Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter either. It belongs to its creator J.K. Rowling and probably Warner Bros. too. I'm not too sure about that. This piece of literature is simply the work of a humble fan. I also credit Jim Butcher for various themes, subjects, or references that I may use.

Author Notes: This is a Harry Potter crossover with the Dresden Files the book series. All my knowledge of the Dresden Files comes from the books. I've never seen the TV series. For the timeline that will be stated later. Thanks to the folks at DLP for help with editing.

Since some asked I decided to do a brief sypnosis of the Dresden Files for those who haven't read the series. Its about a professional wizard named Harry Dresden who works in Chicago as private investigator, who is actually listed in the yellow pages under "Wizards". Surprise, he's the only one listed. Magic is real in his world and the general public is unaware of the things that exist outside of the realm of normal. Along with magic there are ghosts, vampires, demons, spirits, magic users, and faeries and various entities of the dark who seek to disrupt the balance of the world. Dresden's job is to protect the normal population from these forces, and he does so with the help of various allies from Chicago's Special Investigations officer Karrin Murphy to holy sword bearers known as the Knights of the Cross.

Awaken Sleeper.
Chapter Four: You Think You Know Somebody
By: Water Mage

All those cliché lines about time stopping in a critical or defining moment— it was true. The world around Harry came to screeching halt and the only thing he registered was his beating heart and hazel eyes that looked not just into his eyes, but into his soul. Aiden wore a serious look, an expression that would have looked ridiculous on any other child, but instead fit perfectly on his cherubic face. Without warning the look switched. A sunny smile split Aiden's face, and he happily clapped his hands.

"Aiden—what—" Harry stopped and growled as the words died on his lips. His thoughts ran so wild that it was difficult to pin down a solid one. He finally grabbed a hold of the most prominent one, tugging it loose from the lockup. "Never, never, never, ever, ever do that again, Aiden!" he demanded, staring him down. "Do you understand me!"

Aiden nodded mutely. He took his finger and crossed his heart. Harry rolled his eyes and relaxed the death grip that he had on the younger boy. Harry gathered Aiden in his lap and hugged him. He took a moment to let the shocks sink in. His heart gradually returned to its normal, steady cadence and he was able to breathe without sounding like he just ran two miles. He picked Aiden off his lap and sat him down next to him. Aiden had picked up one of the action figures off his bed, and was currently enthralled in marching the toy down the folds in the comforter.

"What was that Aiden?" asked Harry. "You talked— you called me Harry! Bugger that, you jumped off a roof!"

Aiden looked up at Harry and it was a stare filled with pity. Harry felt like there was something he was missing. He always speculated there was some answer that Aiden knew that he wasn't privy to, and right now that speculation had turned into a full blown accusation. The little boy knew things. He could feel it. Harry bent over to his level and met him eye to eye.

"What do you know?"

Aiden brought up a finger, pointed to his eyes, and then to the top of his head.

Harry frowned, his hard stare morphing into confusion. "Aiden, you can talk. Why don't you just tell me?"

A finger was placed against his lips in a classic gesture of quiet. Harry gave him a scowl, as Aiden mimed zipping up his lips. Cute. He really was a piece of work. Harry wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake the piss out of him, but that would just be counter productive.

"Okay, then," said Harry, sighing. "Okay. You have a thing with talking. I get that. I don't understand what you're trying to prove. What is—"

Aiden hopped off the bed and scampered to the cluttered desk next to his closet. He snatched a paper from the top and ran back to the bed. Harry took the offered paper, his baffled face slowly turned into surprise as he processed the image, its true meaning now clear with an inaudible click in his mind. It was the picture from earlier. The two stick figures above the bed suddenly gained an impossible depth. Harry swallowed staring stunned at the drawing of him and Aiden falling to the bed.

Harry lowered the paper, gaping at Aiden. "You knew…" He cleared his suddenly dry throat. Oh boy. "Can you see things, Aiden? Things no one else can…"

He nodded, pinning his eyes on Harry. Aiden repeated his earlier motion of pointing to his eyes, and then to his head. Harry realized what he was getting at.

"You can see it in your head?"

Aiden nodded affirmative. Harry did some quick thinking as Aiden went back to playing with the toy. Harrison and Aiden had the gift of divination. So it was obviously a trait passed down through the blood. A strong gift if Harrison losing himself within Harry's life, and Aiden drawing the future was any indicator of strength. Aiden had called him Harry. Not Harrison. He even orchestrated the roof jumping just so Harry could successfully apparate them both to safety. That means he knew damn well who and what Harry was.

"Alright, you want to play the silent game," reasoned Harry with frustration creeping into his tone. "Well, here's what I know. You can talk, but choose not to. You can see and draw the future. You know who I am and what I can do." Harry leaned closer and snatched the toy from Aiden's hands, causing the little boy to finally give him undivided attention. "So everything's not alright. I need answers, brother. Now."

Aiden frowned at Harry and reached for his toy. Harry threw it across the room finally giving into his rising frustration. "Aiden stop it! This isn't a game! This is my life, and I need to know what all you know."

There was a small part of the human mind that still lingered from the prehistoric era. It warned whenever a predator was near and danger was at hand. It was a primordial sense that kept humans alive for eons. Now that same sense blared inside Harry. You push a tiger too much and the tiger will push back. Harry unconsciously moved back as Aiden's face went slack with no emotion, and he suddenly became frozen with an unnatural stillness. Hazel eyes, dark with something else, landed on him and Harry found himself unable to move. They held him in place, and didn't as much as look at him, but through him. He felt those eyes pierce his very being, slithering through his insides, picking and tossing aside bits of soul, and finding out what made him tick.

When Aiden spoke again his voice was that sing-song, high pitch quality that all children spoke in, but it was different. There was an unearthly hollowness in his tone that carried the words and made them echo in his ears and in his thoughts.

"Blood, blood, blood. My blood. Your blood. His blood. One, two, three, again two, back into one."

"Okay, let's just pretend I didn't say anything," said Harry weakly, staring at Aiden with dawning realization.

The four year old shook his head and his hazel eyes cleared and that stormy presence disappeared as if never there. Aiden plucked the thrown toy from the spot on the floor. He went back to playing as if nothing unnatural happened.

"Creepy, little midget," Harry grumbled, staring thoughtfully at his brother.

Aiden was powerful. Harry had never seen a human actively initiate clairvoyance. The gift of foreknowledge was known to be an elusive and highly unpredictable branch of magic. McGonagall had good reason to snip at the subject during his schoolboy years. There was no sure way to learn, acquire, or truly be taught the craft. Hence the reason why there was a section devoted to its study within the Department of Mysteries.

What was the prophecy that Aiden just delivered? No meanings jumped at him. It had to be why he was here. It just had to be. Harry had demanded his answers and Aiden had delivered, just not in the method that he would have liked. The words were unforgettable. In fact the whole episode was permanently stamped in Harry's mind. Aiden had answered his question and Harry had no clue what he meant. Typical. This was the reason why he hated visions. Aiden had mentioned blood. Was that the key to deciphering the riddle? The blood they shared, the blood that granted them their gift of divination, was there something else important about it?

"Aww! Look at my two boys!" cooed Lily happily, appearing in the doorway. "Are you bonding?"

If you could call it that, Harry thought, outwardly putting on a cheerful face. "We've been having a great time hanging out."

"Have you been teaching your little brother those bad words you're so fond of?" asked Lily with a teasing smile, stepping into the room.

Aiden jumped into her arms and she picked him up, hiking him up onto her hip. Lily tickled his side and he giggled hysterically, batting at her hand. Aiden snuggled his head into the crook of her neck smiling. He turned his head to Harry, and his face was devoid of any warmth or smile. Perfectly blank.

Harry shook his head unable to take his eyes off Aiden. "Other way around, Mum. He actually taught me a thing or two."

Dinner had been an odd affair. At least for him anyway. He just couldn't shake the sight of Aiden acting so normal. After the events of earlier it was like a switch between two different people. Aiden treated Harry like always. Aiden warmed back up to him, putting aside his seeming dissatisfaction in him, which wasn't without reason. Harry did throw his toy across the room. That was sacrilege to a child.

Lily left to go put Aiden to bed and Harry cleared the table. He put the dishware in the washer, his body working on autopilot as his mind ran in circles. He could apparate now. Meaning his magic was back, and he was again operating at full potential. Well not at his fullest potential. His magic had replenished itself, but he was still a wizard without a wand. A well of magical energy did little good for a wizard without a wand to focus its power. The chances of him finding a wand in this world were slim. Theoretically, Harry could make one. The concepts had been covered in History of Magic and Charms classes, but even then he would require a sample taken from a magical creature to power its core. Without a magical core a wand, no matter how expertly crafted was little good. It was like having a flashlight without the bulb.

James came in through the kitchen's garage entrance as Harry finished loading up the dishwasher. "I think your old man needs to find some new employees. To think I actually pay those idiots a salary is ridiculous." He grabbed the loaded plate Lily sat aside for him earlier. "Were you and your brother alright here by yourselves?"

"We had a great time," said Harry, lying through his teeth. "Aiden beat me at checkers twice. He probably thinks he's the greatest thing since Saturday morning cartoons."

James clapped Harry on the back. "I knew you two would be fine on your own. "

Harry shrugged. "Just wait until he becomes a teenager. You'll be singing a different tune."

"Life's dull unless there's a little excitement," said James, raising his fork in a mock salute. He winked at Harry and took a huge bite.

Harry threw the dish towel at him and sprinted from the room laughing. He jogged up to his room and closed the door after him. It wasn't like his father would come after him, not with the distraction of a full plate of food before him. It never hurt to be safe. It was weird being this playful with his father, but it was steadily becoming normal the more time passed. Harry locked the door behind him and crossed the room to the bed.

Okay, he sighed heavily. Okay. His magic was back and that satisfied his theory about this body being compatible with his magic. It was time to test his other theories and finally go searching for his answers. He hopped to his feet. Apparation meant that he had the ability to transport himself without anyone being the wiser.

Ultimately, Harry could also prove that he wasn't insane. He was Harry Potter, wizard. Magic existed and he could prove it. His parents would finally learn that Harrison hadn't been dreaming a fantasy world. Harry stopped. Oh no. Harrison. He wasn't Harrison Potter. No matter how much he pretended. He wasn't born in this world, he wasn't from here, and this wasn't his real family. If Harry told his parents the truth, then they would ask where Harrison was. Where was their son? Harry had no clue. He ignored the chilling thought that whispered his soul had been destroyed with Harry's rebirth in this body. He wouldn't go there.

Harry came to a conclusion. He knew what he had to do. James and Lily were the most important people in his life. Real parents or not, they were the closet thing he had to a mother and father. He wouldn't take their son away from him. He wouldn't be the one to tell them that Harrison's soul was gone and Harry was now invading their little boy's body. He couldn't be the monster that extinguished the joy they felt at having the miraculous return of Harrison. That was it then. They would never learn the truth. Harry would be Harrison for them. They loved their son. And Harry loved being their son. It was sick but if it spared them heartbreak, then so be it.

Merlin, he thought, shaking his head. He was getting way too introspective. Without anyone to talk to he was spending too much time picking apart his thoughts. He had to get out of here. Being here was going to really end up driving him insane. It was about time he headed out. Harry turned on the spot and vanished into that inky darkness composed of nothingness.

Moments later Harry opened his eyes and immediately winced at the sudden daylight. It was odd going from the darkness of night to the brightness of day. Britain was just as he remembered. Perfect overcast sky, mild breeze, and open fields. Harry looked around the Scottish countryside. It was not as he remembered. He orientated himself and determined his location. Where Hogwarts should rest there was only a large clear lake and a lonely oak tree that had seen better days. It wasn't that much of a surprise that Hogwarts didn't exist here in this world. But there was still a horrifying feeling at finding the first place he ever called home gone. It was a sad sight and one he couldn't bare witness to any longer.

Harry turned around and once more vanished into that dreary darkness. Air returned to his insides and he opened his eyes. He stood on what should have been Privet Drive. Instead the land was dominated by a large multi story library. He felt a little better seeing that Privet Drive didn't crossover just the same as Hogwarts. If his old neighborhood existed in this world it would have been the greatest injustice ever. At least now he knew for sure that he was the only true remnant from the life he once knew. Footsteps and voices broke the silence of the shadowed corner he resided in. Without giving the area another glance, Harry disapparated away.

He appeared under the moonlit front lawn of his home. He hung his head and sighed. "Damn. Off my mark."

Harry looked around quickly, but no one was outside after ten o'clock at night. Not in a suburban neighborhood at least. He was lucky that he hadn't botched his apparation more than missing his destination. He could have been splinched. Living as a muggle these last few months had made him off his game. He started forward and stopped mid-stride, as the front door opened and closed so quickly that he almost missed it. A long shadow fell over the sidewalk, its caster non other than Aiden. The four year old was dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray shirt with a trio of cartoonish figures waving on the front.

Harry groaned. "You have got to be kidding me." He stepped in Aiden's path hands on hips, as he stared down at the younger boy who looked fairly surprised. "Going somewhere, little brother?"

Aiden nodded quickly and tried to walk around Harry. He rolled his eyes and snatched the little boy up into his arms. Aiden kicked his feet and wiggled in Harry's arms, making noises of protest in his throat. He squirmed out of Harry's hold and sprinted off down the sidewalk.

"What the hell," Harry swore, taking off after Aiden. He caught him by the back of the shirt stopping him in his tracks. "Whoa, hold on!"

Aiden ripped his shirt from Harry's grip. He looked up at him a childish pout on his face, and spoke for the third time of the day, "Have to go. Cant stop me."

Harry raised an eyebrow and pointed a finger at Aiden's chest. "You bet your ass I'm going to stop you. Now let's get back inside and talk about this time out I'm going to put you in for the next foreseeable future."

Aiden slowly shook his head and met Harry's eyes. And that switch he attributed to Aiden's child mood and serious personality turned on. His childlike face filled with an unnatural somberness that made Harry pause. The hairs on his arms stood up and Harry let Aiden go as static zapped at his fingertips shocking him. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Aiden was going, and if Harry tried to stop him then something would be let loose. What? He didn't know. Honestly—he didn't want to.

"Okay, then," said Harry begrudgingly. "You want to go. Fine. But I'm coming with you. I'm not leaving you alone."

He got a patient nod and Harry shook his head as he followed the four year old down the sidewalk. Inside he was kicking himself. If his parents woke up and found them both gone then there would be hell to pay, of that he was sure. The only reason Harry hadn't forcefully hauled the little boy back to the house was only because he was obviously on to something. Aiden was no ordinary child, and Harry knew that wherever he was going it damn sure wouldn't be the toy store.

Spring Valley while being a very affluent neighborhood also housed the main campus of AU. As such the transportation system of buses and trams ran constantly from early morning till an hour before midnight, insuring that riders conveniently made it to and from campus. As they neared the end of the street a group of people were departing from a stopped bus. Aiden broke into a sudden run.

"Seriously," groaned Harry, running after the younger boy.

They slipped in through the rear doors right past two middle aged men. The driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror with a frown, but thankfully didn't say anything. It was too late at night and the end of his shift was coming up, he was more than likely too tired to put up a fuss. Just the same Harry gave him a thankful smile and the driver rolled his eyes and pulled away from the stop.

Harry eyed Aiden who was nodding along to some unheard tune. "So, you do this a lot?"

Aiden shook his head and held up one finger.

"First time?" asked Harry, his voice dripping with disbelief and sarcasm. "Really? You seem like an old pro at this."

Harry ignored the glare. He crossed his arms and stared out the window. They rushed past the residential areas that he was used to seeing as they headed further and further into downtown DC. This was definitely not a good idea. Downtown in the city by themselves, late at night, around unfamiliar territory was just asking for trouble. This was not the time to be without a wand.

Harry threw a glance at Aiden. "Don't let me be wrong about you."

A cryptic smile appeared on Aiden's stoic face. Instead of soothing him, its effect just made Harry more irritated. The bus came to a halt and Aiden jumped up and stumbled off the bus with Harry a step behind him. Harry looked around at the neon signs of bars and clubs, and laughing young people, mostly in their twenties, out enjoying the nightlife. He and Aiden stuck out like sore thumbs. Harry shook his head. This was not how he expected to spend his night. He grabbed Aiden's hand. If they had to be out here then there was no way that he was letting Aiden out of his sight.

Harry scowled at the stares they drew from passersby's. He was tempted to give the finger but what kind of example would that set to boy at this side. The boy who had jumped off a roof and snuck out of his house in the dark of night—When he thought about it like that, then the gesture was probably right up his alley. Harry looked down at the persistent tugging on his arm.

"What, Aiden?" he asked, biting back his annoyance at even being here.

Aiden had stopped in front of an alleyway and was pointing his index finger unwaveringly into its depths. Harry looked from Aiden to the alley. He peered inside and didn't see anything threatening. Was this why they came here?

"Is this why you wanted to come?" questioned Harry. "Is something in there?"

Aiden shook his head and then nodded. Harry sighed. "Okay, so something's in the alley?"

Aiden nodded.

"But it's not why we came here?"

Again he shook his head.

Why wasn't he surprised? "I'll check it out some other time. Can we get a move on? It's getting late."

If somebody a year ago told Harry that he would be following his four year old brother around America's capitol he would have thrown a hex at them. Now he wanted to hex himself. They had long past the street full of bars and now walked into a park. The basketball court was eerily empty as well as the accompanying park. A breeze picked up and Harry rubbed his arm as his flesh tingled.

"Now what, Aiden?"

His hand was suddenly empty as Aiden ran off into the thick forest that bordered the playground. Deep magic.Was this kid suicidal? He seriously had some kind of death wish and Harry was wondering if he just got doped. He mentally slapped himself. Get it together, Potter. Go after him.

"Aiden!" He screamed after the boy as he disappeared between the trees. He pumped his legs hard and ran into the woods after him. "Get back here now, Aiden!"

Harry trudged through forest calling after Aiden. The underbrush was thick and the branches kept snapping him in the face knocking his head back. Harry growled and slapped offending branches aside, wishing with all his might for a machete. When they got home he was going to make sure Aiden got acquainted with a good old fashion fannysmackin' as Aunt Petunia always referred to it. He reasoned saying ass whooping made her uncomfortable. But what didn't?

He stopped as sounds reached his ears. Laughter, shouting, and joyous cheers rent the air. What the hell was going on? Harry creped as quietly as possible toward the noise. He parted the branches before his face and shock shot down his spine. Globes of light bobbed and zipped through the air of a large clearing each a different color. On the forest floor there were tiny figures, some a foot tall, but most were six inches or smaller. Light covered their forms in a luminous sheen. Dragonfly wings rose from their shoulders and their clothes were simple gowns or robes that were cut to show off smooth skin and small, but perfectly crafted bodies. They were beautiful creatures, and their faces were the kind artists dreamed of painting. Harry could only ogle at the creatures. Merlin. He was looking at faeries.

Childish giggling broke his silent stupor. His jaw dropped. Aiden danced under the flying motes of light. He picked up a stick and laughed happily as a faerie with a mop of lavender hair engaged him in a mock sword fight. Harry really slapped himself this time. It was like something from the animated movies Aiden endlessly watched. Finally Harry's mind kicked into gear. He marched into the clearing ignoring the cries and shouts of the faeries that circled around him. He grabbed Aiden by the arm.

"You dragged me here for this!" Harry demanded, frowning. "I'm through playing, Aiden. We're going home."

A streak of blue zipped in front of his vision. Harry focused on the ball of light and at its center was a very angry faerie girl with a mane of lilac hair. Green eyes narrowed at him in annoyance. Harry backed up tightening his grip on Aiden's arm.

"Who are you to interrupt our ring, mortal?" she commanded imperiously.

Harry replied as politely as he could, but probably still sounded pissed. Oh well. "I am kin to the young one. He's my charge. I mean no disrespect to you and yours, but I have to return him home."

He had to give him simelf a pat on the back for saying that with a straight face. He laid on thick, but Hagrid would have been proud. He had learned something from Care of Magical Creatures after all. The key to successfully establishing a friendly relationship with a magical species was a certain degree of respect.

Appeased, the faerie's angry expression relaxed into a neutral look. "But the boy amuses us greatly."

Harry stood a little straighter, his face going carefully blank. "I wasn't making a request."

The faerie threw up her nose. "Go. Your presence bores us now anyway."

Harry rolled his eyes refraining from snapping back a sarcastic reply. He grabbed Aiden's hand in a firm grip and departed the clearing with his brother in tow.

"Good night, young wizard," the faerie called behind him.

Harry spun around quickly, heart hammering. "You know what I am? Do you know other—"

The faeries lifted into the sky in a swarm of multicolored lights. Harry swallowed the groan of frustration. Great. His first chance at learning something, anything about the magic in this world and he just blew it. Was that why Aiden had come here? Had he gave Harry a way into receiving some of the answers to his questions? Guilt rose inside of his chest and Harry closed his eyes. He looked down at Aiden and winced at the pout and teary eyes framed on his small face. Aiden looked up at Harry and his heart throbbed at seeing his brother's crestfallen appearance. Aiden jerked his hand from Harry's and he stalked forward through the dark forest, unhindered by the brush or wayward branches.

"Way to go, Potter," muttered Harry, running his hand through his hair in an upset gesture.

He jogged to catch up to Aiden and was at his heels as they existed the forest. Thankfully there were lampposts throwing light onto sections of the park or Harry might not have seen him, moonlight or not. Harry caught up to Aiden and took his arm in a gentle grip. He bent down and met Aiden's crying face. Look up jerk in the dictionary and there would probably be an 8x8 glossy of Harry. He was probably in there under ass, too.

"I'm sorry, Aiden," said Harry quietly with regret. "I'm so sorry. I guess you were trying to help me all along."

Aiden rubbed at his face with his shirt sleeve, nodding with a sniffle. Aiden pointed at himself and fresh tears pricked at his eyes.

"I know you're sorry. As long as you know you can't run off like that again, alright?"

He nodded again and smiled weakly.

Harry stood to his feet and barely heard Aiden's cry of horror before his world exploded in pain. He hit the ground hard and his head throbbed as stars flared behind his eyelids. His skull pounded in agony as he blearily opened his eyes. Three men, muggers, his pained mind supplied. Aiden's hurt filled cry was enough to get him to his feet. He didn't care if it was three grown men against him. He had to try for Aiden.

At least part of his plan worked. The third man left Aiden alone, and joined his partners on focusing on him. Harry put his weight behind his swing and punched the nearest guy in the solar plexus. He threw a punch at the other man and his arm was caught mid swing in a solid grip. Struggling to free himself, Harry didn't see the third guy come up to his side. The blow to his already wounded head sent him crumbling. He fell to the ground hard.

A viscous kick was delivered to his ribs. He rolled away but they didn't let him go far. Soon more kicks joined in and he screamed as his ribs protested and then cracked under the onslaught. He coughed up blood and spat into one of their faces. He couldn't say who since his vision began blurring around the edges. The mugger reached down and hauled Harry by his hair, jerking his face up. The mugger reached back and punched him in the face with enough force to send blood spraying from his nose. All he saw was white. Hot white everywhere. Pain was all he knew. Its excruciating tendrils embraced Harry's body like an old friend, racing up and down his form, clouding all thought.

He fell to the ground and his head lolled on the damp grass. Aiden, his pain clouded brain whispered. He opened his eyes. The muggers laughing voices drifted to his ears and he dragged his eyes to his brother. Aiden was hunched over something in his grip, his fingers furiously working upon it with all his attention. Harry watched as one of the muggers rushed at his brother and slapped him to the ground.

His mind yelled at him. He caught sight of the object that flew from Aiden's hands. It was the item he had been working at. Harry recognized it from the clearing as the stick Aiden had used to swordfight. Some instinct took over his body. That same force that caused him to trust Aiden. The presence that kept him moving and attacking during duels surged forward like some great god of old. Harry reached for the stick and wrapped his fingers around it. Something aligned within, exploding through every nerve in his body. It flooded his senses and sang to him a song that he had only dimly heard once before, when he was eleven years old and grasped his wand for the first time. It wasn't exactly the same. But it would do.

He didn't think. He just acted. Immersed within the familiar connection of power, of magic, he didn't notice if he said an actual spell, or if he just unleashed a primal cry of vengeance. It didn't matter. He gathered all the anger, hurt, fury, and willed it through the wand. The stick buckled, the recoil actually knocking him back as an invisible, but concussive blast of force rushed from the wand's tip. Its bone breaking strength caught the three men completely unaware. The blast struck them solidly and the air erupted with the sound of breaking bones and bellows of pain, even as the impact flung them back over half dozen yards away.

He crawled over to Aiden, who meet him halfway in a hug. "Aiden," Harry murmured, searching him over for any significant harm.

Aiden touched Harry's face in a soft, careful hold. "All better, Harry? You have magic wand now."

Harry looked down at the stick and noticed for the first time a long strand of hair wrapped and tied off near the wands tip. It was oddly colored. Lavender if he remembered right. The hair from a magical creature. Faerie hair.

"You are—" he trailed off as the astonishment mudded his thought process. Or it could have been the probable concussion he now had.

He didn't know what to say. He was out of words. It was too many shocks in one day. He knew what he had to do now however. He had to get them home before he passed out from the pain that now took up residence in his body. Harry shoved the wand in his pocket and picked Aiden up into his arms. The little boy snuggled into Harry's embrace and held tightly to him, as they twisted and apparated away.

I got some awesome reviews from the last chapter. Thanks guys. Harry has a wand or semi-wand, and all is finally right in the world. In the next chapter a character from the Dresdenverse will be introduced into the story.