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Xander, had made good, on his promise in trying to find a way to get rid of the horcrux inside of Harry scar. For days, he browsed through the Felix personal library, a place where a lot of people would fight over just to read one page from that library, it was even more richer than Potters and Malfoys combined.
He had gone through book after book, every book that he acquired from all around the world in hopes of purging the parasite that was currently feeding of, of Harry magic, limiting the magic that Harry had access to, making him never reach his full strength.
He sent out letters to certain individuals all of the world, under a false name detailing his situation in a very vague way.
Albus, would be a fool, if the man thought he was the only in the country, who had such connections to the outside world, but Xander did not dare send a letter to Gringotts or anybody, who was currently in Britain.
The moment, that it was known that somebody was researching Horcrux's, it wouldn't be too hard to figure out who it was or at least bit suspicious, about who it might be.
Albus, in the eyes of Xander, had too many eyes and ears in Britain and it was sadly effecting him and his family life.
How was he supposed to take Harry out, for a nice evening out, if he had to look over his shoulder ever few minutes, for any order members or somebody who worships the ground the old wizard walked on or worst yet, the man himself in disguise.
He was sure Harry felt trapped here, he himself was forced to travel by Portkey, Floo network or Apparition because he was sure that Albus had a full description of him by now, and was no doubt looking for him, Harry magical signature had yet to completely change and he wasn't hoping that Albus ability to see magic signatures, had suddenly failed the man in old age.
He know all this, but he couldn't deny the fact that there were times when a man, just had to go out, take a stroll, breath in the fresh air and just take time, to sit down and be alone with his thoughts.
His eyes turned to the six year old, who was happily playing not that far from him, with two non-magically toy planes, making sound with his mouth as he pretended to fly one of them .
Harry had quickly discovered, that it was a lot more fun when you use your hyperactive six year old imagination on toys that were made the Muggle way, than the one's controlled by magic having had the pleasure of trying both.
Ever since that terrible night, Harry had improved in leaps and bounds in terms of attitude.
Like most dream's, Harry could not remember a thing when he woke up, but that didn't stop the dream from being buried in his subconscious mind so even though he couldn't remember it, it did not mean, he didn't feel the feelings attached to it.
The child had woken up mysteriously happier, and had taken to clinging to him more, if he didn't know any better, he would have thought somebody had snuck into Harry room at night and fed him half a bottle of Vitamix potion, which would explain Harry sudden burst of never ending energy that seemed to put poor Drabble in distress.
The only thing that kept the child still, was when he playing with toys or doing homework assigned to him, he had made good on the thought of hiring tutors for Harry.
His muggle tutor, was a Swiss, Squib, women, by the name of 'Miss Fisher', she had chocolate brown eyes and straight brown hair, she wasn't too tall or too short.
Harry was shy towards her at first but after giving him some candy as a reward after the first lesson, the child quickly warned up to her, while the women seemed shocked that he was so behind on what child his age should know, her younger brother was magical, so she didn't gape whenever Harry, accidently did magical and there was no need to hide the House elves from her.
The person, he had hired to help Harry in his magically education was a man from American, wasn't that a kick to a British wizard pride, having one of their own being taught by a wizard from another country?
Because, it would be a cold day in hell, when Xander decided to hire an idiot British wizard to teach his son about the magically world, because, if he were honest, any magically education outside Britain was better than anything the one at Hogwarts provided.
Harry, eyes had widened several notices when he was given a colorful book on magical creatures, for hours, Harry would just look at the pictures come to life and his daddy, was more than happy to read what each creature was and their properties.
But Xander, wouldn't let potions be taught to his son other than him, he needed something to connect with his son and Harry never actually brewed anything since he was deemed to young to so.
Harry, just helped him gather ingredients, the child seemed to be fascinated by the unique potion ingredients that he had to learn to recognise.
Xander, thought with amusement what Severus Snape face would look like if he found out a boy that used to the spawn of James Potter had taken interest in Potions.
It would certainly be interesting.
So with how busy he was, it was a miracle that he could even find time to research, at all.
And then it came.
Two month's, before Christmas, the letter that would change Harry life for the better, he couldn't believe his eyes as he read, the letter of dreams.
Cher (Dear) Monsieur (Mr) Grabby.
We have received one of your letters, and we too are concerned, about the safety of your relative. We all know that a Horcrux is no joking matter and if, it is what you suspect, than it highly likely that your relative can be possessed at any time. We understand your urgency and we hope this letter reaches you before it's too late. Luckily, we French, have had experiences with Horcrux's, in the past and after countless trial and error, we have succeed in what we think would safely transferring a Horcrux's from a person into an animal, which we than kill.
If you're interested, and you would like to know more, please write back.
sincèrement votre (Yours's faithfully)
Flinar Wizarding Bank
And all, Xander could think was.
Is this real?
Ch 5: Little Harry vs the Horcrux: Part 1
Now, Xander, was understandably skeptical about this letter, he had written back and forth to the bank, to find out more about this miraculous process that was claiming something, not even the great, Albus Dumbledore could do.
The process on the surface, seemed simple enough, but nobody would dare entertain it.
Using Elf magic, Harry would be pumped with light magic, this light energy would eventually make it's way to his scar, and they all know that anything that lived in the darkness, cannot survive in a place where the light thrived, the Horcrux will have no choice to leave and when it was out, they would use magic to transfer it to the appointed another which would be killed.
If things were as simple as it was on paper, Albus would have done this years ago, if all it took was to pump Harry full of light magic, but no 'proper' British Pureblood or Wizard would want to rely on the magic of the same race, that cleaned their houses and prepared them food even if it could save a life, Albus was no different.
That's why the British wizarding community was so behind on time, they refused to acknowledge any type of magic beside the Goblin's and their own, everything else was either Light and anything different was classed as 'Dark'.
Albus, in his ignorance, believed, that if he can't use his own magic to cure Harry, than nobody else could, if only the man had widened his search, he could have gotten rid of the Horcrux, years ago.
Or would he still send Harry happily to his death, with a story he made out of thin air? Xander, eyes couldn't help but narrow at the thought.
Well, no long would Harry suffer.
He was going to end all of this and Harry was going to have a happy childhood and once he was convinced of the plan and he had done some research himself, he had sat Harry down on his lap and told him about his scar.
And unlike Albus, Xander had told Harry the entire truth about what that scar really was and left nothing out or told him half-truth's. He told Harry what his scar was really doing to him, sure Harry was more than a bit freaked out and distressed, about finding out the one thing that had giving him an identity in the past, because he and Jamus looked exactly the same, had been trying to kill him all along.
He than promised the child, that he would be right there beside him, holding his hand, and reassuring him over and over again, that everything was going to be okay which calmed his son somewhat.
He wasn't at all surprised that by the time, he woke up, on the date that Harry was supposed to get his scar 'fixed', he had found Harry in his own bed curled up in a ball, they both had worries that this wouldn't end well, a father was no supposed to bury his own child when it should be the only way round.
He had to be the strong for both of them, he was the adult here.
They had taken an international Portkey to France, both of them were wearing strong glamour's, when they came to, he than lead Harry by the hand, into Flinar bank.
And unlike Gringotts bank, there wasn't any long narrow walkways, that you had to walk down, just to find your Goblin, while the rest stared down at you over their dark rimmed glasses or with perfect eyes, like you were thrash, that they were forced to deal with every day, while the 'heartwarming' feeling of despair and seriousness, shoved itself down your throat.
Finar was bright, more livelier and there was a whole lot more room to move about too.
People, were actually smiling in this bank!
Harry, understandable, looked around, as if he just entered some bizarre universe, he was clearly being proven wrong that all Wizard banks were exactly like Gringotts because people were smiling. He then stared at the little people, who were much better looking than the goblins, who looked like they were awaiting trial with a grave face.
Harry, looked on in awe, at the enchanted ceiling that was made to look like a beautiful night sky, and every once in a while, a shooting star would whizz past, changing colour half way, it was quite a sight to behold that put Hogwarts own ceiling to shame.
He and his daddy were dressed in muggle clothes and they didn't stand out at all, he was even surprised to note that several people were also dressed in muggle clothes, instead of cape's and robes like the people in Gringotts. French throw through the air but some were speaking in accented English as they chatted with each other.
The atmosphere was so friendly here...
Xander, approached an elf and Harry was amazed to hear fluent French come out of the man's mouth, his daddy was such an amazing person.
The conversation went on for a good five minutes, in which Harry quickly lost interest and continued to look around with childish wonder at the elves in colourful suits and ties, before he felt a pull in his arm and his legs were walking again.
He quickly realized that he were following a happy go lucky elf skipping down a corridor, Harry could practically feel the magic in the air, as they walked further and further, he swore he felt the walls shift as they came to a heavy looking door.
The elf knocked on the door and a tiny slit, that he hadn't noticed before at the top of the door, opened to reveal giant blue eyes like a human, the eyes immediately locked onto them, before they heard a sound coming from the other side.
The door was unlocked to reveal a large chamber of some sort, but what was the most noticeable was the giant runes on the floor, that formed four rings. In the smallest ring was a long slap of smoothen stone, next to it was a column about the same height, home to a bound and gagged pig who couldn't have look any more fearful, even if it wanted to.
"Greeting's. Lord Felix. Can you and your son, please remove the Glamour's you both are wearing" A voice said in English, making both of them take note of the short cloaked figures.
Xander, had revealed his true identity after the fourth letter, he had sent to the bank.
Both Harry's and Xander, glamour dropped to reveal their true appearance's.
"Good, now, we have to prepare, young... Mister Felix, for the purification ceremony." The same voice said.
Xander, whispered to Harry, who suddenly looked at him with fear, that it was going to be okay and that he wouldn't leave his sight making Harry reluctantly let go of his hand.
The child was taken behind a curtain and told to strip and while he was doing, he could clearly see his daddy's outline beyond the curtains, before he was giving a bucket and told to wash himself thoroughly, even though he already did earlier that day.
Once he was deemed clean enough, and Harry skin was feeling sore from the constant scrubbing, he was taken the long stone and told to lay down, as expected it felt cold against his bare skin.
"Lord Felix, please take several steps back, so that you can be outside the barrier when it's erected around your son" One of the cloaked figures said, in heavily accented english.
Wait.
Was, his daddy, leaving him? Harry, couldn't stop the panic that settling in, didn't his daddy promise to hold his hand and stay by his side, through it all?... But if his daddy was going to get hurt...
"I refuse." Xander said, much Harry and the cloaked elves shock. "My son, is going to need all the help he can get. I can help because running through my vein's, is the Felix blood, and it's more powerful in me than in my son. You must know that my family is well known, for its unique connection with magic and if I help, wouldn't you chances of success increase, if I added my own magic to the mix, and besides..."
Looking at Harry and saying.
"I promised my son, I will be there for him. Right by his side and holding his hand through it all. How can I do that, when I'm several meters away from him and he wouldn't be able to hear me, through whatever is about to happen? How can I call myself a father, if I break a promise that I can easily keep?"
Silence met his statement.
Before all of the clocked elves looked at each other.
They all wanted to protest, it wouldn't do if the House of Felix suddenly found it's self without a head... but then again, they had never removed a Horcrux out of a living and breathing person before, if the rumors were true about the House of Felix and it's connection to magic, having the current Felix head of house could help would boost to the power behind the purification.
Plus, they already received the payment...
So, they said.
"Alright." One of the cloaked figures said, "But I want you to cast a protective shield around yourself since there will be a lot of wild magic in the air" you can never be too careful.
"Alright" He said, as Harry looked overjoyed having his daddy crouch down next to him and cast a shield around himself before taking his right hand and squeezing it to assure him, he wasn't going anywhere.
All the figures, than made sure they were a good distance away, from the runes on the floor before activating them which produced a powerful barrier over the two.
"We will now begin"
The Chanting had started.
And scene!
Next chapter, Harry comes face to face with the Horcrux, and it refuses to leave him without a fight, can little Harry once again vanquish the dark Lord even if it's only a part of him? Find out, later today because I am on fire, right now. Review/fav and follow!