A/N: I know this chapter could (and most likely is) riddled with many mistakes. As such I would like you to forgive me. I was just so excited to share this with you all.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Blah blah blah. On to the story.

If the doors had not been open, Harry would have stayed outside of the Great Hall for a long time in hopes of stalling the dinner he knew was coming. As his luck would have it, though, the doors were wide open and everyone was inside.

Harry knew he should just get it over with already. However, he could not help how his feet had slowed to an almost stop and felt like they weighed like a ton of bricks.

'Gather your muchness, Harry,' said Kyi, as she laughed at his behavior.

'Muchness?' thought Harry, 'What is muchness and how do you gather it?' Before the voices could answer him, Harry realized the others had taken note of him. He made his way to the table and took a seat next to Remus.

"I didn't know you were going to be here," Harry told Remus, as he began to gather some food to place on his plate. The older man looked at Harry before glancing quickly at Dumbledore.

"I have asked Remus to come back and teach Defense Against the Dark Arts this year," Dumbledore replied calmly, as if his answer had told Harry everything he needed to know.

Harry frowned as he realized that Dumbles always spoke like that to him, as if he were a child who needed to be told what he must do and when he must do it. Harry had always thought Dumbledore didn't tell him things because he thought Harry wouldn't understand or was not ready for it. Harry was beginning to see that perhaps it wasn't concern for his own well-being that Dumbles kept quiet.

"Oh I see. That would be awesome!" Harry said. He was excited that Remus was going to return to his old position as professor. He had missed older man.

"Yes it would be," Dumbledore said, "The children certainly need a competent professor if they want to pass the year."

Harry agreed completely. After last year's pink fiasco, he was sure the students were in need of a good teacher for what is coming. Even though he was excited, Harry knew there was another reason for Remus's return and he was sure it had to do with watching a certain black haired teen.

Mulling over his thoughts, Harry went about eating. He didn't want to talk to anyone who couldn't laugh like his new friends could. In fact, he was quite busy trying to keep from laughing as the voices would comment on anything he thought about.

Nevertheless, ten minutes into his meal and Harry felt the weight of all their stares. He lifted his head to look at them. Some of them had the decency to turn away when he did. Turning to face Remus, Harry saw the old werewolf looking at him with concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong," Harry asked him. He knew the questions were coming.

"Harry," Remus started hesitantly, "we were hoping you could tell us what happened earlier today. We know you and the Dursley have not always been on a very friendly relationship."

"Oh," said Harry noncommittally. He took a few more bites of his food. The others fidgeted in their seats.

"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore said, "We are concerned that something happened today. Please tell us what occurred."

Harry placed his fork down. Everyone else had heard Dumbledore say that he was concerned about him and therefore wanted to know what had happened. Harry heard that he wanted to know what had happened and was going to cleverly manipulate Harry into telling him.

Harry recalled all he had learned about Dumbles. Harry nearly growled in his anger. Suddenly, he felt a blanket of calm wash over him.

'Is that you doing that,' Harry asked his voices. He heard a humming coming from them. Taking it as a yes, Harry took a deep breath and put a smile on his face.

"Something amazing happened," he said enthusiastically, "My family and I had a revelation of sorts and well we came to a mutual understanding. That's all."

Everyone was shocked at how happy the boy seemed and were quite relieved that nothing bad had occurred. Everyone…except a few. Remus knew that Harry's past with the Dursleys was quite horrid and didn't quite believe that one afternoon could have changed that.

"What kind of revelation, Harry," Remus asked.

"No one is as they seem," Harry replied calmly. He knew he was being cryptic but his message was heard loud and clear when he saw Dumbles shift in his seat. As he returned to his meal, it became apparent to everyone that that was all Harry was going to tell them about the subject. They all returned to their meals as well.

Harry lifted his gaze and studied everyone's faces. When his eyes came across Dumbledore's, Harry nearly gasped. Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly and Harry found he could not look away. Harry felt something in touch his mind, lingering in search of something.

'He is using Legilimens on me,' Harry recognized with fear and anger. He briefly wondered how often the headmaster had done that to him before. Suddenly, Dumbledore started to probe his mind.

'No!' growled his voices. Harry had never heard them so angry before. He saw as Dumbledore's eyes widened and then turned away. Harry, noting that he was free, bent his head downwards. He thought about what had just happened. Dumbles had been pushed from his mind the moment his voices had called out.

'Did you,' he thought softly. He felt, rather than heard, the humming sound again. It was like a very pleasant vibration that flowed through him. They had been angry at Dumble's intrusion and he was very happy they had managed to push him out. He would get to the how later.

What mattered now was that the old goat had tried to search his mind. Harry wanted very much to return the favor to know what went on in that head and he wanted it to hurt. He knew that he shouldn't want to hurt another person, but when knowledge of what he had done to Hedwig crossed his mind he couldn't help himself.

Harry lifted his head and looked at Dumbledore. The old goat was talking to McGonagall like he hadn't just tried to get into Harry's head. The sight further enraged Harry.

'Bah baah,' the voices said suddenly.

Harry went momentarily still. He burst out laughing abruptly. Noticing that everyone else had stopped moving and were watching him with shock, Harry quickly made excuses. He got up from his seat and made his way out of the Great Hall. The voices set Harry off in another fit of giggles as they repeated the bleating sound.

Lost in his laughter, Harry didn't notice how the others became worried or how Dumbledore's eyes narrowed.

The only sounds in the corridors were of Harry's own footsteps. No one else was around. Harry slowed his pace and took comfort in the silence. Walking towards the window, Harry admired the night view.

'The moon is lovely tonight, is she not?' Kai asked him.

"Yes," Harry agreed, "Quite lovely." The crescent moon shone brightly and beautifully in the sky.

"Who are you talking to, Harry?"

Harry spun around to see Remus behind him. "No one," he said quickly, "Just myself."

The answer did not seem to relieve the werewolf. "What is lovely?" he asked Harry.

"Oh," Harry said. Turning around to look at the moon, he whispered, "The moon."

Remus moved to stand beside Harry by the window. He looked up at the moon and stared at it for some time before he said softly, "I don't see what you see."

Harry looked at the older man. He could understand why Remus didn't find the moon beautiful. How often he must have cursed it for what it did to him. Harry waited patiently for the werewolf to speak again.

"What really happened with the Dursleys, Harry?" Remus finally said. He was still staring at the moon.

"I told you," Harry replied, "We came to understand things about each other that made us want to let go of the past and move forward."

"Is that all," Remus asked, turning to look at Harry. Harry nodded.

Harry hated lying to the older man, but thought it best not to say anything for the moment. He cared about Remus a lot, but he was no longer sure who he was supposed to trust. He knew Remus cared about him but Harry was not sure Remus would take his side and not tell Dumbles everything.

Looking at the other man closer, Harry noticed how tired he looked. 'I wonder if he is having a hard time too,' he thought.

"Remus," Harry said tentatively, "About what happened with Sirius.."

"I don't want to talk about it right now," Remus said quickly, interrupting Harry.

Harry nodded slowly. He was about to ask when the werewolf would be comfortable talking about it, but held his tongue. He turned to look at the moon again. He heard Remus shuffle his feet. He turned to find that the man was leaving.

"I need to go," Remus called out, without looking back at Harry.

Harry watched him go before he turned to look out the window. Harry thought talking about Sirius would have helped both of them find some closure. 'Maybe he isn't ready,' he thought. The way Remus had acted still stung, though.

'Don't blame him,' Kyi told him quietly.

'Besides, if you need to talk,' Kai said, 'Are we not good enough?'

Harry smiled at that. These voices in his head had been more understanding than others he had known for a long time. And they had listened. 'You both are more than enough,' he told them.

Harry woke up in his bed feeling well rested and happy. Suddenly thinking yesterday had been a dream, he jumped out of bed. He realized he was in the Griffindor dorm, in Hogwarts. Feeling such relief that it had not been a dream, Harry dropped to the cold floor.

He heard laughter coming from his voices. "Oh shut it," he said, "I'm just relieved, is all." He felt humming in response.

'So what should I do, today?' Harry mused. So many crossed his mind. He was quite partial to flying.

'Why not go to that place nearby?' Kyi offered.

"You mean Hogsmeade?" Harry replied. He felt another hum.

He thought about it. It was against the rules to go without permission and after last night's events, he doubted Dumbles would consent. Then again…why did he have to know?

"Okay," he said happily. While getting ready, Harry thought about what he would like to do in Hogsmeade.

Once done, Harry walked over to his trunk. He pulled out his father's invisibility cloak and wrapped it around himself. He walked out of the tower looking forward to the rest of the day.

The moment Harry entered Hogsmeade, he realized he should have done something about his appearance. People turned to look at him and he felt the pressure of those stares.

Cutting into an alley, Harry leaned on the wall to avoid being stared at. Looking down at his feet, Harry saw pieces of what used to be mirror. He looked at his reflection with sullen eyes.

He knew what they saw. He could have been in the most ridiculous outfit and still they would look at only one thing. The one thing he hated most about his appearance. His scar. Always his scar.

'Let us,' whispered his voices. Harry didn't know what they meant but all the same he let them do what they wanted. He frowned as his reflection started to change. Instead of the messy black hair, he now sported shoulder length wavy brown hair. Hair that now covered his scar perfectly.

His eyes were still vibrant green but his glasses concealed them. It was not a drastic change but it would keep prying eyes away from him.

'Could you do more, if you wanted,' he silently asked them. He felt a hum in response. His voices were quite powerful, he concluded, if they could change his appearance without being there at all. All that power and yet they still asked him for permission. He felt touched that they took into account his feelings, as most people were likely to dismiss them.

Hesitantly and slowly, Harry emerged from his place in the alley. He began to walk around and noticed that the people were no longer staring. 'I could get used to this,' he mused. Feeling his confidence return, Harry's stride became more assured and poised.

Little by little, Harry lost track of time as he and his voices took in the shops and sights he had never paid attention to before. He had been here with his friends, but he always felt out of place and distant. Now, he felt eager and the feeling of being alone was gone.

He felt a twinge of guilt as he thought about how he sometimes felt lonely with his friends around. It didn't make them any less his friends or any less important in his life, but he could not deny that he felt better with his voices.

Kyi pulled him out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called. Looking up, Harry noticed a book shop.

'You want to look at some books,' he asked them. Harry liked books, not that anyone knew with his obvious distaste for his textbooks. He hated homework…but books were a different matter. He hardly had the time to read. If he had the time, he was sure he would have ended up like Hermione. With his nose always in a book.

'Those are not normal books,' Kai said quickly, 'They are antiques. Ancient and usually contain very powerful spells. I'm surprised there are hardly any customers.'

'It could be that they don't know what those book actually are,' Kyi drawled.

Harry looked closer at the bookshop. He gasped. The books being displayed in the window were beautiful. Obviously, they were very important, but he saw the not many people even glanced at them. Perhaps Kyi was right and they didn't know what the books actually were.

Harry moved towards the shop and walked in. There were books everywhere. He was in Hermione heaven. Each book was magnificent and drew Harry's eyes. 'Is there anything in particular you want to see,' he asked his voices.

'Maybe books on binds and such would be helpful,' Kai suggested.

Harry stopped looking at the books and flinched. He had forgotten about Hedwig for a moment. He was a fool. Maybe there was a book that could help him remove the bind on Hedwig. Filled with determination, he made his way around the books scanning for the owner. When Harry found him in the far back area of his shops, he groaned.

The man had dark colored robes that seemed to make him an unusual shade of pale. The most hateful expression twisted his face and made Harry feel as if the man was not someone to be messed with. He had white hair that would have betrayed his age if it wasn't for the fact that his face was free of wrinkles.

'Not everyone who is old,' Kyi started. 'Looks old,' Kai finished.

'Are you saying he isn't what he seems, human-wise,' Harry asked. He thought suddenly that the man could very well be something other than human.

'He is human,' Kai said, 'Keep your wits, Harry, he has his secrets.'

Harry suddenly felt like he was going into battle and he didn't feel like he was going to make it out alive. His voices laughed at him. He was being cowardly. 'Come on Harry,' he told himself, 'where is your lion?'

Taking a deep breath, Harry moved to stand in front of the man. "I'm looking for some books. Could you help me," Harry asked, trying to sound calm.

The man looked him up and down, then sneered, "Oh but of course."

Harry didn't like the man's tone but shrugged it off. "I want some containing information on bindings, familiars, and anything with close relation to them," Harry said.

The man wasn't expecting that and his eyes widened for a moment. His lips curled into a nasty version of a smile before he said, "I have a few books with that type of information. Do look around while I get them."

Harry watched him disappear into a room behind the counter. He turned around and looked at all the books. He didn't know where to begin. He decided to start with the shelf closest to him.

Scanning the titles, he noticed that most of them sounded like Dark Arts. He didn't know what to think about it. He had always been told that the Dark Arts were evil and dark wizards were evil, but what about Dumbles? He was the leader of light and yet he had bound Hedwig and undoubtedly more. So what was true?

He supposed that with curses such as the Unforgivables the Dark Arts could be classified as evil. But they had also been used by light wizards and could grudgingly admit using them had saved some lives. He would have to use one to kill the maniac known as Voldemort and he knew doing so would save many lives.

'It is not the magic that is evil,' Kai said softly, 'it is how it is used that matters. Those same spells that most of your kind dub dark, could easily be changed slightly and used for good things.'

'But humans are fickle creatures. They want to label and blame others more than themselves,' Kyi said sadly, 'The dark is no more evil than the night is. Again, it is how you use it that matters.'

Harry thought about their words. They made a whole lot more sense than anything else he had been told. He knew that the world was covered in different shades of grey and not the black and white many people chose to believe. He realized he still had so much to learn, but no longer would he be the naïve boy that took everything at face value alone.

Harry continued scanning the titles until he came across a small book titled Bonds of Life. His voices hummed. Taking it as a sign that they wanted him to take the book, Harry pulled it out of the shelf. He would look at it later.

He kept looking a little while more, taking every book his voices hummed at from the shelves. He heard shuffling coming from the back of the shop and made his way there. The man had come back carrying three books.

Harry set the books he had gotten from the shelves on the counter. The man looked at the books and his eyes widened again.

"You sure seem to know which of the books here are the most valuable," the man accused him.

"Most valuable you say," Harry said quietly. He would not let the man intimidate him. He had faced more and worse than the man in front of him. "Does it matter," Harry asked him.

The man, baffled that the boy wasn't afraid of him, replied harshly, "Not if you can pay."

Harry had forgotten about payment. He was starting to panic when his voices sent a wave of calm through him.

'Cast this spell,' Kyi said quickly, 'Je vous dois.'

Harry pulled out his wand. The other man moved back quickly as if expecting an attack. Harry raised his eyebrow and smiled at him, before casting the spell.

A small piece of paper holding the insignia of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank appeared on the counter. Harry picked it up and mentally asked, 'What's this?'

'It's an IOU bank note,' Kai said, 'You can use it if you don't have any money on you. You simply write the amount you owe and the name of the person. You recast the same spell to send it back to the bank and they will take the gold from your vault and pay the debt.'

Harry relaxed upon hearing that he now had a way to pay the man for the books. There were really a lot of things he needed to learn. He put his wand back into his pocket.

The man had also calmed when he had seen the note on the counter. It became clear to him that the boy had money and he knew better than to keep gold on him. He was unaware that Harry had just learned the spell.

"So how much will it be," Harry asked coolly, 'And don't dare try to overcharge me simply because you think I am just a boy."

The man in front of him flinched as if he had just been caught. His face twisted and he said, "It would be expensive. You sure you have the money."

Harry was annoyed with the man. "Name the price," he said edgily.

The man gave his price. Harry was about to ask the voices if that was okay when he felt the hums. Harry nodded at the man and began to write the sum on the bank note. "Name," Harry asked him.

"Riles Gimp," the man replied. Harry wrote the name down as well and was about to cast the spell when his voices growled.

'What's wrong,' he asked them.

'He spelled the books,' Kai nearly screamed. Harry looked at the books again.

'The books are very valuable,' Kyi explained, 'And he doesn't want to part with them. He has spelled the books to return to him after he had acquired the money for the purchase. Conniving little..'

Harry frowned. 'Any way to remove the spell,' he asked, 'And isn't that illegal?'

'Yes it is,' Kai mused, 'I wonder what would happen if you told him you know.'

Harry could tell where Kai had gone with that thought. Harry smiled and asked the man calmly, "Did you think you would get away with spelling the books, sir?"

The man seems caught off guard with Harry's question and began to nervously fidget. Harry saw this and with a glint in his eyes, he said mischievously, "Suppose I told someone about this habit of yours?"

With that said, the man stared at Harry. He licked his lips and his face twisted with another hateful expression. After a while, he got himself under control. With a tight jaw, he said, "Please don't tell anyone. I will remove the spells at once. You can have free reign of the store. Whatever you wish. For free."

Harry looked at the man. It had obviously taken a lot out of him to say that. Before he could stop himself, Harry asked the man why he had done it.

The man's face twisted for a moment and then he said softly, "They…those people outside…they don't appreciate the books in this place. I keep them in a good condition and I treasure them. But it doesn't pay well when they have no idea about their value. I barely sell any of the books and I need the money."

Harry looked at the man once more, before looking at his hands. The man's hands were calloused with small scars Harry could only assume were due to the pages. He turned his gaze to the books. They were really beautiful and this man had kept them that way. Harry smiled.

"Remove the spell," Harry started harshly before softening his voice, "And let me pay you."

The man was startled. He stared at Harry's smiling face. When he concluded that Harry was not lying, an actual smile appeared on his face. He went about removing the spells and placed them all in a bag before shrinking them. Harry cast the appropriate spell to send the note to the bank and took the small bag from Mr. Gimp.

He was about to turn away when Mr. Gimp coughed and said, "I always heard the rumors about what you were like, but never believed in them. You are nothing like those other boys your age. But then what can I expect from Harry Potter."

Harry nearly dropped his bag from shock. Before he could ask how the man knew, Riles Gimp pointed to the scar and said he had seen it when he had shifted his hair to the side. Harry frowned.

Mr. Gimp quickly shuffled his feet and moved his hands while saying, "Don't worry Mr. Potter, I won't say a word."

Harry nodded softly to the man and smiled. He was to walk away again when Harry stopped and looked at the man once more.

"Riles," Harry started softly, "The books are very beautiful. You have done a brilliant job. I shall come again." With that, Harry walked out of the shop. Riles Gimp watched him go and smiled.

Harry made his way to The Three Broomsticks for a quick lunch. No one paid him any mind and he preferred it that. After he finished his meal, Harry continued to look at shops. He spent some time looking at Honeydukes Sweetshop.

Harry was just strolling by most of the shops until one caught his eye. In the window there were several photo albums. Interest piqued, Harry entered the small shop.

"Hello sir. What would you like?" said a petite blond woman.

"I saw your photo albums and they were lovely. I've wanted to buy an album for a while now and so walked into your shop," Harry replied.

"Would you like to buy one already made or make one?" the woman asked him.

"I can make one?" asked Harry, excited. He loved the idea of making his own album. The woman nodded at him. "Then I want to do that," he said.

The woman motioned him over to a stall. In the stall there was a desk with a book on it. She told him that inside the book were various options to create his album and all he had to do was write down what he wanted on a piece of parchment. When he was done, he was to take it to her and she would create the album according to how he wanted it.

Harry nodded and sat down on the chair. He opened the book on the desk to the first page. It asked him what type of shape he wanted the album in. He browed the rest of the pages and saw several examples. He could choose the color, the texture, the amount of pages, any words, and so on.

After about an hour and a half, Harry had a parchment full of all he wanted for his album and gave it to the woman. His voices had helped him choose on several colors and more. His album would be very detailed. The woman took his parchment and began to create the album.

Harry watched, fascinated. The album was turning out just like he envisioned it. And the cover was breathtaking. There were swirls of a red, yellow, green, and blue. The sides of the pages were lined with silver tint and the inside was just as stunning. When it was done, the woman handed it to him for inspection.

Harry held the album and ran his hand over the cover. It was smooth and cool to the touch. He had a wonderful idea then. "Can an image be embossed onto the cover?" he asked the woman.

She made a small frown and apologized. "There are ways to emboss the image magically, however, I am not experienced enough to do it correctly."

Harry, not to be deterred, asked, "Is there another who can do it?"

The woman thought about it and then nodded happily at Harry. "There is a person called Altais Tyl, who can do beautiful things. His projects are amazing and his skills are sought after constantly."

Harry smiled. "Is there a way I can meet him?" he asked. The woman frowned at him again.

"Well you see," she began, "No one has ever met him and he only corresponds through mail. But I fear I must warn you sir that he only takes on certain projects and rejects many orders. You may not be able to get him to do it."

Harry sighed. "Is there anyone else that may do it then?"

"I am new to this work and don't know many people," she told him sadly.

"How do I get into contact with Mr. Tyl," Harry asked, "I may as well try and see."

The woman smiled and said, "No one seems to know the address. However, if you tell your owl to take a letter to Altais Tyl, they know where they are going. Rather mysterious and curious, isn't it?"

Harry agreed. He thanked the woman for the album and proceeded to cast for another bank note. He wrote the price the woman gave him.

When the woman gave him her name, his voices started laughing. He asked for her name again.

"It's Galinda, sir."

'Ask her if she travels by bubble, Harry,' Kyi said. Kai began to laugh again. It took a moment for Harry to understand what they were saying. 'You all are talking about the witch of the north from the movie Wizard of Oz, right,' he asked them, trying not to laugh as well.

He felt their hums. Harry smiled and wrote the woman's name on the bank note. He cast the spell to send the note back to the bank while trying to mentally shush his voices after one of them said, 'Ooh ask her if we should follow the yellow brick road.'

Galinda shrunk the album and handed it to Harry. He smiled to her in thanks and left the shop before he started laughing too.

Harry decided that he was done shopping and headed back towards Hogwarts. He made sure his voices had returned his hair to normal and wrapped the invisible cloak around himself. Today had been so much fun.

Harry was placing his things away in the trunk when he noticed the letters he still needed to send to the Dursleys. He grabbed them and placed them on the small desk next to his bed. He had another letter to write first.

Taking out some parchment, Harry began to write to Altais Tyl.

To Altais Tyl,

My name is

Harry stopped writing. He didn't want to reveal his real name to a man no one had ever met. That would present unnecessary worries. He tried to come up with alternative names but failed miserably.

'Try Veles Taliesin,' Kyi offered. Harry liked the way it sounded. 'What does it mean?' he asked.

'Veles is the god of autumn, underworld, earth, waters, snakes, wolves, medicine, and magic,' Kai said, 'And Taliesin is the god of poetry, wisdom, wizards, music, knowledge, and magic.'

Harry was impressed. Both gods obviously had to do with magic and more. He decided to use the name and returned to writing his letter.

My name is Veles Taliesin. I was informed that you are the one to ask for certain projects. I have recently made a photo album and would like to have an image embossed on the cover. The woman at the shop spoke highly of you and although she mentioned you may reject me, she knew of no other I could ask. And so it seems I have to trouble you.

Harry paused. He found he hadn't settled on an image yet. Thinking about what he would like to emboss on the cover, the voices whispered, 'Trees.'

'Trees,' Harry thought. A tree would look nice on the cover, he admitted. Though as to what kind of tree he was stumped. The voices giggled. 'Tell me what you guys are thinking then,' he told them impatiently.

'I say an elder tree,' Kai said. 'No no. I say apple tree,' Kyi countered.

"Give your reasons for that particular tree," Harry said, "Ready set go."

'The elder tree has several meanings and lore,' Kai started, 'The celtic meaning for the tree is death, rebirth, renewal, creativity, regeneration, and transformation.'

'The apple tree also has celtic meaning,' Kyi began, 'It is the symbol for love, truth, peace, beauty, honesty, romance, and remembrance. Also they are quite delicious.'

Harry laughed. 'Thinking with your stomach huh,' he joked. Both trees had incredible meanings. Both stood for remembrance, which is what a photo album is meant to be. A token of memories. Harry found he couldn't decide between the two.

Turning back to the letter, Harry wrote:

As to the project I want you to handle should not be hard at all. I have not yet decided on the image I would like. It has come down to two images. One is an elder tree and the other is an apple tree. You see, I have lost loved ones and this album is in remembrance of their memory. Both trees are symbols of such and both are quite lovely. If you decide to take the project, I will let you decide which of the two to emboss.

Thank you for taking time to read. I hope you decide to accept.

Sincerely,
Veles Taliesin

Once Harry was satisfied with his letter, he folded it up. Gathering the rest of the letters on the desk he handed them to Hedwig. She had remained in the dorm with him rather than return to the owlery. Harry didn't mind. "Those three are for the Dursleys," he told her, "And that one is for Altais Tyl."

After taking the letters, Hedwig flew out of the window. Harry noticed that she had left a small feather behind on the floor. He bent to pick it up. He admired the softness and put it in his pocket.

There was still some time before dinner, so Harry grabbed a few of the books he had bought earlier. Instead of moving them to his desk, he spread them around on his bed and looked at the titles. The book titled Secrets of the Familiars seemed interesting. He grabbed it and began to flip through it.

The book contained information on various types of familiars and their powers. He tried to locate one that matched Hedwig's description but after going through the whole book twice he gave up. "If only the book was in a language I bloody well understood," he yelled. He was about to close the book when he saw the words change.

Picking up to look closer at it, Harry realized that the words on a page had shifted and some of the words were translated into English. He began to read the page. It was titled Proteccíon dun Familiar. Next to it, in smaller letters, it said Protection of a Familiar.

It seemed the book was trying to make reading it much easier. Harry breathed a quick thank you and continued to read.

Proteccíon dun Familiar is a charm that is cast using something that belongs to the familiar. This object could be a tooth, feather, or fur. As long as it is from the familiar it can be used to cast a very powerful protection spell. Under normal circumstances, this is rarely needed due to the familiar being close by to protect their master. However, if not always around their familiars, it is recommended to create this charm.

This charm alerts the person carrying it to any danger that may be present or if any magic is being used against them. As a precaution, a cloaking barrier surrounds the wearer. It will withstand several spells, but it is not infallible. Therefore the person must take other precautions to ensure they are not injured.

Harry let out a whistle. He was impressed. A familiar was supposed to be able to protect their master. Dumbles had intervened, though. Harry was going to make him regret that.

Harry pulled out his wand. He practiced the incantation. When he was ready, he took out Hedwig's feather. It's about 2 inches long and an inch wide. It felt wonderfully soft. He placed it right in front of him on the bed. Touching the point of the wand to the feather, Harry whispered the incantation.

Putting his wand down on the bed, he picked up the feather. He was disappointed when nothing appeared to happen, but he continued to stare at it. Gradually, though, the feather began to change. Slowly, it began to turn silver. The feather was no longer soft and white. Now it was hard and sharp.

Happy that his spell went correctly, Harry was about to place his new charm back into his pocket. He stopped when an idea crossed his mind. "Do you guys know how to make a chain?" he asked his voices.

He felt a hum. "I want a silver chain so that I can attach the feather to it," Harry said breathlessly.

'Visualize the chain,Harry,' said his voices, 'We'll do the rest.'

Harry closed his eyes and imagined a very striking silver chain. Oval and twisted oval links braided and then woven together to make a stunning design.

'How is that,' asked Kyi.

Harry opened his eyes to see the chain he had visualized appear on the bed. It was exactly the same and beautiful. He attempts to attach the feather to the chain, but realizes that the feather had loop to string the chain through.

'Visualize,' his voices told him, 'You can do it.'

Harry wrapped his hand around the feather and visualized a loop on it. Opening his eyes and hand to look at the feather, he nearly did a yes dance. He had done it. He strung the chain through and pulled the new necklace on.

He now had a charm that would protect him. Silently thanking Hedwig, Harry set about looking for a spell to make sure nothing and no one besides himself could take the necklace off.

Altais Tyl paced through his small and secluded house. Things were not going well for him. He was going to be forced to do something soon, and he didn't know if he could. Why couldn't certain people just let him be.

Sighing, he walked to his study. There were many books everywhere. On the floor, in the chair, and on the statues. A mess, but it was his mess and no one would tell him it was not proper. Walking over to the desk along the wall, Tyl took a seat in his chair.

There were new letter again from many people looking for his services. "Nope. Won't do it. Not on your life. Him again? Gah blasted woman," he said as he glanced at the names on the letters.

A name caught his eye. Veles Taliesin. He smirked. That name certainly sounded made up but it was clever nonetheless. The names of deities. Intrigued, Tyl opened the letter and read it. He found himself smiling as he read about the images. Whoever this Taliesan was, he certainly had good idea of what could be beautiful.

Curious and willing, Tyl penned a reply and sent it off with an owl. He would like to know more about Veles Taliesin. He moves to pick up Taliesin's letter again and reads it. Soon he becomes lost in his own thoughts. The letter said Taliesin had lost loved ones. Tyl sighed. He too had lost loved one, though not to death. Rather, to something more sinister and wrong.

Breaking free of his thought, Tyl looked up. Turning his head he looked at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall opposite of him. He didn't see a man but rather a boy. A boy with white blonde hair that fell to his chin. Small and pointed features made up his face. Skin that was smooth and pale but not deathly so. Everything made him look so young. Everything except his eyes. Grey blue eyes that sometimes looked like silver stared back at him. Those very eyes betrayed just how much he had seen of the world and how no matter how young he looked, he had grown up.

"Veles Taleisin," Tyl whispered and smiled. Yes, he was very curious about him.

A/N: I would like to dedicate this chapter to wolfish-willow who mentioned in a review that they loved the long chapters. I hope it satisfies. Any reviews would be welcomed and I love reading them. Go ahead and ask questions and I will try to answer without giving alot away. Plus, I love dedicating chapters. oh and if anyone is interested, I will change the cover picture so that you guys can see how the cover of Harry's album looks.