Remus was a bit worried when he heard Mr. Roi was interested in Harry. He even looked at the boy's shadow records (strangely enough, the magical community has these too!) from the Department of Mysteries. When he couldn't find anything there, he went deeper and looked at Lily Potter ne Evans. It was there he struck gold.

Lily wasn't a mudblood at all. She was a weirn who had her astral sealed when she was a child. Of course her power turned to an alternative source for magic, namely wizard magic.

Which would make Harry a pure blood in some ways, but a half-blood in others. When Roi explained the findings to Remus, the werewolf had to sit down from shock.

"Well that explains a few things. I always wondered how she managed to make James' chair fall out from under him while being half way across the room and not get caught."

"Does Harry know? A child of both our worlds is extremely rare."

"No. I can promise you he has no idea. Both Lily and James died when he was a year old, so he barely knows anything about them."

"It is possible he has an astral."

"I wouldn't know. You can ask him."

Harry woke up to find Mr. Roi in the house. So he made some coffee for them (cocoa for Harry, who wasn't that big a fan of the drink) and listened to the teacher's findings.

"My mom was a weirn?"

"Have you ever experienced odd sensations? Like something trying to break free?"

Harry thought back to his younger years, and realized he had felt them quite often. Particularly when Dudley was up to his game of Harry hunting, or he needed to reach a book. At least five times when he had been found on the roof, he remembered feeling an odd sensation of wings. And during his first Quidditch game, he distinctly recalled something holding him firmly to the broom until Hermione distracted Quirrel.

Roi grinned wildly.

"I can help you bring it out, but only if you are willing."

Harry had taken an interest in the Night world, especially once he began chatting with Rochelle on a daily basis. He thought of how his life might have been if he had a constant companion like her astral.

So he nodded, and followed Mr. Roi without hesitation.

Harry sat in a curious circle, and listened to the song that the older man wove. Mr. Roi explained what he was doing, and what the song he heard was. It was actually quite soothing in a way. The song wasn't as painful as the ones he heard at Hogwarts each day, nor was it loud as the one he first heard in that hallway the day before.

It was soft as the breeze and warm as summer rain. He fell into the rhythm and began to breath with the notes. He never noticed until he felt something was set free that he had been singing along with it.

Something snapped, and it felt like several things collapsed at the same time. He noticed Mr. Roi was frowning about something.

"What's wrong?"

"Were you aware there were fifteen heavy class suppressant spells on you? And at least four mail diverting curses?"

It took about three whole seconds for that bit to sink in.

"There were WHAT on me?"

"You didn't know? But who would be idiotic enough to put such spells on a child your age? Especially one who is a cross breed?"

"What was that spell you used just now?"

"Hm? Oh that. Why don't you try bringing it back up and see?"

"How can I do that?"

Mr. Roi grinned fiercely.

"Surely you remember the music? I distinctly recall you singing along with the runes."

Harry flushed, and tried to recall the song he just heard. It was so soothing...and without realizing it, he began to hum. Once he realized that the spell had been activated again, he quit from surprise.

"What...?"

"You appear to be a rare breed of weirn. Or at the very least have descended from one. That ability is called Spell Rhythm. You hear spells as music and can send them back at the one who cast it by humming the notes in reverse."

Something about that clicked and he had to ask "Does that include wizard spells? Including the killing curse?"

Mr. Roi noted the surprise on the boy's face. And a flicker of recognition.

"I believe so, though no one has ever tested it."

Harry groaned in dismay.

"Maybe that's how I survived the curse. I must have inadvertently hummed the note backwards and sent it back at him..."

"Who?"

"The one who killed my parents. He went by the name Voldemort. When I was about a year and a half, he came after me and killed my parents. Everyone believes it was my mother's sacrifice that saved me."

"It might have been. She may have heard the spell rhythm in the curse and used the notes against him. The effort of using that power after years of having her astral sealed would have killed her."

"I don't think that was it. After dealing with those dementors last year I heard her last moments. I don't remember any odd tunes..."

"I think that sort of thing would have been sealed from you. Besides, according to records, weirns can't hear a tune played backwards unless they are the ones doing it."

Out of the blue a piece of paper came in a blaze of fire. Mr. Roi read the note and looked at Harry with interest.

"Are you expecting anyone to come after you?"

"No, they knew I was coming here for a week to visit Uncle Moony. Why?"

"Remus just paged me about someone looking for you. A Professor Snape...?"

"Why is he here? I told the twins I was coming to New York and would join them later."

"Either way Remus is asking me to keep an eye on you while he tries to figure out what is going on."

"So what does that mean?"

Mr. Roi smirked.

"Astral training. You need to learn how to bring it out anyway."

Somehow Harry had a bad feeling about this. Still, he did learn how to bring out his astral four hours before the school began again. It was a rather...unique one to be sure.

It was neither an owl or a phoenix. Or even a stag or canine. It looked nothing like anything he had ever seen.

It appeared to have a strange hood-like cover, and the mask resembled a dragon. The hood seemed to partially obscure the mask, and the cloak that it attached to flowed out like a dress. Coming out of it's back were a pair of bat-like wings, or possibly dragon-like. It was rather interesting to look at.

"What exactly do Astrals actually do?"

Mr. Roi handed him a book with basics on the Night children and their descriptions. He looked at the index and went straight to Weirns.

Astral-demon guardian spirits (usually of limited intelligence, but nonetheless quite perceptive and clever in certain ways). Astrals are irrevocably bound to their Weirn hosts and have been known to take on hidden traits of their host's personalities, sometimes even acting on the host's suppressed desires. Adult Astrals have different forms to their younger incarnations.

Weirn- A special breed of witch with a guardian spirit attached to them (Astrals). Each Weirn has a spellbook which only they can open.

"Huh. So Astrals are demons, but the good kind?" asked Harry.

"Basically. Astrals are there to protect and serve as part of you. They are part of your power."

"I guess that makes sense. So why hasn't he made an appearance until now?"

"It seems like your mother, your astral was sealed inside you. You magic seems to have stabilized now, but before I freed it, you were spiking. It must have been fighting the restraints on your magic this whole time."

"I always felt off. Especially at Hogwarts. The songs there were horrendous."

Mr. Roi handed Harry another book to read, since he noticed the boy looking at his library with obvious interest.

"You may read anything you like, but try not to mess up the shelving."

Harry had a grin on his face as he said "Yes sir!"

When Mr. Roi went to find Harry, he found a rather surprising sight. Instead of using a ladder to reach the top shelf, Harry looked to his astral and closed his eyes. The astral covered his arms and spread the wings that came out of it's back. Harry took flight, shakily at first but steadier as he rose higher. When he reached the shelf he wanted, he descended lightly and landed on his feet.

"Impressive for a beginner. If I hadn't had to unlock your astral I would have believed you've been doing this for years."

"I have."

Startled by the change in his voice, he said nothing.

"My cousin had a game he liked to call Harry-hunting, and he often chased me onto the school roof. The times I didn't apparate there, I flew. Though it was suppressed, it was never sealed until I went to Hogwarts. I suspect Dumbledore had a hand in that."

Harry blinked, and looked at him in surprise.

"Did I just say something?"

"You've given me a good idea where to look for the person who sealed your power away."

Mr. Roi tried not to growl. Dumbledore.The very name was a curse word in the Night Community. The man had tried to destroy the Children of the Night for years, and had failed only through the combined efforts of all thirteen Night Lords.

Now he was trying to kill an innocent half-blood. The first child of both worlds in three thousand years...

If Dumbledore continued to test the boy, it was clear what would happen. Harry would destroy the Realm to free himself of the pain. The Hunters would be the least of his problems.

So when he took the child to the Night school for classes, he wasn't surprised to find Dumbledore there waiting. Madame Chen did not look happy about him.

"I have told you before! You are not allowed on school grounds, even with a pass! Get out of my school!" she hissed violently.

The old man spotted Harry behind him. When he moved to grab his shoulder, Mr. Roi blocked him.

"I think not. I should have recognized your spell patterns when I freed his true power. Harry has the right to choose for himself," said Mr. Roi firmly.

"Whatever do you mean? Remus has informed me that he had Harry do his guest speaking, now it is time for him to return to England," said Dumbledore in his best grandfather voice.

Harry growled.

"I told the twins that I was staying for a week, not three days! And why are you here anyway? I'm perfectly safe in New York!"

"And he is a half-blood. Which means he has the choice of where he attends school. He doesn't have to attend your castle if he doesn't want to," said Roi pleasantly.

Dumbledore had a disturbing glint in his eyes, which Harry noted before it vanished.

"I rather like it here actually. The classes are more interesting and I don't have to worry about evil old goats who insist on throwing me into situations that can actually kill me," said Harry clearly.

"Well that settles it. Dumbledore, begone before I call the Hunters to remove you."

Seeing his options blocked the old man left. But the look he cast Harry sent shivers down his spine. This wasn't over.

After witnessing the display of control in his personal library, Mr. Roi had Harry transferred to his class so he didn't have to sit through wizarding politics.

It turned out to be a good decision, particularly when the howl of rage was let loose. Seeing the grin on the face of his newest student, he looked at Harry and asked "What did you do?"

Harry tried not to grin wider as he replied "Can of fake snakes in Mrs. Murrey's desk. They should go off on Uncle Moony in about...now."

A yelp was heard next door. Then the laughter started.

Mr. Roi had a fierce grin on his face, and his usual students shivered. His grin did nothing to inspire confidence in the least. Harry on the other hand had no idea what he would be in for.

Though he learned very quickly.

By the end of the lesson, Harry had learned exactly where the fire exit was. He would never tell Remus exactly what Mr. Roi subjected him to his first two days in his class. He had nightmares of the class for a week!

(He later learned from Ronee that was his usual greeting for newbies.)

On the other hand, since he was putting in an application for transfer to the school until he graduated (much to his surprise, a degree from the Nightschool had the same equivalent as if he had spent all seven years at Hogwarts) he found an interesting problem. While Remus could qualify as his Magical guardian as far the school was concerned (Harry was currently living with him and planned on spending full moon nights with Rochelle and Ronee) he still needed someone to handle as his legal guardian.

Unfortunately the Ministry wouldn't accept Remus as his legal guardian as well.

They were at a standstill over what to do. On one hand, they only needed someone to act as the guardian for Remus. Sirius was out, because he was still considered on the run. And using the Weasly family would give Dumbledore a chance to drag him back to England.

However, there was hope, as the Ministry considered Weirns as normal witches and wizards. So long as they were far away from their schools anyway.

While they were trying to figure out what to do about the problem (Harry couldn't transfer properly unless they had that part taken care of) Remus spotted someone who might possibly help them.

Mr. Roi. The man who, while he scared Harry some days with his demonstrations, was well respected by the two. And when Remus remembered how Mr. Roi spoke of Harry in the teacher's lounge (he was actually quite fond of the boy who pranked teachers and never got caught) he realized he was a possible solution. That combined with the fact that he had spoken against Dumbledore when he tried to take Harry back to England convinced Remus to talk to him.

While he was getting his coffee, he noted that Remus had something on his mind. And was mildly surprised when he found out what. And the idea Remus had really threw him for a loop. He honestly had no idea the werewolf and young weirn trusted him that much.

Still, he liked the boy enough to agree to it. And it gave him an excuse to test the boy's Spell Rhythm abilities. Remus had no issue with him experimenting with it, provided Harry wasn't in any danger and agreed to it.

Something that was easy enough to obtain from the child, as all he really had to do was allow him to raid his personal library. Harry was a closet bookworm. He only needed a key and he could read practically any language he came across.

So Harry became the unofficial ward of Mr. Roi, at least on paper. The Ministry didn't really care, because the man was labeled as 'pure blood' in their records. Which meant Dumbledore didn't have a legal leg to stand on.

Harry actually liked Mr. Roi's house. Sure it was odd (even by wizard standards) but it was interesting. And his library was bigger than the one Hogwarts (including the secret Ravenclaw one) library by a long shot.

So most weekends he spent his days reading from that very library and chatting with the spirit who kept it well organized. In exchange for helping him find the books he wanted, Harry brought in new ones for her. Specifically those only wizards who could use their wands (weirns apparently didn't count to the American or British wizards) could access.

After all, it was Harry who procured enough Monster Book of Monsters for Moony to use for his class. (He heard rumors some of the students actually trained theirs as pets.)

Between Mr. Roi's special weekend training ((which consisted of Harry testing out the spells he found in his library and learning from the man personally)) and his classes at the school, Harry found he was actually enjoying his new situation.

Often he would find an odd spell or two and Mr. Roi would help him figure it out. A few times he founds spells that the man labeled off limits and told him what they did. (Harry had a private list of what they were in case he ever encountered them first hand.)

Like true Weirns, Harry had a personal spell book which only he could open. Before now however, it had been blank. But thanks to his weekly forays into a practically limitless library (and someone who actually knew what they were doing) it was filling up quite fast. He was actually on par with a regular Weirn within three weeks.

Ron was angry. Harry had abandoned them in favor of the weirdos across the sea. The only people his former best friend even kept in contact with were the twins.

Hermione on the other hand could care less that Harry had transferred out of the school. He had given her a way to talk to him without using owls, and in exchange for keeping him up to date about Hogwarts while he was gone, he exchanged info about the spells he learned. Once he sent her a copy of his grades at the Nightschool, she was thrilled and wanted to know when she could visit.

Of course Harry didn't know if Hermione would like it there. After all, she was classed as a human with magical powers. He knew it would rile her up if he mentioned it. But, because she was considered human, she had an advantage the other students didn't have.

She was partially protected from the Hunters.

Hunters were the boogeymen of the Night society, even if the treaty kept them from automatically killing them on sight. They weren't allowed to harm humans. If they harmed one, they would get into trouble, but if they killed one...their very blood would become a poison to them and burn like acid in their veins.

Something he found fascinating.

This is a story I have been sitting on for a while, but never bothered to actually post. Due to the pestering of my Beta, I have decided to post it.