Hey, sorry. I planned on updating about a week ago, but I've been having problems with my computer and using a land connection. Sadly, my dorm room doesn't have wireless. But, now I'm being a refugee at my roommate's boyfriend's campus as there was an ice storm and my entire campus lost power at about 12:30 am, so about 12 hours ago. And it's terrible living in a campus center with at least 800 other people. So, we left. Anyways, enjoy the new chapter!

Unknown to the Wizarding World, Emrys knew all about what they supposed happened Halloween '81. Emrys had also found his bank account and bought Wizarding books that talked about all different types of magics. History, Wandless, Wand, 'Light', 'Dark', his library had all of them. And they all fit in a trunk he bought that had seven compartments that shrunk to look like a regular box of matches to any non-magic folk.

So Emrys practiced wandless magic for an hour everyday with some extra reading of the wanded magics before sleeping each night. So technically speaking, he could easily bust himself from the jam he was in, only something was telling him to go with these...kind officers. Honestly, do they need to shove him that hard? It's not like he didn't look or was bigger then the average nine year old. Woooo...scary.

Moving the way he was so rudely pushed, Emrys found himself facing the door to Scotland Yard. Emrys blinked in confusion before facing the officers. "Sirs, I'm fairly certain that a few thefts do not need to be taken to the yard. Why not the one for underage people like myself?" he asked.

The larger officer snorted. "You're here because you're here as an accessory to a murder that took place five years ago."

"Wait. I wasn't even on the streets five years ago. And, what murder?"

The smaller snorted as well. "Don't act innocent. We know that even though you look like a child, you're really fifteen."

Emrys rose a thin eyebrow in an 'Are you really THAT dumb' expression before answering, "Ok, bring me to a semi-comfortable room and I'll answer any questions besides my real name and where I came from."

"No funny business?" one asked in disbelief.

"None. Now, can we get this over with? And, can I choose somebody to be here with me?"

"You have to choose a legal counsel as you are a minor."

"Goodie. Give me a list and I'll choose."

The two officers, somewhat put off by Emrys' actions and attitude, led the boy to an interrogation room with a list.

There were about thirty five people total on the list. The list was divided by gender. Something was telling Emrys to stay with the 'male' list. Looking down, he stayed contemplative until he came across three names:

Albus Dumbledore-counsel, Headmaster Hogwarts for the Gifted

Alastor Moody-investigator, counsel

Severus Snape-counsel, Chemistry master

Emrys started laughing. He laughed until his ribs hurt. Why one Earth? It was crazy! It was...wait, Snape was the youngest Potions Master of the age. One of the people in the Wizarding World he wanted to meet.

The officers came in a few minutes later for his choice. They were puzzled about the random chuckle from the boy, but the larger (we'll call him Tom) asked, "Have you chosen yet?"

Emrys decided to go with it even though it wasn't exactly how he wanted to meet one of his idols. "I'll talk to Severus Snape."

The smaller officer (now Jerry) sighed. "Sit back and relax, Bolt. He may be a few hours."

"Why do you keep calling me such a ridiculous name such as 'Bolt' anyway? Call me 'Green-eyes' if anything. This is scar is the cause of all my problems. I hate it."

Tom and Jerry rolled their eyes. Teenagers! One second, something is cool. Another second and it's painful to talk about.

Emrys' eyes narrowed as he watched the two guards walk away. 'I hope they call him soon,' he thought, anxious to get out of the station.

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Severus was close. He could feel it. It was astonishing how short the length of time it took to find the boy's trail.

When exiting Diagon Alley, he walked for about twenty minutes towards a rougher part of London before hearing a bunch of commotion. Following the noise, he saw five street kids run in one direction while the sixth got caught. With the officers gone, the kids came back. 'Now, maybe someone will recognize Harry's picture.'

Walking to the the kids, he heard them complain about "those bloody pigs."

"But, they could never catch us, right Emrys?" the smallest, a girl about eight, asked. There was no answer.

"Em?" she asked, looking around. Not finding anything, she said, voice shaking, "Okay, Em. It's not funny anymore. You can come out."

"He would be the one the officers caught, I presume?" Severus asked, coming out of the shadows.

All five kids tensed, getting ready to run. "Don't worry. I'm not trying to take any of you. I'm looking for a boy..."

"Well, keep looking. None of us are interested. Come on, you know the rules. Those who are taken get left behind," the oldest, who looked sixteen, said.

The other three followed, but the youngest stayed behind, watching Severus. "Taryn! Let's go!" the other girl in the group commanded.

Taryn watched Severus for another moment before answering, "No. I feel I'm no longer needed here. I'll help this man."

Severus' eyes widened. The girl was about four feet with an elfin face. No one could be that trusting. Unless...

There! In the clear, bluish-green gaze, a cloud moved across her eyes. A witch. Even better, a Seer.

The other children sighed. "Fine Taryn. Have a nice life." And they left without another word.

Taryn and Severus eyed each other for several minutes before Taryn asked, "Who is the boy you were looking for?"

Severus looked around. This wasn't the best place for conversation, in the open with many kids and adults sneaking around looking for money and food. "Let's go get something to eat. Then, I will tell you about Harry Potter."

"Can you help Emrys?"

"I can try."

And the two set off to locate a restaurant to eat at.