had come into the room. "Is Mr. Jacobs in, I have news?"
"He is not but I think Harry might explode if you don't tell us what the news is." Sarah said with a smile, both looked down to see Harry staring up at Thomas, his body bouncing with excitement.
"Very well, we should sit down as this will be a long conversation." Thomas gestured to the couch and chairs, nodding Harry and Sarah took places on the couch while Thomas sat in one of the chairs. "First let me say that I have been given permission to tell you about the ritual but." Throwing his hand up to keep Harry silent White continued. "We are going to have to travel to America to do it."
"Why?" Sarah asked evenly, she figured there was a reason but was suspicious.
"For one most of the resources are there and people who can aid me in the ritual." Thomas replied. "The main reason though is the council wants to meet Harry."
"Council?" Sarah asked.
"Why do they want to meet me?" Harry asked at the sometime.
Thomas chuckled lightly at their overlap. "The council is what we call our leadership in America, it is made up of seven elected officials. They are interested in not only Harry's condition but in him as well."
"So you have seven leaders instead of one minister like us?" Sarah said as she digested the information, she did not know a lot about the American Magical Community.
"Yes, the council oversee all matters of the American Ministry but department heads can make decisions without their consent if time is a factor." Thomas explained. "I am the head of the Ritual Department in America and while normally I do not need their consent this particular ritual is not supposed to be used on outsiders."
"What is the ritual?" Harry asked curiously, Thomas took a deep breath.
"I cannot tell anyone but you Harry." White said calmly as he looked to Sarah, who seemed put out by what he said. "It is a secret ritual that only a select few know even exist, the fact I can even tell Harry is unorthodox."
Sarah took a calming breath and nodded. "It's fine, I will leave you two alone but I want to be here when you start discussing things I can hear." Thomas nodded his head in agreement as Sarah stood and walked to the kitchen, he then pulled out his wand and cast a silencing ward around Harry and Himself.
"Harry I need an oath from you that you will never reveal what I am about to tell you." Harry was surprised at the seriousness of Thomas's voice, he gulped and nodded his head. "Use my wand."
Harry took the wand and pointed it at his head, Sarah and Michael had taught him about oaths after he met Bishop. "I Harry James Potter, Solemnly swear on my life and magic to never reveal to anyone what I am about to learn from Thomas White." A flash of light went off from the tip of the wand and Harry handed it back to Thomas.
"Thank you Harry, now the ritual I have been mentioning is something that has been passed down through the years to all leaders of the Magical Community in America. It is kept secret mainly because it would be seen as dark magic by many, before I continue I need to know if that will be a problem for you?" Thomas waited as Harry thought about his answer but Harry knew what to do, Sarah and Michael had shown him over the years that not everything is black and white. He figured if people used it in America it was probably safe.
"Can you tell me why it is considered dark?" Harry asked, Thomas smiled at his question.
"The first reason is the ingredients used, the ritual ask for the blood of a unicorn." Harry gasped but Thomas continued. "Do not think we kill a unicorn Harry, they are intelligent creatures and you would be surprised how willing they are to give hair and blood for things if you explain your intentions." White smiled as Harry calmed down.
"So you just walk up to a unicorn, say can I have your blood to do this ritual and they allow it?" Harry knew magical creatures could be as smart as people but it still sounded crazy to him.
"Basically yes, it's much more complicated but we do have small amounts of unicorn blood at our disposal." Thomas chuckled out. "Now the main reason this ritual is seen as dark is because of its purpose. What it does is takes the soul of a person and implant it into the mind of another."
"What?" Harry blurted out confused, the soul was already in his head and he wanted it gone.
"Let me explain." Thomas said with his hands up trying to calm Harry. "It is different from your situation, to put it simply the soul becomes a book in your mind that you can open and learn from. The soul is bound to you and can never possess or injure you."
"Why would you need that?" Harry asked as he thought over the information.
"Our council uses it, they are elected for life and when one is about to die we move their soul to the newly elected one so they can use it as a reference when they need guidance." Harry's eyes widened at the explanation. "It is perfect because the soul has no influence so the decision is still the council members, they are just able to get a different perspective on situations that may be similar to theirs."
"So I would be able to learn from Voldemort?" Harry asked, his face twisting with disgust.
"Yes and no, the soul cannot interact or teach. Are you familiar with a pensive?" White asked as he raked his hand through his hair, Harry nodded. "It's more like a permanent pensive; through meditation you can look through the memories of the soul and watch them. You won't automatically learn what you see but by watching you can learn wand movements, pronunciation, read texts they read." Harry calmed down during the explanation and thought over what White had said.
At first he didn't want to learn anything that Voldemort could teach him but then he remembered the Dark Lord was a very powerful person who led pureblood followers. He could not only learn spells but secrets about the families who were supposedly under the Imperius Curse and blackmail them to get whatever he needed. "You're sure I cannot be influenced by him?" Harry watched the man carefully.
"In all the years this ritual has been used no one has every even experienced a headache from it." White said with conviction, Harry nodded.
"Okay, then I'm in." Harry said after a second of thought, Thomas smiled and clapped his hands together.
"Wonderful, now." Thomas pulled his wand out and cancelled the ward. "Mrs. Jacobs you may come back in." Sarah quickly came back into the room, Harry figured she was standing by the doorway trying to listen in. "Harry has agreed to partake in the ritual so we need to figure a schedule out."
"How long will we be in America?" Sarah asked, if they were going to be long she knew they would have to memory charm Mrs. Figg again.
"A week, maybe longer if Harry needs the rest." Thomas said with a shrug. "Most recover from it within a day but they are adults so Harry may take longer."
"I see." Sarah said as she looked down at Harry, she was curious about the ritual but doubted she would learn anything. "I will talk to my husband tonight but we should be ready by tomorrow evening or the following morning. Whichever is more convenient."
"I have a portkey that will take us to the American Ministry so anytime is fine." White said as he stood from his chair. "If you have no other questions I will be on my way."
"Harry?" Sarah asked but the boy shook his head. "Very well, I trust our sleeping arrangements will be taken care of?"
"Of course." White said, Sarah nodded.
"Very well, I think that is it." Thomas gave her another nod and then went to the fireplace and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. Sarah watched him leave then turned to Harry.
"So I take it you can't tell me anything?" Harry thought about it for a second then nodded.
"All I can say is it's something that will help me in life." Sarah took in his words then gave him a small smile.
"Well I'm glad, I hope we can learn more later but I guess I can understand the secrecy." Sarah stood and headed back to the kitchen. "Go and start packing your clothes, we need to leave as soon as possible." Harry nodded and ran towards his room. "Don't run in the house!" Sarah sighed as she heard Harry running up the stairs. "Something's you can't change about children." Sarah thought with a sigh.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Roanoke Virginia, United States. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Harry landed on his back on the marble floor of the American Ministry, Michael and Thomas chuckled as Sarah helped him up. "Well it seems portkey travel doesn't agree with you yet." She said with a smile on her face. Harry let out a groan.
"Add it to the list." Harry muttered, floo travel and side along apparition had similar results.
"Alright lets clear the area, while this is just for international entry its never good to stay on the floor." Thomas said to the group as he led them towards a hall way. "Now welcome to the American Ministry in Roanoke Virginia." White said as he held out his arms to the building.
"Roanoke, that name seems familiar." Michael said as he tried to think back to his history classes in Muggle school.
"I believe your thinking of the lost colony of Roanoke, and it so happens your right." Thomas said with a chuckle.
"Why is it called the lost colony?" Harry asked from behind the men.
"You see Harry when the pilgrims came to America a few of them were in fact poor witches and wizards hoping to get a fresh start." Thomas began in a lecture mode. "However it was harder for them to practice magic in the small colony's so they all gathered in Roanoke. When the few muggles that did live there left for supplies they charmed it so anyone trying to visit would think they arrived and found an empty town. Muggle historians to this day don't know what happened and consider it one of Americas mystery's."
"So how did they survive so long on their own?" Sarah asked somewhat amused by the tale. "I doubt even with magic they could last long back then on their own."
"Ah but you forget that Native Americans were already here." Thomas said with a grin. "They had their own sort of Magical Community, though early tribes did not fear magic as much so the wizards and witches didn't need to hide."
"What did they do then?" Harry asked excitedly, he was loving the new history he was learning.
"You see when a child showed signs of accidental magic they were sent to a special tribe known as the Spirit Tribe. It was made up of only wizards and witches. Their purpose was to learn to control their magic and keep the muggle tribes from destroying the lands." Thomas stopped and pointed to a picture of Indians and pilgrims shaking hands. "This depicts the combination of Roanoke and the Spirit Tribe."
"So the pilgrims and Native Americans worked together and eventually created the American Ministry." Sarah said with a nod.
"Yes, though many of the Spirit tribes beliefs and laws still apply today." Thomas replied as he again started to lead them down the hall.
Harry looked around the building as they walked through, it was all white marble and at points Harry spied roman style columns. A few pictures hung along the walls of what Harry guessed were famous American wizard and witches as he had never heard of them.
"I will take you to a waiting room where you can relax until the council is ready to see you." Thomas said as he led them down the busy hallway. "I need to go check on my team preparing for the ritual. I advise you not to leave the room unescorted, guards will be at the door but I assure you they are simply there to help you if you need it."
"Of course they are." Michael said under his breath but loud enough for Thomas to hear. The American wizard paid it no mind as he led them through a set of double doors, Harry then saw a group of men standing at the end of the hall in all black robes. Harry wasn't the only one confused as Michael and Sarah also seemed on edge.
" ." One of the men said as they approached, Harry noticed he was a Native American and had long black hair pulled into a ponytail. "The council is ready for you; I can take your guests to the waiting room." Thomas nodded and turned to the trio.
"These are our version of your Auror's, they are part of the Magical Security Department and we simply call them Agents." Thomas informed them. "Agent Redhawk here will show you to the waiting room while Harry and I go see the Council." Thomas told the Jacobs then turned back to the Agents. "Please see they have everything they need."
"Yes sir." Redhawk said with a nod and gestured for the Jacobs to follow him. Michael gave Harry a squeeze on the shoulder and Sarah combs his hair quickly with her hand before they followed Redhawk towards the waiting room. All but two of the Agents left, the duo trailing behind Harry and Thomas as the department head led Harry towards a large set of decorative double doors.
"Alright Harry, don't be nervous." Thomas said with a smile. "These people have no expectations of you so be yourself." Harry gulped and took a deep breath before nodding to Thomas. The older wizard opened the doors and led Harry inside.
The room was lite just enough you could see where you were going but not around the room itself. Ahead was a large circle of light, one chair sat facing seven others in the circle and harry saw the Council all sitting comfortably.
"Good afternoon Thomas." A woman's voice from the left said. "How was your trip?"
"It was fine Councilor Burke." Thomas said as he bowed slightly. "May I introduce to you Harry Potter." Holding his hand out to Harry the boy mimicked the bow.
"It is a pleasure to meet all of you." Harry said as confidently as he could, as he straightened up Harry looked at everyone seated. All of them seemed to be in their later years but since Wizards could live so long he couldn't tell how old they were. All dressed in black robes but each had a different color trim on it.
"The pleasure is ours young one." Harry turned to his right to see an older Native American man with red trim robes bowing his head slightly. "It is not every day we see someone so young yet so accomplished." Harry blushed slightly at the comment. "You may leave now Mr. White, you need to prepare yourself for the rituals."
"Rituals?" Thomas asked confused. "I don't understand, I only asked to perform the one."
"After a second deliberation we found a few others were should be done to prepare Mr. Potter for the final." A male councilor, with white trim, sitting next to the middle one said. "He is younger than anyone that's tried it and we feel they will help."
"May I ask which ones?" Thomas asked, Harry was getting nervous listening to the people talk around him.
"The Warrior's Trio." The red trimmed councilor said, Harry looked up to see Thomas's reaction and let out a breath when the man did.
"Don't worry Harry those are nothing bad and will definitely help you out." Thomas said as he gave Harry a pat on the back. "Honored Councilors." A quick bow and Thomas was out the door leaving Harry alone with the seven strangers.
"Please take a seat Mr. Potter." Harry turned back to see the man in the middle chair with purple trimmed robes point to the seat near him. Nodding the boy walked over and hopped into the chair, he then began to fiddle his thumbs not sure what to say.
"No need to be nervous dear we don't bite." Councilor burke said as she saw him twiddling his thumbs.
"If you try to take fries from Joseph he might." One of the councilors on the right side said, causing the rest and Harry to chuckle, though he didn't know which one they were talking about.
"I'm sure you're curious why we asked to meet you Mr. Potter?" Harry turned back to the middle councilor again. "Besides our curiosity to see the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry rolled his eyes at the title unconsciously and it was not lost on the council members. "We wanted to see who it was that would be going through our most powerful and secretive rituals."
"What are these other rituals?" Harry asked curiously.
"As I'm sure Thomas mentioned this ritual is only done for council members, what I don't think you know is that we are usually in our sixties to eighties when we go through it." The purple trimmed man explained. "Thus our bodies are full grown and prepared for the burden."
"While we don't think it would hurt you we decided to add these other rituals to be sure." Harry turned the talking green trimmed councilor. "We call them the Warriors Trio because there's three and they are given to the people who have proved themselves to be warriors."
"But I'm no warrior; I've never even won a fight." Harry informed them, it was true even though getting beaten up by Dudley and his friends wasn't really a fight.
"While you may have been a baby and not had a choice you did defeat the Dark Lord." The red trimmed wizard reasoned. "That with carrying the soul of the man who killed your family and never giving in to it makes you strong." Harry wanted to say that he never even felt a pressure from the scar but held his tongue.
"What do these rituals do?" harry decided to ask so he could mentally prepare.
"They are the rituals of the wolf, hawk and bear." The red trimmed wizard explained. "The wolf helps your sense of smell and endurance, the hawk will improve your eye sight and help clear your mind and the bear strengthens your body."
"You will not be superhuman but if you stay in shape you will be better than the average person even two years older than you." The middle councilor said, Harry sat shocked for a few seconds. First he was glad to get rid of his glasses and the fact these would give him an edge on people his own age made him grin.
"We also want to give you a gift." Harry shook his head and turned to a witch councilor with gold trim holding a box. Suddenly it floated across the room into Harry's lap, the boy looked up surprised at the gift. Carefully opening the box he found a smaller black case, flipping up the lid he found a small silver dream catcher with three silver feathers hanging from it all on a silver chain. "Do you know about dream catchers Mr. Potter?"
"They're supposed to keep nightmares from entering your dreams right?" Harry asked the group, earning some chuckles.
"That's basically it yes." Said the blue trimmed robed witch. "That is a device that when worn will keep anyone from entering your mind. You are aware of Legilimency and Occlumency yes?" Harry gave a mod. "This necklace will make both of those obsolete; if anyone tries to preform Legilimency on you they will see nothing but a white light."
"If the soul in you is in fact the Dark Lord then you cannot risk anyone reading your mind and finding his secrets." Harry turned to the green trimmed councilor.
"Thank you." Harry said honestly, he was surprised an object like this even existed and no one knew about it, at least Sarah and Michael never mentioned it.
"There is a cost though, that item while not dark does have a price to pay." The gold trimmed councilor began. "It leeches magic from you when people attempt to read your mind, while it is not a large amount if someone or multiple people continuously do it in a day you could die."
Harry looked down at the necklace again thinking about what the councilor said, he mentally weighted the options. "It's worth the risk." Harry said after some thought. "So I just place it on?"
"First you must drop some blood on it, after you do that and put it on no one will be able to remove it but you." The red trimmed councilor informed him. "But you should wait until after the rituals are done." Harry nodded and placed the necklace back in the box.
"Thank you again, for everything." The young boy said to them/
"You are welcome young one." The red trimmed councilor said with a nod. "That is all we had to tell you, the Agents outside will escort you to the ritual room."
Harry stood and gave another bow to the councilors before turning and heading out the doors. The councilors all stayed seated as Harry left. "Well Joseph?" The green trimmed councilor asked as all of them turned to the red trimmed wizard.
"Well what?" The older man asked plainly, though he knew what they wanted to know.
"You called in favors from all of us, paid Merlin who knows how much for that necklace, all for the boy." The purple trimmed councilor said annoyed. "And yet you still won't tell us why."
"I have my reasons." Joseph said as he slowly rose and started to leave through the back entrance in the shadows. The other councilors all started to speak with each other, giving different reasons why they thought the old Indian would do so much for a child he never meet. None of them would ever find out why he did, though the few that knew him well would reason it was because of a vision and would be right.
While not a true seer Joseph would occasionally get dreams about the future, a week ago he dreamed of a shadow slowly starting to cover the world. As he watched the large shadow begin to consume the world a second shadow came into being, the small lashed out at the bigger and Joseph watched in amazement as light erupted from the smaller. He woke in a sweat before he saw which of the shadows one but the dream had puzzled him. Then days later they got the call from Thomas White about Harry Potter and Joseph knew what his dream meant, Voldemort would somehow rise again and attempt to take over the world like before. But Harry would know have not only the knowledge of his family and schooling but also of the Dark Lord, Dark and Light together.
Joseph didn't want to tell his fellow councilors in case any would use the information to their advantage. That and the thought of a man even feared across the ocean rising again could cause panic, so he would put all his faith in the boy. Walking through the doors into the Ministry halls Joseph walked towards the observation room that would overlook the Ritual.
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I hope everyone enjoyed the new chapter, I've always liked stories where Harry was able to use the soul fragment to become stronger but most make him become dark or evil so this was my way of letting him be himself but have the knowledge. If anyone is curious they American Ministry will not play a large role in the story, occasionally in the future they may come up with business deals but that's it.
The next chapter will be a time skip to Harry getting his letter.
Reviews about the chapter are welcome!