Ascension

"Talking"

"Thoughts"

"Telepathy and Blood view"

Overview and Selene Narration

Chapter II: Finding Family

Arszlan looked at the goblins. "Do you have a way to find out if this means adopted or blood adopted?" He asked indicating to the adopted parent title.

"I can check Lord Potter." Bloodscanner replied and with a quick incantation in gobbledegook later it was confirmed that is was a magical adoption. A magical adoption stated that if there were no more direct claims to the fortune then a magically adopted heir was the recognised and defacto heir.

"Now can Gringotts assist with anything else?" Asked Bloodscanner curiously, looking at the young man in front of him.

"I'm going to need a passport, copies of the birth certificates both of them. Fifty thousand pounds and some things from the Potter vault specifically Vilagitas and you know where I can purchase some handguns and other such things?"

After popping down into the Potter Armoury Vault and grabbing the ancient triangular hand a half sword Vilagitas, Harry left Gringotts. Flipping his hoody up, he left through the Cauldron and out into the bustling traffic of Charring Cross. Gringotts had not only supplied him with a Passport but also a debit card attached to his trust vault.

Apparently according to the muggles, there was an even on called an Expo where muggles dressed up as characters from movies and cartoons. So the muggles let him by no trouble. "If only they knew." Harry thought as he cast out a large mental probe.

"Found one." Harry thought, crossing the road and disappeared down a side ally. Harry melted into the shadows and followed three muggles through the twisting alleyways until he came across what appeared to be a shack. "You have what our friend ordered?" A cultured tone coming from one of the strangers he followed say.

"What does he take me for? Of course I do…Have you got the money?" A thick voice that Harry recognised as Dung Fletcher, the money was brought forth and as were the cases, the deal was done and the two man dissaparated away with a crack.

"Selling guns Dung?" Asked Harry moulding out of the shadows making the thief jump.

"What'cha want kid? Dumbledore has everyone looking for ya." Mumbled the thief hoping to placate the teen.

"Do you have any guns at all?" Asked Harry straight up advancing towards the thief, slowly and projected an aura of pain, if the man didn't tell the truth.

"Yes…I'll get them out. Besides the names not Dung Fletcher, never has been Dung Fletcher. I'm Travis Plunderfoot, but people know my bastard of an uncle." The newly named Travis replied.

Harry's eyes widened "My apologies Mr. Plunderfoot, you can call me Vilagitas…Vilagitas Corvin."

"Accepted Mr. Corvin, now let's see what I can do for you." With that Harry followed the thief into the shack, taking his sword off his back.

Harry's eyes widened at the racks of guns stockpiling the shelves. "Okay what sort of stuff are you going to be using them for? Self-defence? Hunting? What sort of stopping power do you want?"

"I need something that fire lots of rounds, quickly, concealable on my person. Hunting and Self-defence, found that my family is rather buried in an old Lycan/Vampire feud." Explained Harry calmly.

"You're going to need these…" With that he pulled four Glock Eighteens off the shed. "…These are machine pistols. High rate of fire, now a lot of stopping power, they come with a nine round magazine standard but that can be upgraded to either a thirty three round extended sickle magazine or a hundred and fifty beta round magazine." Plunderfoot held up copies of each magazine.

"I would like six sickle magazines per Glock, with enough ammo to kill Lycans and Vampires for three years…Also show me something that has more stopping more power and still concealable."

The man smirked and pulled out two 4XVR Smith and Wesson .44 and .45 Magnums. "These are 4times extreme velocity .44 and .45 Smith and Wesson Magnums, pretty much the same as the ones in the Wild West. They kick worse than the originals and I'm guessing the same amount of rounds?"

Harry nodded "That's going to come to twenty four thousand three hundred and fifty pounds mate. They come with some concealed body holsters as well." Harry nodded, he scanned the man's mind to reveal that the guns wouldn't fail on him due to the repairing and cleaning runes he had engraved.

"What about clothes?"

"Clothes are easy, I'm guessing some black cargo pants, with repairing and growth charms. Black long and short sleeved shirts with the same, jump suit, black combat boots and a trench coat." Harry nodded.

"How did you know?" He asked curiously.

"Do you think me as stupid Mr. Corvin? Or should I say Mr. Potter. My uncle told me the Order of the Phoenix was after you and my contacts in the underworld have informed me that a rather handsome sum of money will be gifted to the one who finds one Arszlan Corvus Corvin and returns him to his parents…"

Plunderfoot found himself pushed against the wall of the shack "You know too much about me. I AM Arszlan Corvus Corvin, stolen from my parents Selene and Michael Corvin. Now where are they?" Arszlan snarled his eyes glowing green, the boy winced as something in eyes made a sucking and the green lenses fell out.

"I can see you inherited more of your mothers traits than your father's young Corvin." Plunderfoot said with a grin.

(As chapter one and this chapter are going on) Meanwhile in Hungary, Selene shuddered. She could see through her husband's eyes and daughters eyes but this new vision startled her. "These eyes, looking at someone with surprise...trust...Could it be?" She thought to herself.

"Mom? What is it?" Selene turned to her thirteen year old daughter. Eve had been born two years after Arszlan and at this current point in time, she was her daddies little girl. The girl had been bitten by a lycan before her thus turning her into a Lycan/Vampire Hybrid.

"Where do we go Lady Selene?" Asked David curiously. David was a very young vampire standing around thirty years old but very talented vampire, he had originally stated to follow Selene if only to learn how to become Death Dealer and help rebuild the Vampire covens.

When the Lycans had attacked David had fought and dispatched several of them with skill that Selene remembered some of her old coven struggled to defeat their enemies with such skill. However he had been taken down by a Lycan-Corvinus Hybrid Quint.

However Quint failed to destroy David's corpse so Selene was able to revive him as a Vampire-Corvinus Hybrid. Now even more than before the young hybrid had decided to become Selene and Eve's bodyguard or try to. "David, We need to head to England. If I'm right, Michael will head there to find our son."

"Son? Lady Selene? I thought Eve was your only child."

Selene and Eve didn't answer, then Selene jumped off the roof with Eve and David following although the former much more tentatively than the latter. The three landed smoothly, Selene and Eves eyes blurred as they began to look through Michael's eyes. "Come on this way." Ordered Selene, the young Hybrids noticed a man wearing tattered jeans and a shirt sticking to the walls hurrying down the street.

Michael staggered as his vision blurred, he could see himself! Not knowing what was going on, he spun around fist cocked back to find himself staring into the beautiful brown eyes of Selene. "Selene! I thought you were dead!" Michael exclaimed before pulling her into a hug.

"It doesn't matter, Michael I want you to meet Eve our daughter. Plus I found something out." Selene said leaning against the window as she saw Michael pull Eve into a hug.

"What?"

"Arszlan…He's alive…In England. Also this is David, another Vampire-Corvinus Hybrid like me. Only he's here to learn how to become a Death Dealer and help rebuild the Vampire covens." Michael nodded shook David's hand.

"How do we get back to England?"

"Simple either stowaway or buy tickets with passports…Since our passports are likely to have expired we will need to stowaway." Said Selene whilst David began to grin, he had just seen a truck laden down with exports heading towards the UK.

"Quickly, have you stashed the supplies away?" A thick Russian accent asked, getting replies of yes, the man climbed into the truck.

"Lord Michael, Lady Selene, Lady Eve…If you wish to get to the UK, we best get into the truck." Selene nodded and with a quick mind probe, a technique she had learnt when taking Alexander Corvinus's blood came to the same conclusion.

She picked up Eve and the three sprinted to the truck and expertly stowed themselves away. There were several man sized cubbyholes built into the truck hidden by the frozen meats.

They heard the keys turn and the engine roar to life and they were on their way back to England. It would take them the better part of a day but a day's travel on top of the fifteen years of cryogenic sleep and searching didn't concern the Corvin's. They had set up feelers or rather Selene had when Arszlan was first kidnapped and had promised a reward for his return. The feelers had managed to track her down in Hungary where she and Michael had begun searching and then they were taken down and separated.

However back in England, in an abandoned subway station Rupert Greyback smirked, he had found the Corvin boy. Unlike his elder more perverted brother who hadn't fully embraced his Lycan heritage, Rupert had. Rupert had embraced the wolf to an extent that the moon held no sway to him. Rupert had been one of the last of the Pack of Quintus to have survived the bite.

Fenrir's pack was large, but unruly but Rupert's consisting of fifteen others including him could transform on a whim. What further distanced the two brothers was the fact Rupert was a squib and Fenrir was a rather accomplished wizard, not that good spell wise but his bestiary skills with wolves was on par with Charlie Weasley's to dragons.

"Brother, what have you done now?" Fenrir targeted children from wizarding families exclusively and Rupert took the runaways, waifs, orphans, urchins, the abused, squibs and disgruntled muggle born witches and wizards. He had warned them that they may not survive the transformation but the ones that did, the world was at their fingertips plus they were either eighteen or older and volunteered.

That was the main cause of strife between the two brothers. Fenrir believed that a force raised from children would prove superior compared to the 'martyrs'. So far unfortunately Fenrir was correct but Rupert believed that the quality and true immortality becoming a Lycan bestowed was a greater reward than the blood crazed hooligans his elder brothers pack was.

"Lord Rupert, Plunderfoot has found the boy and has gone against the deal." Young Malcom Creevey said, falling to one knee. Malcolm Creevey was the half-brother of the two Creevey's at Hogwarts and he was the first of Rupert's volunteers to survive the transformation.

"Malcolm, how many times have I told you…I am not your lord, saviour or anything along those lines." Rupert replied setting the Prophet down on the table.

"Far too many Rupert, but my friend who was that it offered me a way out when my father married another woman when I had been in the military?" Malcolm replied dryly.

Meanwhile Plunderfoot and Harry had made their way down onto Charing cross station where Harry bought a ticket for Manchester.

For some reason his gut told him that he needed to go to Manchester to find clues on his parents. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up the moment he was on the train, he knew he was being watched instinctively but he knew that the attackers would show themselves and soon.

Richard Reynolds smirked, he was a young Lycan and because of that he was on sentry duty. "Sir, the target is on the train heading to Manchester."

"Follow him."

"Yes sir."

What Richard didn't know the moment he stepped onto the train would be his last moments on earth, because there was a reason that Harry survived Voldemort, as Richard was about to find out.

"Richard follow him until he gets to Euston and confront him. I want him ALIVE!" Malcolm ordered over the mike.

"Got that sir."

"Lycans, not sure how I know this but he definitely smells of them, wonder what mum will make of Professor Lupin." Harry thought idly his hand resting on one of the glocks nestled against his spine.

The trip was uneventful, with Richard easily tailing the dark haired child of Corvin. In his opinion to easily, it wasn't until they got to Victoria did things rapidly go wrong. In this case they went wrong in the form of a brown eyes brunette by the name of Katie Bell.

Katie was stood with her parents waiting for the train to go to Manchester to visit her grandparents. Katie looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened. "Harry!? OVER HERE!" She yelled distracting her parents and they to noticed him.

Harry spun around and his eyes widened, he quickly made his way over. "Katie Bell? What are you doing here?"

"Going to Manchester."

"Me too."

"Harry, I want you to meet my parents, Michelle and Jonathan. They're wizards." Katie whispered, Harry nodded.

"Wonderful to meet you." Harry replied absentmindedly checking over his shoulder, and there he was, the man that had been following him ever since he got on the train.

"Who is he Harry?" Asked Jonathan curiously, Jonathan worked as an undercover auror for the Ministry of Magic.

"Not friendly…Katie, I've told you things I haven't been able to tell my closest friends. But something tells me that this guy is allergic to silver but is tougher than normal."

Katie's eyes widened at the subliminal message, that was one thing she and Harry were good at when having a private chat in public. "Mum, dad the guy following Harry is allergic to silver but tougher than normal."

"A werewolf? A silver resistant werewolf? Impossible." Replied Jonathan fiercely, defence was his best subject after transfiguration.

"Not a werewolf that we know of Mr. Bell…but a Lycan."

Harry didn't get the chance to explain the difference as Richard lost patience and rushed towards Harry, face morphing.