Harry Potter and the master of fire

Disclaimer: I own a lot of things. I own more anime than a store, I own over 100 video games, I own a computer I built with my own hands. But I don't own Harry Potter, Shaman king or anything else that may be mentioned in this story.

Chapter 2: The mandatory time skip

Potter Manor - England - 6 years later

The Potters newly built home was approximately 5 times the size of Godric's Hollow and stark in contrast to any other normal wizarding home. Bright brick and concrete made up a mansion reminiscent of more recently built muggle housing as apposed to the dull and dark tones found in even the most extravagant pure blood home, including the Weasly's own 'burrow'.

Despite a never ending barrage of protest's and warnings from neighbour's, old friends from Hogwart's both strange and familiar and even one time his parents. James Potter didn't feel right in having a relationship with Lily Evans if he didn't even try to understand her world better unlike the rest of his world, usually what would happen with a muggle born / pure blood relationship is the pure blood would try and mold and shape them to their liking until the muggle born had the same twisted view on non-magical anything as their spouses did. But he knew that even if he wanted to he couldn't do that with the girl those temper and determination where as fiery as her hair. Despite the whole magical world trying to force her into what they wanted her to be she never backed down against even the most condescending of her peer's. As Sirius put it before James smacked him one 'She is SO hot'.

When James and Lily started dating James in an effort to understand her better started venturing into muggle London. Of course even the best disguised wizards are all drawn to attention quite quickly especially if like James you took Dumboldores advice on muggle fashion.

one word 'Tweed'. Get the picture? Good.

Now imagine a young wizard in a tweed suit with no clue about anything muggle past 1940 trying to find out what an 17 year old muggle likes to do. He was stumbling about the English capital from morning to night and by the end of it he was only more confusing as when he had entered. He first entered a place called a sin-e-ma and found and was surprised to find what he believed to be a muggle version of a magic portrait, he ran out in about twenty minutes after seeing a girls head spin right around on her shoulders then vomit, a shaken James then went to what he heard some girls call quite a popular location, the maul as they put it he found was not a place to see animals try to rip each other apart but a shopping place like diagonalley, he spent about an hour looking through the various stores and came out dressed in a tie-dye T-shirt and jeans with more packages than he should have been able to walk with had he not shrunk them. He had bought a dozen more muggle outfits, records for his gramophone (the clerks looked at him strangely when he said that). some jewelery for Lily. and a metal coil that while it only slinked between his hands he found he couldn't put it down and various other items that caught his eye. He was worried about payment to begin with but when he showed what he could pay withhe found he could pay for it all with only a few sickles a shop, apparently muggles used paper and less precious metals for their money instead of the pure gold and silver his kind used.

He was SO coming back with more than pocket change next time.

He went to the museum and was thrilled by the skeletons of the dragons he found, the history of battles so large they consumed the whole world, and was amazed by the bright, imaginative and artwork which he found for once was not a dull and unoriginal portrait his kind only ever seemed to have(1). Finally at the end James decided to use muggle transportation home, he could have taken one of the 'cars' for hire he had seen back near his home but then he wouldn't have had a chance to use the bike he had bought for only a few sickles. He loved it, he rush as he passed others, the wind in his hair. It was just like riding a broom except for the intense burning in his thighs from trying to make it good faster. but the salesman managed to convince him that it was great for sportsman so he was sold.

Thanks to this and future trips he could later go on to have a greater knowledge of muggles than the professor who teaches the study (who has never even met a muggle before). He began to take Lily on dates in both worlds and thoroughlyimpressed her with his lack of wizard ignorance as she liked to call it and 4 years later at the age of 21 they were married and living in a newly built home that reflected both Lily's love of the magical world and James new found love of the non-magical world.

Anyway I've gone off track.

Lily Potter sat in her favourite chair staring at the photo of her, James and her eldest twins while tracing her fingers over Harry. It has been 6 years to the day since Harry had vanished from the wizarding world, five years without her baby and her heart had not healed one little bit. Every time she closed her eyes she could see him killing the dark lord, Harry giggling at the thin air she now knew was not as thin as she once thought, but most of all she saw the eyes of the boy who had taken him, the eyes of what seemed to be the devil himself.

On this day every year since she would be found sitting in what was now her 7 year old daughters room. Sitting on her bed and staring at the spot where the crib once stood, sitting for hours until she finally decided to move about the house. This year she seemed to be moving on a little as she'd only spent an hour and a half in Roses room before coming into the living room to sit down. She knew she couldn't have done anything more back then, she couldn't have predicted Voldemort blasting the door of it's hinges, or Harry being a magical impossibility, and not even a seer could have told her before that a boy old enough to be starting primary with incredible power would steal her son, but as a mother she couldn't help but feel that most of the blame was on her.

As promised Dumboldore had went to great length's to try and find her son. Contacting his few shaman world sources. What good news had turned up had been added up to diddly and squat. Unfortunately what bad news had turned up was not from information they'd been given. But from information they had NOT been given, apparently when the headmaster had passed on the description of the boy that he had got from Lily the shaman got a terrified look and had either removed the old man from their company or had given him a direct warning not to continue the search less he and the Potters get themselves killed. The last source was from a man so old that the headmaster had said the guy looked older than Albus is now back when was just starting his 5th year. He went by the name of 'Goldva' and even then all that had came of the meeting was the same warnings as before with the exception of a guarantee that the boy and then maybe Harry would re-emerge within exactly another two to three years time, before the shriveled man dissipeared in a lightning flash.

She sighed and continued to look at the photograph as the image of her in the photo looked up at the real her with a comforting smile and only seconds later she was pulled from her wallowing by a pair the large object jumping into her lap.

"MUMMY!" shouted the two how had rushed to hug her from the fireplace. Following behind her was her husband and elder daughter.

She smiled as best she could for the moment and gave each of them a one armed hug. 5 years ago she had found herself pregnant again from one of James attempts to get her to cheer up. The first thing she did when she found out was book an appointment at London general for an abortion, the practice itself illegal in the magical world. (2) Fortunately James had stopped her from ever going to that appointment, he got her with the whole second-chance-at-happiness thing and puppy dog pout and she crumbled like a cookie in milk.

She was glad she had them. Catherine Lily was her mirror image just like her sister, except were Rose's only difference was that she had long black hair that shoot off in random directions at the top while Cat had her mum's tame red hair, and Raymond Arthur was named after Her and James father in that order and looked like her father with his strong jawline and James famous blue eyes that seemed to draw you in and was the only one of their children with a dark auburn which seemed to be both wild, yet not as much as much as her husband and eldest daughter.

Each were wonderful in their own way but oddly enough not like a typical boy and girl. Cat was a tomboy, she loved fighting and was always getting covered in mud when she hadn't even left the house which led Lily to believe she'd started to show her magic, she'd brow beaten down the younger Weasly boy's into letting her and Rose and their sister Ginny into playing quidditch which although she had yet to bet them the games since she was still so young the boy's win's were by only a few points or a draw and at least one of the Weasly boys always came back down to earth with a number of bruises and a black eye on one occasion. Her father already had her pegged as a future quidditch star.

Ray as they liked to call him though was not your average little boy. At a very young age he had been very meticulous about everything, his cloths, food, hygiene, writing and even in talking to such a degree that James feared something wrong withhim. When wizards passed it off as nothing likethey usually do Lily came home and diagnosed him with O.C.D. Of course this had James running around like a chicken with his head cut off blathering about Organ Crunching Disease and Obscenely Corrosive Diarrhea or any other thing that O.C.D could mean, it took Lily about 10 minutes before she levitated him off the ground and calmly explained that it just meant that meant that Ray would be highly obsessive over almost everything to the smallest detail.

This proved to be both a good thing and a bad thing as while it was rather annoying that her son would question her and others about everything despite it mundaness and talking to him usually takethree times longer than his sister if she didn't talk for him like she usually did, and the sheer level of cleanliness the boy needed before he would enter a room. It made him a prodigy since un-like normal children who tried to jump into things headlong without any understanding of what they were doing, Ray broke everything down into the finest points to get a clear understanding of how things work beyond his age, he would make exact measurements when helping her in the kitchen, making the house cleaner than a hospital since she disliked to have more than a few house elves about, and from the almost constant reading he did he also knew one or two charms from James old schoolbooks he'd manage to get his hands on because James didn't think any of his kids would be so into reading. He reminded Lily so much of her uncle Adrian (3) who she's always looked up to.

She looked down at her new little treasures. "My My and what did you two do today? I thought I told your father not to take you to flourish and blotts for once." She turned to gaze at her husband. The twins while different were both equally as effected by sugar, the last time either had so such as a lemon drop they'd bounce off the walls and then Lily and her son would spent an hour trying to remove breakfast from the carpet that seemed impervious to magic.

James gave a little defensive posture and chuckled. "No Lily! They just had a good time at the fair is all."

Lily snorted at her husbands cowardice towards her. "Oh the fair, what rides did you go on?"

Cat spoke up again. "We went on the bumpy cars with daddy, the big wheel, the sack slide, the round-e-bout and saw the puppet show and I ate a cotten candy this big and got sick..." She gestures with her hands about the size of a basketball "...but Daddy said not to tell you or you'd hurt him. Your not going to hurt Daddy are you Mummy?" Her daughter looked up at her with big watery eyes.

'Damn you James' She cursed in her mind as she gave her husband an evil glare. 'Hiding behind your own children. But if they start up again then you are so going to get it.'

James just stood their with an innocent smile as if he'd just gotten away with murder.

Ray spoke up. "Actually dad deliberately took up on the rides after we had eaten to make us sick, so our tummy's would be empty when we got home so you wouldn't hurt him, he also bribed me not to tell you by promising to get me a new broom, but he forgot I'm Ac-ke, Icki...

"Acrophobic?" Lily guessed.

Ray nodded. Lily smirked at her husband who's innocent smile had fallen and was now looking as he had a pineapple inserted in a very uncomfortable place.

"Thank you Raymond. Ill deal with your father later." Her youngest daughter started fresh waterworks.

"But Mummy..." She started but was quickly silenced by a smiling Lily. "Don't worry I won't hurt him but he's been very bad and I have to punish him, okay sweetie?"

Cat still had a few tears but nodded much to her father's extreme displeasure.

Lily then turned to her mellow faced eldest daughter, she was concerned at the general lack of interest her daughter had sported since Harry was taken. Rose was always a happy and emotional baby, laughing her head off or crying her eyes out while Harry only ever did any of that when Voldemort attacked or those ghosts would play with him. It wasn't surprising really as it was quite common for twins in a wizarding family to share a much stronger bond than normal twins even if like Harry one or even both of the twins are not magical themselves, being separated is usually described as having a large chunk of your soul missing and been replaced by an empty void. The very day her brother was taken Rose became just like him minus his occasional giggle, like a permanent dark cloud had put itself in orbit over her daughter and unfortunately she knew the one thing that would change her daughters back to the way she was is quite impossible to reach at the moment considering his location is a mystery.

"How did you like the fair for your birthday today?"

Rose just shrugged. "It was okay I guess." She said in the most dull monotone voice a 7 year old girl could make. Which while boring still managed to sound noticeably high pitched.

James frowned a little, he didn't want to sound selfish but he couldn't have the 'Girl-who-lived' sad on her birthday, not with the party in her honour at the ministry banquet hall they had to go to in an hour. That was one of the reasons they took her out somewhere before the party every year. Well that and he really enjoyed the look on the guys face when he won all the rigged games. The stall manager cried when he had to hand Catherine the giant stuffed elephant when James knocked over the milk bottles that were supposedly glued together. Suckers.

James shook his head of the distracting thoughts and put a hand on his eldest shoulder and gave her a look. She turned up to meet her fathers eyes and acknowledged what he wanted. Just like last year and every year since she was 2. She went up to her mother and squeezed in between her two giggling siblings to give Lily a brief cuddle and a peck on the cheek before heading up to her room. A mere second later James swooped down and scooped up his two little Maruders as he liked to call them and held each off then underneath his arms. "C'mon let's get you ready to." Catherine squirmed and laughed excitedly but Raymond squirmed and struggled to get out while looking quite distressed while demanding in a hurried voice "Put me down, put me down, put me down!" Lily laughed a little but reprimanded her husband.

"James put him down you know how he hates heights." James looked at her a little confused.

"Since when does height's include less than a foot off the ground?" Lily's brow knitted together slightly. "Since you know he also hates germs and you being someone who has yet to remove all the regurgitated junk food from his shirt." She said while pointing to her husbands dark blue shirt's collar which from a certain angle you could see a few specks of vomit near the turned neck. Her husband gave a pained look and dropped his son who immediately bolted upstairs to get rid of what he believed to be 'microscopic evil' he was now covered in as he and his mother put it. James turned to look at his youngest daughter to find she stil had her goofy smile on. Matching her face he turned and gave his wife a mock salute to how that she didn't have to tell them to get ready this year James galloped upstairs.

A phantom smile now etched onto her previously glum expression Lily put the picture back down on the table and stood up. She may not have her oldest son for now but she still had the best family she could ask for at the moment and she wouldn't change any of them for the world, James childlike attitude, Raymond's keen mind, Catherine's inability to be anything else but cheerful despite her little act earlier, and rose's deep caring, because even though she couldn't tell you the first thing about Harry other than that she was his sister she still felt empty without him here.

As Lily Potter went up the stairs to turn what she knew would be chaos back into order she couldn't help but wonder how her son was doing right now?

"ASHCROFT, ORB OF OBLIVION!"

"BABY CHUCK, DOUBLE RATTLE!"

"JACK, PUMPKIN TORNADO!"

A pitch black orb of energy, two purple bullets, and and orange tornado of knifes all converged on one target with the purpose of erasing it.

'WA-BOOOOOOMMMMM'

The resulting explosion made the grassy earth of the Northern Chinese plains beneath the feet shatter and the wind from it caused the three girls who ordered the attacks to jump back a few feet. Quite pleased with their work they turned around to see an twelve year old Japanese boy with long hair and wearing a poncho. In his arms was a small black infant with poofy hair and drinking from a bottle. (4)

"Well now you three certainly got stronger. The last time you did that it didn't tear up anywhere near as much earth as that." The boy said, in his arms the cooing up at him for more, smilng gently he put the bottle back in. The girl's replied to him with the usual arrogance.

"Well of course you totally didn't think that some little kid could take out the super powerful an gorgeous Hani-Gumi three did you." Responded Matilda the red haired girl with an English accent which was slaughtered by her valley girl type of speech. Next to her floated a pumpkin headed skeleton doll that was possessed by London's most infamous killer, Jack the Ripper.

"Marion agrees. No matter how powerful or adorable someone is could not possibly survive that attack, except for you master." This time it was a long haired blond Italian girl dressed in Gothic Lolita who went by the name Marion. She was holding a stuffed doll in the shape of a young boy withbuttons for eyes and holding two rattles with smoking holes in them. This was her medium possessed by who knows what and who honestly want's to know, Baby Chuck.

The boy who is obviously Zeke turned to his second in command. With his fully adult mind in a body just starting to enter puberty he didn't know whether to appreciate her or think himself a pedophile for appreciating her.

She was the eldest of three girls and two years older than him. She had long blue hair down to the bottom of her back which ended in a small ponytail held together which a red scrunchy he thought she should get rid of. She wore demen cut off' which seemed to get shorter and shorter and she got taller and exposing her long flawless legs. Since she was only just starting to truely some into a full figure she still wore a tight black ACDC T-shirt to hide her already noticable chest until she was big enough to wear a tube top. In her mouth she had a stick of pocky. She'd tried smoking when she was to old for those sugercandy sticks, but some little kid who shall remain anonymous keep replacing the packs withthis stuff. Behind her was a large imposing knight with a threateninglooking lance which looked to be made out of smoke. (4)

The girl who's names is Kanna answered Zeke's unasked question while miraculously managing to keep the Pocky from falling out of her mouth "These two are idiot's." This caused the red head to point her broom at her and Marion to look at Kanna dangerously. Kanna turned to the two "I mean Zeke be ruthless but you wouldn't honestly think that he'd order use to attack Harry without being sure the kid would be strong enough to handle it?"

The girl's stared for a few secondsat their team leader before Matilda gave her a relieved smile. "Totally." She said as if that was the answer to life itself. Marion said nothing but looked over with everyone else as the smoke cleared. What they saw shocked everyone but Zeke who was only mildly impressed.

A wall of spirits blocked the path of all the attack's. A dome made of dozen's upon dozen's of moaning chinese spirit's in various era's of clothing were all seemingly joined together by green Mana. Inside the dome Harry was standing looking right at them while holding his hands in a praying positon. He released his hands and almost instantly the wailing spectres all rushed away in diffeant directions and dissipearing a little distance away, but the one or two who escaped in Zeke's direction suddenly went up in flame.

"Mmm It appears your spirit summoning has gotten quicker." Loudly remarked Zeke towards the boy.

The boy who nodded back was Harry, no last name, just Harry. At seven years old he looked remarkably likehis master in that unlike normal little boy's he made quite a muscular physique for someone only 3'5 and very serious and mature in expression. Like his father he had short hair that no matter what you did it would always stay in a permanent state of bedhead. He wore a dark brown poncho unlike his masters light brown one and had the seams adorned with little iron stars. Also unlike his master who wore no shirt underneath his poncho Harry wore an emerald green medium sleeve t-shirt(2) which had the kanji for 'poison' on it's back. Finally to complete his ansamble he had on a pair of slightly baggy black pants with no pockets and a pair of black kung-fu shoes. What really made him stand out though besides the lightning bolt mark which was still glowing slightly green was the expression on his glasses less face. Even half a world apart and holding nothing but the smallest fraction of earliest childhood memory's he still had the same slightly empty feeling his sister had, and the same uncaring expression, the strange thing being that while his sister knowing about him. He knew nothing about his real family.

"Am I ready yet to take my place among your followers Zeke." The Shaman-who-lived asked the elder boy without a trace of respect evident in his voice. Unlike his other followers who feared his every glance in their direction ones like Harry, the girls and more recently the baby he had named Opacho did not follow him out of fear, or greed. In Harry's case he cared for Zeke like an elder brother who since he could remember had raised him to be strong.

Zeke gazed at his 'younger brother' for a few minutes knowing it would annoy him. Once he saw the tick in Harry's eye he smiled and answered. "Not just yet my dear little brother, there are still two tasks which are a right of passage I insist on all of those under me."

Harry's eyebrow raised at the 'under me' part but didnt want to annoy his brother, not when his idea of a kidding nudge is a first degree burn.

Zeke continued. "First off, unless I hand pick them I don't just let any shaman who want's to into our little organisation so I had to set up this test to sift out the gold from the dirt so to speak?"

This time he couldn't help butting in. "You've already said you were giving me a test couldn't you just tell me what to do instead of essentially saying the same thing twice?" He insisted.

He could immediately feel the temperature go up a few degrees as Zekewarned him wordlessly not to talk while he is, good thing Zeke values him so much otherwise he'd be getting a more than just tanned. "Will you let me finish?" Harry nodded slowly and the heat turned down instantly.

"Now then. you know as much as any even remoetly decent Shaman that you must have a guardian spirit in order to fully utilize your Mana. smirk Unless of course you plan on using borrowed native spirits for the rest of eternity."

"Don't worry Zeke with your training at my disposal I'll find a strong spirit someday. I just 'CAN'T' disgrace us by being weak or having a weak ghost."

Zeke seemed pleased at the younger boys some what sarcastic yet accurate statement, weak shaman were after all useless to him and a spirit was usually an indication of how powerful you were. However since this was Harry, someone he had raised for nearly the boys entire life and he knew that the one boy could one day rival his previous lifes power, he insisted that the boy have something a little better than just a powerful spirit.

"That's I'm only giving you two month's to do the task's. Number one you must enlist at least two new followers to our cause."

Harry nodded. It was typical for Zeke to send out others to recruit shaman faster than what he could do alone. It was also his way of testing the followers he already had. If the new recruits were weak and useless then it showed poor ability in the recruiter and both were eliminated.

"And second and my real test I want you to get a spirit."

Harry nodded.

"In particular. A Kami-Class spirit." Zeke said then waited

Harry half nodded before realising what Zeke said about the same time as the girl's. Matilda looked shocked, Kanna stopped sucking on the pocky, Opacho moaned a little when Kanna stopped feeding her and Marion dropped her doll. Matilda being the most vocal waved her arms about in a very distressed fashion.

"WWWHHHAAATTT!! Master you can't be serious. Harry may be a total bad ass for a brat kid but you can't seriously expect him to tackle a god spirit all by himself."

Zeke didn't even take his eyes off Harry who's eyebrow's had shout up past his hairline. "That's exactly what I expect him to do Matilda." He stated with a note of finality which the little witch didn't pick up.

"But Master-" She started only for the Lolita to butt in.

"Be quiet Matilda. Harry represents the very best of master Zeke's teachings so anything less than a kami spirit would be a disgrace." The girl said heatedly.

"Yeah but Harry's just a kid." She said worriedly

"So is master Zeke and he was the most feared Shaman in the world before he was even born." Marion replied

"Master Zeke already had two lives before this one two earn that title." The red head shot back.

"ENOUGH!!"

The girl's looked back at Zeke. Who gave them his famous 'I walked out of hell' glare, enhanced by the spirit of fire towering over him.

"Your concert's for him are petty and meaningless. I gave him not a request but an order and he will follow it." He said menacingly. He turned the glare back to his brother who's eyebrow's had yet to descend.

"Is that understood brother." He said without expecting an answer. Not to his surprise Harry's eyebrows descended any he gave him a single chuckle while waving his hand's dismissively at him.

"It's not like I wasn't planning on getting a strong spirit in the first place. The timing might be a little tight but I don't think it will be a problem to wrangle a god or two"

Zeke's temper vanished in the face or his most loyal followers jovial arrogance. He knew that Harry realised how difficult it was to capture a spirit of such power. Rather than what others choose to believe it wasn't like he waltzed into Patch village and asked politely for the spirit of fire to be his spirit ally. It took weeks or strenuous searching and preparationand a battle that lasted four days straight were every hour he was brought near death before he was able to force the spirit under his control. Harry could expect the same thing depending on what spirit he found.

"Good. Your journey begins tomorrow at sunrise. I would use the time remaining to prepare." Zeke said as he turned to take the baby seer out of the blue haired girl's arm's. Just before leaving the boy to his devices he turned stopped without turning around. "Oh and Harry."

"Let's guess. If I fail I shouldn't even bother coming back?"

"If you fail you shouldn't bother trying to hide." With that he walked back towards camp.

Marion followed behind him quickly but not before throwing Harry what she passed as a caring look. Matilda lingered a few seconds longer to show a genuine worried look before leaving only the boy and their oldest female shaman alone.

Kanna saw Harry looking down at the ground from Zeke's statement. She briskly walked over to him and knelled down to meet his face. She could see genuineworry on his face after the boy he treated like an elder brother and idol. She smiled at him and ruffled his perpetually hair a little to get his attention. He lookedup and her heart twisted a little at the small tear in one of his eyes. 'He may be freaky powerful but he is still just a little kid who just got scowled by his big brother'. She got him by both his shoulder and smiled slightly.

"Look Harry I know it seam's like he's being harsh, but that's only he knows you can do it." She said soothingly

The boy looked at her with a worried expression, he'd stopped crying but he was still worried about letting his brother down.

She understood what was wrong instantly thanks to that weird telepathy all girl's seem to have around children and men.

"Hey trust me Zeke knows you can do it. He hasn't been having all of us train you since you were two and a half just so he could vapourise you. Now what do you say we get you ready for tomorrow?" She was rewarded with a lopsided smile and nod as they walked side by side back to the camp as well.

6:00AM The next day.

No one saw him off. By the time he woke up the camp around him had disappeared. He found a few of his meager possessions lying around. Some soap and care supplies from the girls, some food from the portly new guy Han Zhang, a copy of the Mantannian Dictionary from Turbine which held info on almost everything including the numerous gods of multiple religion's. A few billowy overly designed jacket for harsh weather that Boris had outgrown that Harry had ripped to shreds on sight and last and most importantly a note from Zeke which only said 'don't fail me'. Which of course Harry's translated to 'I know you won't fail me'.

Picking up his bag full of essentials he stood up and began walking west towards the setting sun. Heading towards India while The Zeke and the rest went east towards the land of two of the great shamans births for him to check up on a certain lazy Asakura

6:00AM The same time.

Rose Potter woke up in her bed with an uneasy feeling she had since yesterday. A horrible feeling of certain doom had cast over her yesterday in the middle of her party that she couldn't explain. Of course she didn't want to spoil the party for everyone so she endured but the uneasy feeling stayed with her and barely eased throughout the day.

Slowly she eased back into her bed since it was practically her father's unwritten rule not to wake up till at least nine. As she closed her eyes she couldn't help but wonder about why she felt like this.

'I wonder if this is what Harry's feeling right now' were her last thoughts as she feel asleep.

End Chapter

(1) The only paintings I've ever read about or seen in the movie's are drab and dull portrait's

(2) I wouldn't imagine that abortion would be an acceptable practice in the wizarding world

(3) A rather obvious reference to the popular televison serious 'Monk' who I based Raymond on

(4) I thought this would be funny considering that Zeke techniqually IS an old man in a young man's body

If anyone find's anything else wrong or any holes in the chapter please tell me.

I REALLY need more votes before I can decide what Harry's spirit will for the next chapter be so please start using the poll available.

No I will not be holding one for the shaman Harry will be recruiting because I already have those bios written out. But Ill be happy to take suggestion's if you have any for new charecters I could add.

As I stated previosly the next chapter Harry will get his spirit. I have nearly everything planned out in my head so I need the poll to tie it all together

Thanks for reading and see you later.