I would like to first of all thank everybody who reviewed I appreciate it. Here is the next chapter. As promised the Dursley scene is in here and we finally see what happens to Harry.

I changed a few minor things in this chapter since the original post, the Ulan scene is the only one effected.

Blood Lines

By: Brooklynight

Head Healer Palka was in the middle of his stint at the Primordial Cove clinic. He was a top guard healer, as a veteran of many wars he was often assigned to different units to spread his experience. Despite technically being only responsible only for the health of the garrison the clinic was the only medical facility for miles around. As such Palka along with his staff of corpsmen and nurses tended to the injuries of anyone unlucky enough to need medical attention within the forest.

"So tell me again sir, what exactly was it that you hoped to accomplish by testing you bear trap with your foot?" asked the healer shaking his head, he saw far to many cases like this to have any pity for some of his patients.

"Well you see healer I was setting the trap and I noticed that the spring was a bit off and…" Palka's attention to the man was diverted by voice of a nurse from the other side of the ward.

"Sir, the boy has awoken," despite her calm tone was Palka heard the urgency in her voice.

Palka walked away from his current patient, telling the nurse to get one of the corpsmen mend the bones of his leg, when he made his way to the ICU. When he walked into the sterile white hall he saw the boy in question in a bed at the far side of the hall.

When he approached he saw that the boy was doing his best to not appear frightened but it was obvious that he was. He had pulled the sheets up to his chin and was shivering. Palka realized that the shivers were from the fever the boy was running as much as anything else. Come to think of it he didn't even know the boy's name.

"Morning son, how are you feeling?" he greeted in his best English, which was fluent but still accented.

"Good" the boy answered meekly.

"There's no need to lie, why don't you start of by telling me your name, my name is healer Palka."

"I'm Harry" said the boy in voice that was still week but had a little more confidence.

"So Harry, how are you feeling this morning?"

"So so" Harry answered simply. He was silent for a moment before continuing, "Where am I?"

"In a hospital Harry"

"But why am I here, I'm supposed to be at the airport?" asked Harry bewildered

Palka knew what had happened to the boy, after the ceremony he appeared before the council and was briefed on what had happened and was left with the boy until further instructions were given.

"Well Harry you're sick and we're here to take care of you, we'll sort out you engagements latter"

"Ok" Harry said softly, despite his piercing headache and high fever he at least was in a bed.

"My head hurts" Harry finally said after looking at the healer for a few moments and deciding that the man seemed to be well intentioned.

"Let me get you something for it" said Palka as he walked over to the nurse's station. He came back soon holding a phial of some sort as well as a book. He had also told one of the nurses to get in touch with the commander.

"Now Harry can you be a brave young man and drink this for me" he said uncorking the phial and presenting it to Harry.

Harry took the phial from Palka and looked at it, the potion was a light blue colored liquid. Harry took the phial to his lips and drank the potion. He felt a chill rush through his body and he felt his head ache go away.

"Better?" asked Palka, knowing full well that this was only a temporary fix.

"Yes" said Harry confidently

"Well good, if you want to feel even better then you're going to have to let me run a few tests on you, okay?"

Harry nodded, the healer made him feel better so the tests couldn't hurt.

Palka handed to book to Harry and told him "I heard you're a reader, why don't you try your hand at this. Now if you could just sit up I can get started."

Harry sat up as he was told and took a look at the book the healer gave him. It was titled Sikor's Commentaries. Harry looked up at the healer in confusion. Palka was drawing his wand and seeing Harry's confused look he said "It a history of the first guardian, read it you might enjoy it."

Harry agreed that he might and cracked open the spine of the book and at the same time Palka began a series of complicated wand movements.

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Kaz was sleeping in only to be awoken by an orderly holding a sealed piece of parchment.

"From the clinic sir," the man said in greeting.

Kaz grunted as he set up and took the parchment and opened it. It was hastily written but it said that the boy had indeed awoken, days faster then anyone had expected him to. Even more surprisingly he was perfectly conscious, Kaz was certain, despite Lenox's assurances that it would be months before the healers had managed to stabilize the boy's mind. He also wondered what the boy's future would be given his unusual situation. His mind could be simply modified and sent back to his previous guardians but there was no way that the council would go for that.

He got up and quickly changed into a simple set of robes. The only weapon he took with him was his saber. He shrunk it to where it was no longer then a small dagger and he hung it on his belt.

In the clinic he found the boy being worked on by healer Palka.

"Good morning Healer" he greeted

"Morning Commander" replied Palka.

"Hello, I'm Harry" said Harry trying not to let his fear show.

"Good Morning Harry, I'm Kasimere Wolodyjowski, you can call me Kaz." He told Harry extending his hand. Harry shook hands with the man glad since he seemed to be nice, at least nicer then his uncle.

"How is he doing healer?"

"Well enough, he still is have a problem with his fever, but the preliminary test show no serious problems, but I still need to investigate a few thing before I clear him to leave" while Palka said this in calm voice gestured to Kaz that he had more to tell him.

"I see you have a book there, what is it?" asked Kaz.

"Oh, Mr. Palka gave it to me, but where will I go if I leave here, and where is Ulan anyway?" Harry asked frantically.

Kaz appreciated the boy's relative calmness as well a level headedness, to be perfectly honest he had not idea what was to become of the boy Ulan had brought in. "Calm down, Harry there will be time to decided those things, as for where Ulan is, I doubt that there is any power out there that could tell us, he hasn't even visited his daughter yet."

"Daughter?" questioned Harry.

"Yes, that girl over there" said Kaz pointing to a girl in a bed a few beds down who was unconscious.

"Ok, why is she here…" Harry then had a sudden insight "why exactly am I here?"

Kaz hid his surprise at Harry's out burst apparently he realized that being sick was not enough reason to wind up in a clinic in the middle of no where away from his family. Not that the boy seemed to have much of a family, at least according to guys over at intel. Kaz told him that he himself didn't know but would do his best to find out and Harry seemed to be at least temporarily satisfied with the answer. Palka to the boy that he needed to look at a few books to get a better idea how to help him, at the same time he signaled Kaz to follow him.

Once Kaz and Palka were in Palka office he told what he actually though of the boy's condition.

"Frankly I'm quite gravely concerned for his life. His magic levels haven't subsided at all and are actually increasing. The priests blended the blood properly, but the magic in it hasn't been made dormant as we had hoped."

"So what dose this mean?"

"If we don't do anything it means that he will die within the next week, the magic will destroy his body. Immediately after the ceremony he a magic level of next to nothing, which is why he was unconscious, it was supposed in increase to the level of a child his age before leveling of, this level didn't stop to increase and at point were it is now, the level of an adult, he should be in a comma, Eli on the other hand still hasn't regained even half her magical strength."

"But he isn't in a comma."

"Which is because of medical intervention only, the problem is that we can't remove the magic without killing him with the shock that it would cause. Now we have to answer the question of how we're going to stop it."

Kaz was disturbed by this news, Lenox should really be the person talking to the healer, magic was not his forte. "I may not be a scholar of magic but as far as I know, he isn't and won't be able to use this extra magic without irreparably damaging himself or killing himself so why don't you just remove the excess?"

"Commander, it isn't that simple unfortunately, consider magic to be a drug, once a person's body is accustomed to a certain amount that amount can't be decreased without causing withdrawal. Now without the boy's expanding magic level it could be theoretically possible to isolate him for a period of months and slowly remove the excess magic. However since his levels are increasing they would continue to do so much faster then we could control it."

"So what is the plan?"

"There isn't one at the moment," the healer said bleakly, "however I have already informed the council of the situation and am scheduled to meet with them this evening to discuss it, hopeful the priests will be able to provide us with some guidance."

Kaz accepted that there was nothing that he could do at the moment and left the clinic and 'asked' one of the fighter pilots on the base to take him hope. He didn't stop thinking of how to possible fix the boy, he thought back to a day, two decades ago, perhaps there was a solution and it might just be crazy enough to work.

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Ulan was to put it best, displeased, dealing with belligerent English business men was not his idea of a good way to spend an afternoon. This particular one was being a particular pain. He demanded to speak with him personally and refused to talk to the solicitor he sent who would take care of all his visa woes and would even locate the appropriate personnel for the very reasonable price of five thousand pounds a head.

But Mr. Vernon Dursley had decided that he was going to see to it that he made leader of the guard's 'muggle' association into his personal enemy. Before everything else Ulan was a business man, his employers, allowed him to keep a percentage of whatever he made of the muggle world.

He entered the conference where he was supposed to meet Dursley precisely at noon; he took a seat at the head of the table and waited. Five minutes latter Dursley entered sweating profusely. Behind him entered to two grotesque rent a cops that the man had taken to having follow him around Warsaw.

"Good day Mr. Dursley, I assure you that this room is perfectly safe, there is no need for security personnel," began Ulan

"A man has to provide for his own security but I do trust you so," he turned to the men, "would you excuse us."

Ulan hid his smirk at the condescending attitude of the man. "Mr. Dursley let us get right down to business, what business do you have for me that my solicitor couldn't handle."

"The original business actually," Dursley stopped to wipe his forehead with a handkerchief despite the fact that the Polish summer was temperate at best. "There must be some misunderstanding."

"Really, what did he propose?"

"5000 a head" proclaimed Dursley barely restraining his rage.

"That sir is not the price I told my man to give you."

Dursley visibly deflated, "I see we both agree that 5000 was much to high of a number"

Ulan smiled and said, "I told the solicitor to offer you 5500, it appears that he has given you a better deal then I was prepared to offer and now I am obligated of honor this lowered price."

Vernon face turned a deep purple and looked as if it were about to burst, Ulan had to restrain his grin, idiots like this made his job worth while.

"Sir!" Vernon finally managed to get out. That is preposterous, my company requires a hundred men, that's over half a million pounds."

Ulan kept staring at Vernon calmly. Ulan wasn't the best at legilimency but this muggle wore his heart as well as his mind on his sleeve. It the man's furor Ulan managed to pick up key operating details of the company he worked for. His personal life as well as professional one was open for Ulan's taking. Ulan saw the man was calming down and his mind was clouding.

"Mr. Dursley I must remind you that what you request of my organization is not only illegal but rather difficult to accomplish as well, I do believe that our price is more then reasonable, the legal method of exporting the machinists would be at least five times more expensive."

"Reasonable!, perhaps under normal circumstances. You lot are nothing more then crooks and don't you think that I don't know it, I'd have half a mind to report you to the embassy."

Ulan let out a small chuckle this time. He reached into his jacket for a cigarette and lit it. Taking a puff he leveled his eyes on the man again. Dursley's latest outburst had given Ulan access to the rest of the information in Dursley's head. He had all the information he could hope to need. Dursley had sealed his own fate.

"Well sir it has been a pleasure but it is obvious that we cannot agree perhaps we will meet again under more favorable circumstances." With that Ulan stood up, shook Dursley's hand and walked out of the room.

When he got into the black Mercedes that was waiting for him he picked up a note book and scribbled down all the information that he was able to get from the Englishman. Surprisingly the man's thoughts about money had brought his banks accounts, personal and business to the surface. His personal fortune of 56000 pounds wasn't much but through the business accounts Ulan was now going to have access to over three million pounds, that sum was worth the few minutes he had to put up with the man. Ulan picked up the car phone and dialed a number.

"Good day, you have reached the PKP please select from the following options," was the automated answer. Ulan punched in an eleven number security code and waited for the next menu and punched in a six digit code. The operated now prompted him to enter his employee code. Instead Ulan simply said "Mark file foxtrot three five eight nine high priority."

He then wrote the number 3589 on the note book he was writing in previously and activated the pre inscribed transmission rune and the note book disappeared in a dash on smoke.

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Alexandra and Dominique were the two youngest members of the guard's 'white coat's' or eternals as they were formally known. For this reason the brother and sister pair was given the least favorable assignments. Playing chauffeur for Ulan was a recent example.

Their actual assignment was in the 'muggle department' of the guard. They had the unfortunate duty to take care of Ulan's dirty work. This was why they where seated atop a Warsaw rooftop over looking a hotel which was known to be frequented by foreigners.

Alex looked through her binoculars and finally saw what she was looking for. She was in her twenties and a recent college grad with a master's degree in psychology and she was dressed in a pair a jeans and a simple white turtle neck. An obese man with his skinny wife and overweight son walked out of the main door of the hotel. "Mark, at eleven," she told her brother.

Dominique was the opposite of his sister. A gifted student he managed to finish his master's degree in maths at the same time his sister did despite being two years her junior. He much to the befuddlement of Alex insisted on looking professional as he termed it at all times. He wore a simple two piece suit with white shirt and black tie.

He looked down the sights of his rifle. Having above average vision he insisted on shooting open sighted for reason's beyond anyone's comprehension. He had the sights of his .308 chambered Remington model 700 pointed squarely on the man's head about 150 meters away. "Got a shot" he said simply.

"Shoot in five...four…three…two… CRACK.

Through her binoculars Alex watched in morbid fascination as blood and brain matter exploded out of the back of the man's head. Around him people panicked and the man's wife was on the ground trying to revive her already dead husband. The son was looking blankly at his father unsure of what had happened.

"Mark down, no follow up" she told her brother who had already chambered another round. Dominique took the rifle of his shoulder and put the safety on. He placed it in a case which he already had ready. He caught the pair of binoculars which Alex threw to him and placed them next to his rifle. When he closed the case the activated the portkey which was in the form of a sticker and sent the rifle back to their flat.

"So what's for lunch?" he asked his sister.

"I don't know, what do think about that new pizza place?"

"Sounds good"

They got up and walked over to the roof access of the building they were on and made their way down the stairs. When they were on the ground level Alex's mobile rang. She answered it listened to the caller for a minute and finished the conversation with a simple "Understood."

"Who was it?" Dominique asked.

"Commander Kasimere, he says that he wants us to stop by the lodge tomorrow after noon."

"Why?" asked Dominique, getting a call for his top commander unnerved him.

"He didn't say, he sounded more rather excited actually."

"Hmmm" grunted Dom.

When the time the commander had specified had come Alex and Dom made their way to the lodge. The lodge as the guard called it was actually surprisingly similar to a ski lodge with the exception that its patrons were the guardians instead of socialites. The lodge itself was the royal palace complex of the vampire coven which centuries ago ruled the Primordial Cove only to be expelled by the guardian Sikor II. Now the palace which was located at the highest elevations of the cove, some 170 kilometers from the guardian's temple was a recreation and relaxation area open to the white's coats and their families. Its climate was oddly arctic with the temperature rarely rising above freezing. The rugged terrain was a much sought after distraction.

The extensive palace which could accommodate 150 families was more then adequate for the eternals whose members never numbered more then a thousand out of the thirty thousand strong guard.

Dom and Alex were both dressed in heavy fur coats as they approached the palace. The central fortress was massive, its towers casting long shadows on the clearing which surrounded it. The clearing was a defensive measure; it gave the sentries in the battlements ample time to target any potential attacker. When they walked through the main gate they found themselves in a large court yard. In the middle of the stone courtyard there was a single hemlock underneath which stood Lenox.

"Sir!" proclaimed Dom and Alex snapping to attention when they got close to the guardian.

Lenox returned to salute respectfully and greeted, "Guardians, Kasimere is waiting inside."

"Sir, we are honored by the summons but equally confused, what is the matter?" asked Alex.

"The commander has a pet project that he would like your help with." Lennox said before signaling Dom and Alex to follow him before walking into the palace through a door in the wall on his right.

The trio eventually made there way to an apartment where Kasimere was waiting with a young boy standing by his side. "Dominique, Alexandra, it's a pleasure that you found time to come up to the lodge," he greeted kindly; he had personally recruited the two.

"Yes Sir." The pair said saluting their commander.

"You must be wondering why I called you; the reason is standing besides me." Kaz then turned to Harry, "Introduce yourself."

"I'm Harry" said the boy extending his hand to the pair.

"I'm Dominique, call me Dom, this" said Dominique shaking the boy's hand "is my sister Alexandra"

Alex shook the boys hand, "call me Alex" she was thoroughly confused, neither Lennox nor Kasimere had any children.

"He" began Kasimere in reference to Harry, "is the latest member of our organization and the family."

A pin drop could be heard in the resulting silence

"Show them your arms" Kaz commanded Harry.

Harry did as he was told and rolled up his sleeves. On the inside of his elbows there was a series of runes cut into his arms, a column of six on each arm.

"He has come under our care after the priests' have interceded on behalf of his magic. The runes on his arms are the marks of the council; his magic is grounded through them. He is our responsibility now and will be staying at the lodge for the foreseeable future. The reason you two are here is rather simple, as our youngest members you will be best suited to introduce him into our society. I will be ultimately responsible for him, you two will remain at your current assignment, however along with me the three of us will turn him into a guardian."

Dom looked at his sister. This was certainly the last thing that they had expected. "It would be an honor sir." Was the only reply which Alex was able to get out."

"Well you're finally settled then Harry" Kaz said to Harry. "Why don't I show you where you are going to be staying for the foreseeable future." He said putting his hand on the boy's shoulder and leading him out the door leaving Kaz and Dom with Lennox to explain to them what exactly happened to Harry.

AN: From this point forward the story is going to center around Harry.

What do all of you thing about Dominique and Alex. I know there's not much about them yet but they along with Kaz are going to be the major OC in the fic.

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