To Albus Dumbledore.
In our earlier letter to you, we have clearly stated that when Mundungus Fletcher would be on American soil, he would be arrested and put on trial for unpermitted access to the United States. We are here to inform you that there will be in inquiry, as to why Mundungus Fletcher was located at one of our most prestigious schools.
Under Veritaserum, mister Fletcher told the jury and court that he was under orders of your person, to locate and retrieve Harry Potter from any school where he was. He also admitted that he has killed Professor Jean Paul Duvolt, a highly talented professor of enchantment, at said school. We therefor have sentenced mister Fletcher to the death penalty. The penalty was successfully committed, and his remains will be transferred to you via Special port-key.
This is the second attack within a year, mister Dumbeldore. Do not test if you are lucky the third time. Harry Potter is a very gifted student, and your school and yourself are ill equiped to handle his very powerful magic. Because of the many positions you keep with in the international community of wizards and witches, we have decided to halt any and all magical witch or wizard from Britain, entering our lands.
Do not test our patience. We will, if need be, submit a vote of no confidence to the international magical community, to remove you from your position of Supreme Mugwump.
Stick to what you know Albus, before you loose more that one minion.
Dillian Westmore,
Magical diplomat, United States.
That was the letter that made Dumbledore explode with rage. His office at Hogwarts, the school for magical learning for Britain, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales resembled after his rage nothing more than a battlefield. Books, objects and other items were thrown through his office.
That was several days ago, and in a final act of desperation, had turned to Fawkes, his 'trusted' companion, with the order to bring Harry Potter to his office on the double. Shaking his head, Fawkes refused to do his 'masters' bidding, and flew away through the window.
He didn't see Fawkes since, and although Albus called his phoenix many times, the phoenix stayed away. Sighing, Dumbledore returned to his work. The majority of his work as headmaster of Hogwarts was done by his deputy, Minerva McGonagall. She was a hard-working, no non-sense lady, with an amazing reputation of being 'THE' best transfiguration mistress ever. She would do well, when he would give her the reins of Hogwarts, as he went around the world, searching for young Harry Potter. Before he even made the disicion to do so, he was interrupted by a floo call and Madam Bones and a squad of aurors came through.
"Albus, we have some questions about your actions, concerning your missing ward, Harry Potter" Said Amelia, as she looked him in the eyes. Dumbledore sighed, today was going to be a very long day.
Harry Potter was enjoying the field trip that some of the professors had made for him and the other students. He always wanted to rind of horseback, but never got the chance. Today, they went to a magical preserve via Port-key and after dressing up like a real cowboy, Harry and the students took a horse each and started to ride them. Harry enjoyed the ride so much, that he slowly began to sing.
The group listened to his voice and the power and emotion that came from him were overwhelming.
The horses that Harry and the others were riding, were also affected by the music.
"Well done, everyone." said their escorts as Harry's song ended.
Professors Martina Estill and Lois Logan had come with the kids to the field trip. "Do you know why Harry was able to soothe everyone, including the horses?" Asked Lois. All the students shook their heads, and Lois smiled. "It's because Harry has been using passive magic to increase his voice. Everyone has the ability to use passive magic. I know that a boy in England has a passive form of nature manipulation, his grandmother has been claiming that he is a very weak wizard, but she's also proud of him, as his gardens are one of the best around. Professor Lizzie Primrose decided to visit that family this holiday"
"Passive magic will only be taught at Pacific in the wandless magic classes." Said Professor Estill.
"As you can see, passive magic can be used for many things. Soothing your surroundings, treating wounds, locating magical people and so on. It has a very large application. And while we call the class 'wandless magic class', it is only a small part of the class setup. You'll need to talk to Jimmy Noles about that. He is the primary instructor for wandless magic."
"Martina, You know he prefers James Noles, instead of Jimmy" Said Lois, as she sat on her own horse.
Before Martina could respond, the group of students and their teachers came upon a group of native american wizards. "Children, remember what you were told." Said Martina, and all children and the two teachers bowed on their horses. In the preserve there lived a tribe of native american wizards, who had lived there for more than a millenia. Every once in a while, the natives would halt a group of travelers, and one of the things you needed to do to be accepted as a 'fellow' magical being, was to bow. If you bowed, it would be seen as a sign of respect, making the natives more friendly towards you and your group.
One of the older men, the oldest actually, looked at Harry and moving forward with speed that should not be possible, pulled Harry from his horse. Holding Harry still as he protested, the native wizard looked in his eyes. "You have two souls. On the twelfth cycle, you'll see through different eyes. Kill the bearer of killing views or let all be destroyed by it's gaze, and leaving the world to ruin."
The wizard fell down on his knees, and as other members of his tribe helped him up, Harry looked at the Professors, who looked at him with a open mouth.
"Don't worry about it, young wizard" Said one of the native wizards. His skin was dark, and his eyes were brown of colour. They held life, and at the moment, a slight worry. "That was my father, he sometimes does things like that, but never one as big as this one."
"Thank you sir" Said Harry, as he climbed back upon his horse. Remembering the other thing the wizard ranger told them, Harry removed from his saddle bag a small parcel that he gave to the Native wizard. He smiled and gave something back to Harry, it seemed to be a rope with a hook attached to it.
"Good luck, Harry Potter. May your journey be one of many sweet fruits." Said the wizard, and before Harry could respond, the wizard was gone.
"How did he know my name?" Harry asked, as Lois came standing next to him.
"I don't know, but I think we need to return to Pacific." Lois said. Some kids started to protest, but one stern gaze from Lois all shut them up. The return trip was one of silence, Harry was working out the meaning of the old man, while the professors were working out their memory, for review to Alexandra and Alex.
Harry sat in his room, looking around. His phoenix, Hedwig was out hunting, so there was no-one else in his room, yet Harry felt like something was wrong. Taking his small dagger in his right hand, Harry opened the door of his room, and looked outside. Nobody was there, and sighing, Harry closed the door. It was that moment that Harry turned around, that he looked at a man, whose face he had seen in a dream, at the beginning of his school. The same red eyes, the same noseless face, the same white colour of his face. And the same wand that killed his parents.
"Harry Potter, we finally meet. I am Lord Voldemort, and I am the one who will kill you." The dark lord said. Harry looked at the dark lord, hoping that this was all a dream. Voldemort started to laugh. "Yes boy, this is a dream. I'm here to tell you that you can't run away from me. One way or the other, I'll kill you and the world will be mine." then he raised his wand and fired the green coloured curse at Harry.
Harry woke up from his own screaming again. Taking deep breaths, Harry looked around. He was in the hospital wing, after he had contracted a rare case of wizarding flu. Several get well cards were standing upon his night stand, as were his glasses. Putting his glasses on his face, the world came into view, and as he suspected, Harry could see Professor Ungies, the lady of the dark sitting in a chair. "Hello Professor" Said Harry quietly, his head down, looking at his hands. His hands were clammy from the nightmare he had.
"Hello Harry, You know why I am here. Could you tell me, or would you rather that I view it for myself?" said the deputy headmistress.
"I'll prefer if you looked, Professor." said Harry softly, not looking up at the deputy. Harry felt her hands moving on his face, and a few second later, she pulled them back.
"Thank you Harry. You have done wonderfull." She said, and as she prepared a sleeping potion, Harry started to ask a question. "Professor, has Professor Estill shared her memory of the trip with the native American?"
"Yes. She has." the vampire responded, turning around. "Why do you ask that?"
"What does it mean, that I have two souls?" Asked Harry. He could not see her face, but the hand around the vial of sleeping potion tightened for a fraction, before she relaxed it just as slightly. "Don't you worry about that, Harry. Let's leave it as it is, and let's come back on this topic later, okay?" She said, and as Harry nodded he swallowed the sleeping potion.
Seeing Harry Potter falling asleep, Gabriella made her way to the headmistress office. She had to talk now.
"And the report from the aurors indicate that the British wizards are not releasing Sirius Black, because there are still the charges of murdering thirteen muggles." Said Alexandra to Remus Lupin, her brother Alex, and the Flamels. "We have also found out that Dumbledore has taken the bait, and took the fake stone you left him Father, and placed it in Gringotts, after using 90 percent of it's power to turn metal into gold."
Nicolas shrugged. "Tet him be, We've got the real stone here, and that stone is just a imperfect copy of it. The gold will return to it's true form in a few months."
Alexandra looked pleased,, but looked up as Gabriella moved from the shadows.
"Gabriella? What is wrong?"
The deputy took a steady breath. "What do you know about two souls in one body?"
The Prediction and the scar are related. That's all I'm going to say about it.