The next day, Harry trudged out of his cabin and through the woods to the big house. He could feel Daphne's presence nearby and when he glanced over, he saw her sitting in the garden outside her cabin. His heart tugged at him, and he was drawn towards her, but he resisted. He knew that they would have to talk eventually, but Harry wanted to push it as far in the future as possible.

Chiron suddenly appeared from the shadows with a loud whinny, "Young Harry, Lady Artemis is in the big house and awaiting your arrival."

"I'm on my way," he replied as he continued walking towards the big house.

Harry bolted towards the big house, his brown hair bouncing behind him as he rounded each corner. Artemis sat in a throne-like chair inside, her eyes trained on a pair of deer lounging outside. When Harry burst into the room, she stood and wrapped him up in a tight embrace while he tentatively returned it.

"Mum, you didn't have to apologize for something that wasn't your fault," Harry said.

"I know," Artemis replied, "But I am sorry, nonetheless. I need to take you somewhere and explain everything. We don't want any prying ears." She glanced at Chiron. "I'll have him back before lunch, if not before dinner." Her gaze then settled on Mr. D. "Dionysus, remember my threat yesterday: if you harm my son and heir, you will find yourself reforming in Tartarus - and that includes emotionally. Do you understand?"

Mr. D's face drained of colour, and his body quaked with fear when he spoke. "Y-yes A-ar-Artemis," he stammered.

"Good," Artemis said coolly. "Harry, I know you haven't eaten yet, so I'll take you to get something. Then you can ask as many questions as you want and I'll answer them."

Harry nodded timidly. "Yes mum," he whispered. Artemis seized hold of Harry's shoulders firmly and they vanished in a blinding flash of light.

Harry and Artemis suddenly found themselves standing amidst a vast expanse of lush greenery. Tall trees surrounded them, their leaves rustling softly in the wind. Below them, a city spread out like a shimmering quilt. The skyline was unfamiliar but unmistakably magical.

"Where have you brought us, Mum?" Harry questioned, his eyes darting around, trying to gather as much detail as he could.

"We're in Holyhead, on the Isle of Anglesey in Wales," Artemis replied, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "More precisely, we stand on the magical side of this city."

A look of confusion spread across Harry's face. "But why? What are we doing here?"

"We need to visit Potter Manor. There's a portrait inside that wishes to communicate with you. Plus, you'll need to assume command of the protective wards around the estate," explained Artemis, beginning to walk towards a sprawling mansion that lay ahead.

As they approached, Harry's eyes were drawn to an emblem displayed prominently on the gate. A triangle encased a circle and a straight line. Hovering outside the triangle was a majestic winged horse, its wings spread wide, looking ready for flight.

"The Peverell crest," Artemis remarked, recognizing the look of curiosity on Harry's face.

"Peverell?" Harry echoed, trying to recall where he'd heard the name.

"Before the year 1602, our family was known as the House of Peverell," Artemis elucidated. "The name change was a strategic move to transition from the dark faction and realign with the neutral side."

Harry nodded slowly, processing this new information. "So, what do you want me to do now?"

Artemis pointed at the emblem. "Draw some blood using your dagger and place a drop right in the center of that symbol. It's the key to entering the manor."

Without hesitation, Harry summoned one of his hunting knives and made a small incision on his fingertip. As the blood welled up, he pressed his finger to the emblem. Instantly, the massive gates creaked and slowly swung open.

Harry and Artemis into the abandoned manor, noting with surprise that it seemed well-maintained. They proceeded cautiously down a long hallway when an ear-splitting crack echoed off the walls in front of them. Two to three feet tall, with thin arms and legs, oversized heads and eyes, pointed bat-like ears, and wispy white hair atop their head.

The creature bowed low and spoke in a high, singsong voice. "Young Master Harry has returned! I am Tippy, a house elf who serves the great House of Potter."

Harry glanced at Artemis, confused. "Harry, they are house elves. They have a symbiotic relationship with us - we give them the magic they need to survive while they help us in day-to-day tasks like cooking and cleaning. I think there are six house elves serving the Potters."

Harry turned to Tippy. "Tippy, is there a place where we could sit and have a conversation? And would you be kind enough to make us breakfast?"

"Follow me, young master and lady of the moon," said Tippy, beckoning them down a long corridor. He opened a heavy oak door into a large dining hall. "What would Young Master Harry and Lady of the Moon like for breakfast?"

Harry turned to the house elf, looking up at its wide-eyed face. "Can I have a full English, please," he asked.

"I will have the same," echoed Artemis.

The elf gave a short bow and vanished with a resounding crack.

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Are all house elves that eccentric?"

Artemis chuckled. "Yes. Now, do you have any questions about the letter you found yesterday?"

Harry's throat tightened. He shifted in his chair, eyes avoiding his mother's gaze as a heavy silence engulfed the room.

"Mum," he said softly, "You didn't have to ask for forgiveness, you couldn't find me, I understand."

"And you definitely didn't have to give me gifts," he added, gaze still averted.

His mother sighed and cleared her throat. "Harry, I will explain the armour and weapons later," she began, "But first I need to get something out of the way. Daphne Greengrass—do you know what your connection with her is?"

Harry swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "Her father told us it was some sort of soul union," he muttered, "But he said they don't know much about it due to how rare it is."

A loud crack filled the room as two house elves appeared, one holding a plate of food. Tippy bowed his head to Harry and gently set the plate down. He spoke in a raspy voice, "Young Master Harry, Lady of the Moon, Tippy has brought you food. Young master, you must eat it all, for you are too thin." The other house elf added another plate of food before they both disappeared with another crack.

Harry looked down at the steaming plates of food and sighed. He glanced up at Luna and said softly, "As of right now, we can sense each other from afar. But I can tell that distance between us is growing daily. We can even tell if either of us is telling the truth or not."

Artemis looked at the pair intently, her alert silver eyes almost seeming to glow in the dimly lit room. "So," she said softly, "you two are in the early stages of soul union. I cannot tell you what to do, but I implore you not to harm her. You should ask your ancestral portrait for guidance."

Harry nodded solemnly. Then he cleared his throat and asked Artemis a question that had been bothering him ever since they met. "Why did it take so long to find me, Mum?"

Artemis's gaze softened. "When I use the moon to find something or someone, things appear from a distance. It's like looking for one ant among a million other ants in an anthill; it's impossible without help. And then there was the issue of someone blatantly disregarding my will..." Her voice trailed off as she looked away, almost regretful.

Harry stared at Artemis in confusion, his brow furrowing with questions. "Will? What will?"

Artemis sighed as she explained, "When my mortal shell and James died, they made a will to ensure that in the case of their deaths, you would be taken care of. The order was Amelia Bones—your godmother and your father's twin—if she couldn't take you then Jocelyn Fairchild, who was my mortal shell's twin, then Sirius Black—your godfather and cousin—his wife Marline Black, your cousin Andromeda Tonks... if they were not available then you were to be placed in the care of a house that was politically allied with House Potter." She paused before continuing, her gaze full of apology. "You were never supposed to go to the Dursleys."

"Then why was I placed there?" Harry asked quietly.

Artemis studied Harry carefully before speaking, "From what I saw in their memories, you were found on the Dursley's front porch one morning with a letter from Dumbledore. Apollo, Hecate, Athena and I have devised a plan to make use of the mist. We will create hospital records and adjust the memories of local citizens to ensure that the Dursleys are arrested for their crimes against you. In addition, Apollo will act as your doctor and will release you into the custody of the Greengrass's or the Bones's. The news of these events will be front page in every major newspaper throughout Surrey region."

Harry exhaled with relief, a weight seemingly lifted from his shoulders. "So I will never have to go there again," he said.

"Never," Artemis declared firmly, her gaze steady and unyielding. "I will not have my son and heir get sent back to people who will abuse him ever again."

Harry glanced at her in confusion. "Son and Heir?"

The goddess met his gaze levelly. "An Heir of a Goddess is a bit different than a demigod, child of a mortal," she explained.

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion as he asked, "Can you tell me the difference?"

Artemis nodded. "Yes, while a Demigod can draw power from their parents' domain, an heir can both influence and draw power from their parents' domain," she said solemnly. She paused before continuing, her voice now more assured. "I will eventually train you in that role, as you will be expected to take over for me should something happen to me."

Harry blinked several times, trying to process the information. The weight of her words settled heavily on him. Being a part of the magical world had its own complexities, but being connected to the divine – was an entirely different level of complexity.

"I'm not sure I understand," Harry admitted, his voice hesitant. "Are you saying that if something happens to you, I'll become... a god?"

Artemis smiled gently. "Not exactly. You won't become a deity in the truest sense. However, you'll take on the mantle of my domain and responsibilities. It's a role that comes with significant power and the ability to influence the realm over which I preside."

Harry swallowed hard, struggling to comprehend. "That's... that's a lot to take in."

Artemis nodded in understanding. "It is, and it's not a burden I wish to place on you so suddenly. But it's a part of who you are, and you deserve to know."

He looked away, trying to grapple with the new information. "And the soul union thing? What does that mean?"

"The soul union is a profound bond," Artemis began, choosing her words carefully. "It means that two souls are inextricably linked, in a way that transcends typical understanding. It's rare, and its nature often brings challenges, but it also brings immense strength and deep understanding."

Harry's mind went to the person he felt this bond with, and a mixture of fear and excitement welled up inside him. "Is there any way to... I don't know... control or understand it better?"

Artemis's expression turned thoughtful. "Understanding, yes. Control is trickier. As with most things in life and beyond, it's about balance. The bond will offer insights, protection, and strength. But it will also demand respect and understanding. The two of you will need to navigate it together."

Feeling overwhelmed, Harry let out a long sigh. "It's a lot to take in. Being a wizard was one thing, but this..." he trailed off.

Artemis reached out, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to figure it all out at once, Harry. Just know that you're not alone in this. I'll be here to guide you."

Harry met her gaze, seeing the warmth and assurance there. For the first time in a long time, he felt genuinely comforted.

"I appreciate that," he murmured.

Artemis glanced at Harry, her face softening with maternal warmth. She reached out to squeeze his shoulder, her touch filled with a comfort only a mother could offer. "You have a long journey ahead, Harry. But remember, with each challenging step and every uncertain moment, you won't be walking alone."

Harry looked up, his eyes glistening, "Thanks, Mum."

Artemis smiled, her eyes mirroring his emotions. "You're welcome."

Harry hesitated for a moment, biting his lip. "Mum, I do have a few questions."

She gestured for him to proceed, "Okay."

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Harry said, "How can I remember all this?"

Artemis pondered for a moment before answering, "There are three angelic runes, known as the memory runes, they are called Mnemosyne, Eidetic Memory, and Recall, They grant you a perfect recall memory when they are all used together you will be able to remember even your time in my womb. This information should be in your grey book, Sadly it is locked away in your family vault at Gringotts."

Raising an eyebrow, Harry asked, "What exactly is a grey book?"

Artemis explained, "A grey book is an invaluable tool that contains Angelic runes and information on demons. For a shadow hunter, it's their most trusted companion."

Harry's curiosity didn't end there. "When we first met, and in the letter you sent yesterday, you mentioned something about ancient laws. What did you mean by that and how are they related to me?"

Artemis took a deep breath, "Harry, ancient laws were decreed by Chaos to ensure balance in the galaxy. Put simply, they're rules every deity must adhere to. The moment I named you as the heir to ten of my thirteen domains, you became exempt from specific ancient laws that usually prevent bonding between a demigod and their divine parent, and several others."

Harry's fingers played with the edge of the tablecloth, "Why did you gift me weapons and armour yesterday?"

Meeting his gaze, Artemis answered, "I want you to be shielded from any harm, and to always have the means to defend yourself. The bow I presented you was once my symbol of power. As for its capability, it grows stronger the closer we are to the full moon. The sword, Nightingale, possesses unique powers - it heals you and revitalizes your energy with every strike. Simultaneously, it wears down your adversaries and drains some of their life force. The hunting knives can cure anyone of the curse of lycanthropy, just ensure a non-fatal strike when the moon is less than full. The sword can also channel your magic, and if you turn the hilt 360 degrees it will turn into a wand, to turn it back to a sword, just say change back in Greek."

Eyes wide, Harry inquired, "Will the armour shield me from magical attacks?"

Artemis nodded, "Indeed. The shield, named Aspis, can absorb any spell and redirect it. If you ever throw it, it releases the stored spells with twice their original force. All the items I've given you comprise of a mix of celestial bronze, imperial gold, moon silver, and Stygian iron. And the best part? They'll adapt as you grow."

A wave of gratitude washed over Harry. "Mum, thank you."

Artemis leaned over, brushing Harry's cheek with her hand, "You're welcome. Now, since we've finished our meal, let's move upstairs. There's a certain portrait I believe you should converse with."

Harry gave a short nod of acknowledgment to Artemis as they walked up the stairs, stepping carefully around creaking floorboards. When they arrived at a closed door at the end of the hall, Artemis paused and said, "Harry, inside there you will find the portrait of your ancestors. You won't see the likeness of James Potter, but all those before him you will find." Harry's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he simply replied with a quiet "okay" before Artemis opened the door.

Artemis fidgeted nervously outside the room, gnawing her lip as she waited for Harry to re-emerge. Inside, Harry slowly traversed the room, taking in all of the portraits that lined the walls. Every two portraits, he noticed, were paired together and labelled with their names. On the left side of the wall was a portrait of 'Charlus Potter' and 'Dorea Potter.'

"Well, well," came a gruff voice from Charlus's picture frame. "Finally, our grandson decided to visit us."

"Hush now, Charlus," Dorea chided softly before turning her gaze to Harry. "Now dear, where are James, Lily and Amelia?"

Harry hesitated for a moment before replying. "Do you want the full version or the abridged version?"

"I want to know everything, dear," Dorea replied simply.

Harry's voice trembled as he recounted his story. "I am going to be honest with you and tell you that I don't know the full details, but I will tell you everything so far," Harry said. He described the terror of October 31st, 1981 when Voldemort attacked the place where his parents were staying. With a heavy heart, he spoke of being left alone on Petunia Dursley's doorstep, where he was treated cruelly and forced to teach himself how to read and write in a smelly boot cupboard.

The look of disbelief and horror on Dorea's face was clear while Charlus was thoughtful. Harry went on to explain how he suddenly found himself famous for something he couldn't remember; later learning that he had somehow defeated Voldemort and survived the Killing Curse in the process. After his Hogwarts year ended, he was rescued by Goddess Artemis—Lily Fairchild's true form. She brought him to a camp where he met Daphne Greengrass who introduced him to her father Cygnus Greengrass who shared some details about his family's history and political influence with him.

Charlus' voice was deep and sombre as he began to speak. "Well, Harry... where to begin."

Dorea nodded in agreement, her grey eyes filled with sympathy. "Young man, you have been through an awful lot," she said gently. "I take it your mother will not let those people get away for their treatment of you?"

Harry's jaw clenched in determination. "That is correct," he replied simply.

Charlus let out a heavy sigh. "Cygnus Greengrass is a good man," he said slowly. "I took him in when he was 15 years old in the mid-60s after his entire family was murdered."

"He was shocked that I didn't have my heir ring and didn't know anything about the Wizarding World, so he informed me a little bit about it." Harry smiled at this memory, and his face lit up with a newfound hope. "I will be collecting that ring when I go to Gringotts," he declared proudly.

Dorea's voice took on an accusatory tone as she asked, "Who is your magical guardian?" She then looked away, her eyes filled with disdain as Harry confessed, he had no clue.

"You need to find out who and bring them charges. It was never part of the plan for you to go to Hogwarts without any knowledge about your family or its political position. By law, you were supposed to receive at least some training in that field ever since your eighth birthday," Dorea said sternly.

Charlus raised an eyebrow at Harry. "I do have a question," he said.

"Why did Ms. Greengrass take you to see her father, from camp half-blood?"

Harry nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Daphne and I, have a connection with each other called a soul union," he said. His voice was quiet but intense. "This was confirmed by Artemis and Cygnus Greengrass."

Charlus nodded slowly in understanding, while Dorea looked genuinely surprised. She turned to Harry and asked quietly, "But you want to protect her, right?"

"Yes," Harry breathed out in agreement. "We want to prevent the ministry from finding out because we are not ready for their reaction."

Charlus scratched his head, ruffling his already dishevelled white hair. "Grab my grandparent's betrothal rings from our Gringotts family vault and give one to her," he said.

Dorea shook her head softly. "The Ministry will consider you wed, but that is not what either of you need right now - politically or emotionally," she said. Harry furrowed his brow in confusion, wanting an explanation.

His grandmother nodded as if she had read his mind. "You two share a soul union, so it would be impossible for you to find compatibility with anyone else besides Ms. Greengrass," Dorea explained, "By masking your relationship as betrothal, however, it will place her under your protection and since you are an orphan it will be reciprocal - placing you under the protection of her family."

Harry nodded, understanding. "Now have you taken control of the wards?" Charlus asked, his voice stern and matter-of-fact.

"No," Harry replied.

"You need to take control of the wards, to do that you need your blood, and the heir ring so you will have to wait for that," Charlus continued.

"Also take the family grimoire and study it," Dorea said softly from across the room.

Harry smiled back at them both. "I understand. I will do just that; I will talk to you soon; I have a lot to do in so little time."

Dorea nodded in acknowledgement. "Then talk to you soon," she said.

Harry stepped out of the portrait room and saw Artemis waiting for him. She stood in the light coming through the stained glass window, her gaze intense as she watched Harry approach her. "Are you done?"

"Yes Mum, that conversation with Grandfather's Portrait was enlightening, I will definitely be back there," said Harry, his voice tinged with awe.

"Any questions before I take you back to Camp Half-blood from this manor?" asked Artemis, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Yes, did I inherit any abilities from you?" asked Harry, taking a deep breath before he could even finish the sentence.

Artemis gestured eloquently as she spoke. "You have received the gifts of Lunakinesis, Chlrokinesis, Faunakinesis, Dendrokinesis, Toxigenesis and Zoolingualism." She paused dramatically. "Lunakinesis is the manipulation of the moon; you will be the strongest in this ability. Chlrokinesis is the manipulation of plants, but as you are not a child of Demeter, your control will be limited to those species found in the forest. Faunakinesis is the manipulation of animals. Dendrokinesis the manipulation of wood. Toxigensis grants release of toxins from many plants and Zoolingualism is communication with all creatures." Artemis' eyes locked on hers before continuing. "You can expect these abilities to manifest within you any time between now and your thirteenth birthday."

Harry's gaze shifted quickly from his mother's face to the floor, while a swirl of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He took a deep breath and mustered up enough courage to utter those two words: "Thank you, Mum."

Artemis gave her son an appraising look, and said "When you start to manifest them please let me know." Harry nodded in response, not trusting himself to speak.

"Any other questions, Harry," Artemis asked after what seemed like an eternity of silence.

Harry shook his head, unable to find the right words or express the gratitude that he felt. Acting before his brain could catch up with him, he stepped forward and enveloped his mother in a full hug; shocked at first, she soon softened and hugged him back tightly.

Harry buried his head in her clothes and whispered again, "Thank you, Mum". He closed his eyes and savoured the warmth of her embrace.

The air filled with a bright, golden light and the unmistakable sound of someone coughing. A tall figure stepped out from behind them, draped in a white toga that nearly touched the ground. Artemis gasped, her heart pounding against her chest, frantically glancing between her mother and son.

"You know Artemis, for a mother who has not been with her child for almost 11 years you sure are a great mother," Leto said with a gentle smile across her face.

"Hello mother," Artemis said softly, finally finding her voice again.

Leto shifted her gaze to Harry. "I take it this is my grandchild?"

Harry let go of Artemis's hand and stepped forward to look at his grandmother. "Yes, mother...this is Harry."

A warm, tender smile spread across Leto's face as she extended her hand outwards. "Hello Harry, I am your grandmother, Leto."

Harry hesitated before mumbling a timid "Um, Hello Grandmother."

Leto quickly shot an accusing glare back at Artemis. "Why didn't you tell me you have a son? I had to learn from Apollo!"

Artemis dropped her head low in shame and whispered an apology.

Leto's voice was stern as she looked at Harry. "Harry, take this as a lesson - never lie or hide something from your mother. We will always find out."

Harry nodded solemnly in agreement.

Artemis glanced between them before speaking up. "Mother, he hasn't had the best life. I've only known him for 3 days. He was abused, starved and treated worse than a slave by the mortals who were caring for him."

Leto's eyes narrowed and her lips pursed as she asked, "Will those mortals pay?"

"Athena, Apollo, Hecate and I are planning to get full revenge on them sometime before mid-August," Artemis replied. "Make no mistake - the Dursleys will suffer."

Leto nodded in satisfaction before disappearing in a flash of light. "Good. Talk to you later."

Leto disappeared in a flash of light, Artemis turned her stern gaze towards Harry. "Harry, has your power manifested in the past? I need to know."

Harry hesitated, unsure what to say. He finally nodded. "Yes, I think...it has."

Artemis paused and then spoke softly but firmly. "Tell me what happened."

The Dursley family stood in front of the Boa constrictor's enclosure, wide eyes taking in its impressive length. Dudley spoke up suddenly, "Make it move!" His father tapped the glass gently with his fingertips, and then Dudley slammed his hand against the case with a mighty thud. Vernon winced at the loud crashing sound that echoed through the reptile house, as Dudley yelled again, "MOVE!"

Harry stared at the sleeping python, its scales shimmering under the light. Dudley crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "He's so boring," he said, as Mr and Mrs Dursley led him away. With a shaky breath, Harry stepped forward and watched the snake's chest rise and fall with each slow breath.

Harry's voice was soft as he looked into the snake's eyes. "Sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it's like lying there day after day, having people press their ugly faces in on you," he said. The snake slowly lifted its mouth off the glass and blinked up at Harry with a hesitant curiosity. "Can you...hear me?" Harry asked quietly. In response, the snake nodded. "It's just...I've never talked to a snake before. Do you...I mean...do you talk to people often?" The snake shook its head no and Harry smiled sadly as he studied the sign which read, Bred in Captivity. He turned back to the snake and reached out his hand as if to touch it, but stopped himself short. "You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there? Do you miss your family?" The snake looked away from Harry and glanced over to the sign again, and then back at him as if to answer yes without having to say a word. Harry spoke softly, "I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents either."

Dudley's eyes lit up as he saw the newly-awake snake. He quickly shuffled over to the glass enclosure, causing Harry to stumble out of the way. Dudley exclaimed ecstatically, "Mummy, Dad, come here! You won't believe what this snake is doing!" His hands were pressed so tightly against the glass that it suddenly dissolved, causing Dudley to lurch forward in surprise. He stumbled into the pool of water at the bottom of the enclosure with a loud splash. Harry couldn't help but smirk at his cousin's misfortune before turning his attention to the snake. It moved gracefully from its display and stopped in front of him.

"Thanksss," said the Snake

Harry responded to the slithering Snake with a polite smile. "Anytime," he uttered, as the reptile slithered toward the exit of the reptile house. The visitors were in an uproar; some shrieking and pointing while others jumped in fright. Dudley tried to get away, but it was too late - the glass had resealed itself, trapping him inside and leaving him pounding on the glass in terror.

Dudley's cries pierced through the museum, echoing against the walls. Petunia gasped when she saw her son trapped in the display enclosure, frantically rattling at the latch to be set free. "My darling boy! How did you get in there?! How did you get in there? Dudley, oh, Dudley!" she said. Harry couldn't conceal his amusement any longer and let out a hearty chuckle, but Vernon heard it and cast an icy stare to shut him down. Harry gulped and looked away, regretting his outburst.

Artemis raised her eyebrows and smiled knowingly. "That was definitely Zoolingualism, at work, though you had a bit of accidental magic," she said. She gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "I will give Chiron a book on how to train your demigod abilities, either later today or tomorrow."

"Okay," Harry replied nervously.

Artemis stepped back and blinked questioningly. "Now are you ready to go back to Camp Half-blood?"

Harry nodded. He felt a surge of excitement course through him as Artemis grabbed onto his shoulder and in an instant, they were both gone, leaving only the faint smell of the forest behind.

AN: About the reviews from people who were confused as to why Hera voted to Kill Harry last chapter; Hera hates all children of Zeus and would anything to see them suffer, with Artemis, Hera knows that she cannot beat Artemis, so she sees the vote as a way to Punish Artemis for her existence. Now before you all go off on me and mention Jason that was a very special case in which Zeus basically sold Jason to Hera so she won't kill him.

Next Chapters

COS V: Training With Daphne.

Cos VI: Dobby.

Cos VII: Gringotts.