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Dumbledore sat in his office hearing the latest from the order, and the latest on the different projects and searches they were doing.

Bill was still working on making Dragons more useful on the battlefield. Making them more controllable really, and Severus was starting to make progress on getting a potion for that as well. Moody went over the latest on captured death eaters and people that had broken the law, though nothing much of interest was going on in that area. Reports on the aurors were given and the latest movements of some prior Voldemort supporters.

Finally Dumbledore called a halt and asked the question he asked every meeting, and got the same reply to every meeting.

"Any progress on locating Potter?"

Head shook from around the table, and Albus' mood sank. A couple days past sixteen years ago, the boy had vanished into thin air. No locating charms worked, no potions, nothing. They had mapped out all the possibilities, and the most current one was that he had died. Actually it was current for years now. Everyone thought it but no one, especially no one around this table in his office, wanted to believe it. Or to say it out loud with conviction.

He remembered the day that he sent the letters out and remembered going through the stack of those returned to them as not find able students. Usually there were a few as accidents do happen and children die early on in life. The lists are made when children are born, not changed when they die, and it is never a pleasant thought to think that they died at such a young age. So much potential, Albus thought.

And that year had come a shock that sitting in the pile had been the letter to be delivered to Mr. Harry Potter. Albus had sent Hagrid right away, who informed him that indeed Harry Potter was not at that residence. Not believing that it could truly be possible and neither did most of the order, for they thought Hagrid sometimes was a little thickheaded, they then sent Snape.

Snape remembered the moment well, when he knocked on the door only to be told that there was no Harry Potter at the residence, and Mrs. Dursley had no idea who the boy was. Her mind had been quite easy to access but when Snape got to the date in question all he found were blank white spaces. Someone had completely obliviated the woman of all memories from twenty-four hours before Albus put Harry Potter on their' doorstep to twenty four hours after. The child had simply vanished. More importantly it took a gifted and powerful person to fully erase all memory with that amount of precision.

Since that day years ago Albus had searched relentlessly for the child. Snape himself had helped, and with every lead came a dead end. They searched every school they could, and every line connected with Lily and James. He remembered going to orphangaes and morgues looking at dead bodies of un claimed victims of street crimes. Every avenue anyone could come up with as a possibility was searched and researched. Nothing came of it. Severus was afraid to say it but the child was probably dead. Taken outside the wards by his aunt and uncle and given to someone else's care or tricked into giving him to someone else. Which then would have released the wards, and Potter would have been as vulnerable as…..well a baby, Severus thought. Lily's baby.

"Well, any new ideas to put forth on the table?" Dumbledore asked, since nothing turned up from the previous leads.

Receiving nothing new Dumbledore then went on to Voldemort's news, which Snape headed up.

"Not much new on this front Sir. The Malfoys have become extremely useful spies in the last year though. He has made contact with a few different sources that say they are trying to find another way to regain the body. Most of that revolves around now trying to find Mr. Potter, and they are starting at the beginning, so no threat on that front. They tend to think since we made such outlandish front to the media to find him, that we actually do have him hidden somewhere. Which of course will come to nothing. No new knowledge on where wormtail might be either headmaster."

Albus chuckled at Severus' report. If he couldn't find Harry neither would they. Maybe both sides would take the prophesy at the negative, while one couldn't be found neither could the other. He chuckled at his own amusing thought, and closed the meeting, and asked all the order as he had in each meeting previously to try to think of a new idea to find Harry Potter.

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Molly and Arthur Weasley stopped by the Gryffindor common room to see their son and daughter before they left the castle that night. Molly was always surprised that nothing changed in the common room over time. She could still remember herself sitting on the exact same couch that her son Ron was sitting on now with his sister, and friend Hermione.

"Any new information Mrs. Weasley?" the curly haired young woman asked eagerly. Molly chuckled thinking to herself that Hermione was one day going to cause some man a lot of trouble with her need to know everything that was going on around her.

"Nothing new really, and nothing you should be concerning yourself with."

"She concerns herself with Blaise these days Mum, so not to worry." Ron said with a sneer, and Molly looked over at the young lady who was blushing furiously.

"That is not any of your business Ronald!" Hermione snapped back.

Gracious, Molly thought, boys were the living end. She interrupted what was sure to become an all out brawl by sitting and calmly gaining the children's attention.

"And where would Mr. Zabini be this evening?"

Hermione looked somewhat startled since her mind had been working up a retort to Ronald's comment about being a house traitor.

"He was welcoming Malfoy back I believe. He has come back from another one of his searches, but is supposed to be leaving again shortly I believe. So, Blaise is spending time with him"

Now there was an interesting topic, thought Molly. The part veela had been searching for his mate for a year now and as much as she still did not care for the family, she did feel sorry for the young man. Her eyes narrowed thought when she saw her son give a rolling of the eyes, but before she could give her motherly retort, Ginny chimed right in.

"Oh stuff it Ron. You are just positively green with envy that while Malfoy seems assured that someone out there is made to love and be with him forever, you on the other hand," she paused for affect and then looked her brother up and down from his shaggy too long hair cut to his untied stained shoes, "are definitely going to need to woo some poor witch who with only find out later the fullness of the trouble you are." With that Molly watched her daughter get up, offer a general goodnight and walk out. While Ron sputtered at the ingenious set down Molly noticed that Hermione was trying to hold in her laughter and instead followed Ginny's method and went to bed.

Children she thought as she gave Ron and kiss good night on his forehead and left the common room, thank goodness she was almost done with her portion of child rearing. Then again, with boys, you weren't done till they married. Then they became someonelses problem.

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Harry rushed into the headmaster's office barely making his morning session on time. Blasted alarm spell hadn't woken him up. Headmaster Trighton was sipping on coffee though, and thankfully did not seem too upset.

"Well Mr. Kyler shall we begin now?" At Harry's nod the Headmaster brought out several plants and walked with Harry into the next chamber of the office. A room cleared of all object and with walls meant to absorb the worst and darkest spells known to wizard and witches.

"Now, I believe we left off with the assignment for you to practice hitting your targeting when casting?" With the various plants separated and put at various distances away from Harry, he went and stood at his mark.

"Well let us not waste time beating around the bush as they say, give plants one three and five the killing curse will you?"

Harry concentrated on the first, which was set on an odd angle close to plant number two. With a quick, "Avada Kedavra!" the plant fell from green to black. The next plant, number three was sitting directly in front of four by about a foot. Harry focused and with a whisper the plant was down. Within thirty seconds number five was down as well, which was in front and partly overlapped by number six.

Harry looked over at the head master who looked very pleased.

"You've been practicing Kyler, very good. Aim is a very underrated skill to have. Precious seconds are lost when targets are missed and one must re aim during battle. I'm glad you are taking you training seriously. Come let me get you the coffee I know your waiting for."

Was scary how well Trighton knew him. Good expresso was the way to his heart, Harry thought with a smile.

The headmaster left the room with a sweep of his hand that cleaned up all the plants, putting them neatly into their' storage containers, while Harry followed him closely. Once entering the headmaster's office he sat in the chair right in front of the desk which was his usual spot for the talks he had with Trighton.

Harry always liked Trighton, as did his parents. The man was not foolish, nor publicity or power driven, he was driven to make his students succeed in whatever path they chose. Harry knew that he was Order of Merlin, first class with a ton of other titles that he never remembered, Trighton just preferred to keep himself out of politics. He instilled a firm belief that politics can corrupt the most well-meaning people, and that his students should if at all possible, stay out of them. Harry couldn't have agreed more. The truly influential people of the world tended to be those that controlled the figureheads and the money. Either one on its own though usually gave a person a lot influence.

"So how have you been faring my boy?" Trighton asked at last when they both had their cups.

"Well Headmaster. Nothing too exciting to report really. The occumency is still working. My scar hasn't tingled at all, which means it has been over two years that my defense shields have been strong enough, and I am still practicing and strengthening them. Oh and I made a new glamour charm that seems to be a lot stronger, and holding up far longer before needing to be recast. Haven't needed to disappear my scar in over a month. And as you may already know, I will be receiving my Master's in DADA before I graduate."

Trighton sat back and watched the boy smile over his own achievements, and Trighton was proud of him. He liked Kyler about as much as he liked Kyer's father, Lucas, which was definitely saying something. Lucas had been like a son to him, and after he and Anna had passed away Trighton had brought Kyler here for the year preceding that which he started school. There relationship stood somewhere between strict grandfather and headmaster to student. Trighton made sure never to really coddle Harry, but still to show his love for the boy. Under his and the other professors guidance Harry had flourished.

Kyler not only excelled academically but from what Trighton knew, he was also very well liked amongst the school population. The boy had a sense of humor when he let it show, was outgoing with self confidence, but most of all the boy was loyal down to the bone to his friends. Which Trighton thought important considering the scar that brought him on his path here. He was pleased, and knew he had trained Harry as well as he possibly could. The boy had power, a ton of it! He had learned how to harness and bend it to his will as well, which was important to say the least. Yes, he was proud.

"Everything going well outside of the academic parameters?" Trighton asked with a smiled, to which he received a smirk from Kyler.

"Ha, let's not waste any time on that shall we." And with that Kyler went silent on Trighton which had been the case for the last few months on the subject, though he was gaining more of a sense of humor about the whole thing. It was a good thing really, he thought, it meant Kyler was healing. Good indeed.

The bell sounded a few minutes later and Kyler picked up his bag and headed off too potions. Trighton sat down behind his desk and started to sift through the various mail that awaited him from the last few days. One of these days he expected to get a letter from Dumbledore asking to search the school for Harry Potter, but Dumbledore's arrogance never failed to amaze him. Either he completely forgot about this Academy all together or that he figured Trighton would have let him know if the missing Harry Potter was there. He always had that superior attitude Trighton thought, that everyone was going to do exactly as he bid, and that everything he said was true simply would be.

He was going to abandon a young boy to people who hated magic just so he could let Kyler grow up safe and not be a bother to him, the all important Albus. Crazy, Trighton thought. How on earth did he think the boy would ever be ready to conquer Voldemort with so little training? Plus he didn't put it past Dumbledore to hang Kyler out as bait when he felt like it. Kyler it seemed would be able to say secreted away forever.

Trighton was still going through letters when he came across a personal one in hand written pen, with the Malfoy Crest. Old English family from what he remembered. Old meaning wealth, and a lot of wealth from what he remembered. With curiosity he opened up the letter.

Dear Headmaster Trighton,

I, Lucius Malfoy, am writing to request the honor of a tour of your Academy for my family and I. I understand that this is a privilege that few, if any, are allowed and ask that you consider making an exception to this rule.

Of course I can only ask this of you by laying forth our reason for such a visit, and pray you keep it in confidence. My son, Draco, turned sixteen last year coming into a veela inheritance. Finding his mate has proved rather elusive, and is an increasing drain on our son. We have searched all the schools and academies that we could, and did not ask previously for visitation because of the knowledge of your secrecy rules. I am asking now, and hope you will consider. My family and I would be happy to come at any time possible, and would of course promise to cause as little disturbance as possible amongst your students.

Thank you for the honor of reading my letter,

Lord Lucius Malfoy

Trighton started chuckling outright at the ending. He knew of Lucius Malfoy, made it his job to know of everyone that had placed themselves to the extreme sides of the war. Mainly he tracked death eaters or the order of the phoenix members. The Malfoy's had switched over a year ago, and that was just in a spy capacity. They had long ago changed their allegiance. Most of it was actually based on their veela blood too. Lucius Malfoy usually aligned himself on the winning side, and based on the interest of his family. The chances his only heir would mate with a non-dark side supporter with huge, so Trighton thought, the man had probably changed his thinking.

Trighton sat back in his chair and thought. The Academy never allowed visitors, whether potential students, family members, friends, or tours. Had not done this since the school had opened and it was for good reason. The secrecy of the school made sure that it stayed a neutral ground, that no war would come here, and that the students lives remained calm. His students were the building blocks and it was best for them to remain protected inside the academy at all costs, even with a war going on outside.

Well maybe it was not an "always" rule, thinking back to the school governors who sometimes visited, but even that was to his office only. There was only one apparition point possible and it was to his office and only done with his control. Anyone who tried without his permission was killed before they even reached the school by an alarm system hooked to an automated killing curse. It was extreme he knew, but needed.

A veela though. He would have to consider that part as well. If the boy's mate was here, then would he make the boy suffer? He hoped he would never be that cruel of a man to subject a veela to a life without his mate. From what he knew, the Malfoys were a powerful family magically, which provided some evidence that his mate would be powerful, and more possibility that the mate could be here.

He would think on this for a time and see if it was possible. First he needed more information.