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Harry's life within Medri-Mekai had become, well he thought so anyways, boring. Others in his shoes would revel in the things he was doing, and yet to him, it was unchallenging, highly boring and things he had covered long ago.

'If this is the best magical school in the world, thank god I didn't go to Hogwarts. Just thinking about how little they could have taught me bores me. At least here I can accomplish what I have set out to do, here I can become better. But for now I shall roll along allowing myself time to meet others who could help me, for I will be the best. For now though I'm hungry'

Things like this had become the normal thought within Harry's mind; he truly didn't understand why Brom wished him here. He had as of yet not told Brom of his plans, well except to be the best, but Brom still wanted him to come here.

What did this school hold for him that Brom's shop could not. Yes there was more room here, more people and contacts to meet, exploration, dangerous lands and so much more. However all of this Brom could have accomplished by travelling around the world with him, pitting him against these situations in first-hand experience, he did get the same here but it was controlled and un-fun, it didn't have the same rush that real situations held for him.

He was now undisputedly the best student for his age group (10-14) within the school. He was now in only advanced classes learning whatever he wished unless it needed supervision. His muggle studies were slowly catching up to his magical prowess, after all he had little to do but read and learn more.

The library within Medri-Mekai where Harry had started reading most of the books helping him, boasted to be the biggest and most complete in the magical world and very close in the muggle. It however did not have as many books as they would have liked on the different magic's other races held. Obviously they had many a rare and ancient dusty tome, giving examples of ages long past, that told stories on what the other magical creatures could accomplish.

Since then however, very little was known as the magical realm had distanced itself, in 1598 from the wizarding world, after the disappearance of Myrddin 'Merlin' Ambrosius Emrys, supposed father of magic and the man that united the magical realms against their greatest foe of all time, Morgana Le Fey .

Merlin being the greatest magician to ever lived, was friend to all magical races, he enacted the white council, a group of magical beings that represented each race and allowed all to have a say in the rulings of the magical realm. He however was never a part of the council but stayed in an advisory role when a decision could not be made. He held the hearts of all, being a wise man to some, the epitome of powerful magician to others, helping all he could and taking not but that to sustain himself and his small family.

Many in the wizarding world today believed him to be the most powerful magic user of all time, he however was nothing of the sort. He knew when and where to use his magic and what magic could be used in different applications. What made him truly great to all however was that he understood magic to such an in depth degree no other could understand his ramblings or writings.

Most believed him to live in large castles, living comfortably till an old age whereupon he died in his sleep. Others believed him to be a travelling getting food from kings and queens who allowed him to dine at their tables for a helpful sliver of advice. And yet Harry's favourite, was that some believed him to live on the island of apples, in common tongue we now call it Avalon. Little do those some know, Avalon is no great Island hidden in the mists, lost to time and memory long ago. It was but a small land mass in the middle of a small lake. Upon which held waters that if looked in at the right time of day would show the past, present and future to those who believed in the waters powers.

He laughed himself hoarse when he read this article in an ancient Dwarven tome, as he knew his parents was of this belief and not only that, they lived close to the site that the great and mysterious Avalon resides. What was the true home life of Merlin was a mixture of all accounts; he did live on an island in the middle of a lake, he did live comfortably but his home had what he needed and no more, he did travel to many places and dined with many kings and Merlin was the wisest magic user ever. The truth however was known only to those who read the tomes within Medri-Mekai.

The mystery of Merlin was not what he did during his life, if was what happened when he disappeared. There were no references to his death, even though that was what many believed. There also was no reference to his true burial site, it was said that because he had been determined as deceased, the kings of old had ordered an altar in commemoration to be built. Hidden away underground, treasures they had given as respect to him where placed and still today the treasures lay there in waiting.

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As Harry started his new life, gaining the things he required to become the best, the Potters life had taken a turn for the worst. Daisy had taken ill on the stroke of midnight the day of her birthday. She had gone into a magically induced coma. Well it was believed magical because anyone who tried to enter the room was blasted back with such force; they either didn't get up till many hours later, or they were walking funny many days afterwards.

All that was discernible using the long range spells, were; that she had a scolding temperature, she was sweating unnatural so for a girl her age and her body seemed to be in a constant flux continuously changing. One minute she was her normal height of 4.5ft, the next she was closer to 5ft. other changes were also occurring that no normal 11 year old should go through, her breast had grown to a size any teenage girl would be proud of, saying that any teenage girl 5 or 6 years her senior.

As well as this her hair was changing colours at a rapid pace, it started as her normal strawberry blonde colouring and soon changed to orange, then yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, white, grey, black, yellow and continuing in a random order choosing more often than not a pale blonde colour.

This put the elder Potters into a state of distress, not only had they not been able to contact their son and apologise, their youngest was now ill and the wizarding world were in uproar asking for her condition and if she would be ok. They however became well acquainted with using two words whilst out in public; "no comment"

Medi Wizards and witches as well as potion masters throughout the world were sending what they described as a cure for whatever illness, had taken the girl who lived. These were quickly incinerated by a quick "Incendio" by either of the elder Potters or by one of their close friends.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had taken much of the brunt from the Potters downed spirits. After all Lily had sort of become their surrogate chef, James their rich lodger and the Potter house elves their cleaners. They had taken to spending most of their time at Potter manor, Remus having nowhere else to go and Sirius looking for an excuse to stay with his friends decided to not tell them about his 'dearest' mothers demise.

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Fleur Delacour was walking down one of the many luxurious hallways within Delacour Manor, situated to the east of Cannes. She had been a cheerful child, playful and bubbly; she could put a smile on anyone's face whether they were an old political friend of her fathers or the young man who looked after the farm a couple miles down the road.

She collapsed in a heap, beautiful as was common for women of her race, for she was a veela a budding one at that but none the less a veela. She had not undergone her transformation and therefore her powers were locked to her, allowing her certain freedoms that full blooded young veela where never given the chance to experience.

Led there for many hours, she was eventually found by Mervy head elf butler to the Delacour family, when he came to call her for luncheon. He quickly elaperated (elf's version of apparition) her to the Manors small hospital bay, then quickly popped himself to the Master and Mistress to tell them of their daughters condition.

A veela matriarch (a veela who held a position on the veela council – those who governed the veela race) was soon called, she would help Fleur undergo her transformation from little human witch to veela, for there could be no half or quarter veela.

Hours had passed and yet Madame Appoline Delacour and Monsieur Jean-Claude Delacour with their youngest daughter Gabrielle waited with bated breath, wondering how long the change would take. As the 6 hour mark passed and still no word about the procedure, Gabrielle being the inquisitive mind decided to go and look for her older sister and make sure she was ok.

She found her led in bed talking with the veela matriarch

"But Madame how can thiz be pozzible, no uzzer veela haz undergone zuch transformation in such a zhort a time as me"

"Fleur my dear this occurrence can happen whenever magic feels you are ready for this gift, for now you will not see this as such but once you get older you will see the truth of being a veela and you will praise magic for this. For now sleep and I shall talk with your parents, you will need to go to a special veela conclave, there you will undergo training of your busting powers so that you can control them.

"But I doesn't be waning to leave my family Madame, why can my grandmuzzer not teach me?"

"I have told you already 6 times Fleur, the council will not allow it, familiar connections in this training are not allowed. It is a discipline; controlling our powers, a discipline no family member could abhor to, knowing the pains it could give. It is these pains that help us later on in life. NOW that is final I will speak of this no more, it is time for you to rest you have done amazingly well so far, I am surprised you are not asleep already. Now I shall talk to your mother and father, sleep and sleep well goodbye"

She walked out closing the door softly behind her, she smile down at Gabrielle offering her hand so that the little one could help her traverse the manor and find the elder Delacours for a most important discussion. One that could change the live' of many….

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