The next year passed in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it I turned fourteen. Xenovia and I flourished under Griselda's tutelage. Xenovia was a prodigy when it came to the sword, which I later learned was common among those born with a holy element. She took to combat training like a fish to water, and quickly surpassed most of her peers who had been training for years. I knew she would surpass even me eventually; I knew I had no inherent skill for swordplay, just good memorization of form and the discipline to practice until it became muscle memory.

Griselda also adopted the two of us. After some paperwork we became siblings and adopted the last name Quarta.

That knowledge, and my struggles with the troll, gave me the idea to change my combat style. I experimented with larger weapons, and settled on using a splitting maul, a weapon with an axe on one side and a hammer on the other. It served a dual purpose or providing a heavy cutting edge and blunt force trauma. With my strength the axe weighed next to nothing, and I could swing it almost as fast as a sword even one handed. I could chop an arm or leg off and dent plate armor with ease. This brought the problem of having to learn an all new fighting style, something Griselda couldn't help me with since few exorcists used anything other than a light sword.

Lady Gabriel became my saving grace. She brought me books that detailed fighting styles for Warhammers and great axes, and I found that the styles were similar for both. I spent most of my free time during the year practicing the new styles and kept my sword during missions. The last thing I needed was an injury with my new weapon because I hadn't practiced enough.

Training with the axe was surprisingly simple. The beginner techniques focused on overhead, outside and inside cuts. Blocking was a little harder than with a sword. While a swords blade was metal, the haft of the ax was wooden. It quickly became clear that dodging would serve me better than blocking, to reduce the chance of someone splitting the shaft mid-battle. A sword had a larger length, so battles from now on would be at a closer range. Fighting with an axe was more like beating an individual to death. A single blow could crush bones, which opened a myriad of possibilities. Not that an axe didn't have a cutting edge. A sword was more useful against an armored opponent as they could wedge open plates and rings, so I made up for it with brute force. With my strength I could split open trees with ease, so few things other than the strongest armor would stop me from doing the same to a person.

Fighting styles with a hammer was like an axe, with more concentration on blunt force trauma. The weight for both weapons is the same; concentrated at the end of the weapon instead of at the hand for a sword. The hammer was designed for crushing blows; smash an enemy in the forearm hard enough and you would disable said arm. It was also more useful for armored or plated enemies since most swords lacked piercing power. Many species of monsters, and even stray devils from the stories I heard, had some form of natural armor that a hammer could take advantage of. And if all else fails, a blow to the head could either crush a skull or rattle the brain, disorienting or making an enemy fall unconscious.

Now that I was older I started vamping up my physical training. Thanks to touki my muscles healed much faster than a normal person's, so I trained accordingly. It began with two-hundred pushups and sit ups and a two-mile run a day. After six months I increased it to five hundred and a five-mile run daily, and after a year it became a thousand and a five mile daily, with a fifteen-mile run three times a week. I was sore every day, as even touki had its limits on how quick it could heal when presented with such grueling training, but it was a good type of pain. It gave the satisfaction of quantifiable improvement, of weakness leaving the body. The results though, were undeniable. Tight, corded muscles littered my body. My build was more of a swimmer's or a marathon runner's, although a bit on the short side at five feet two inches. I developed broad shoulders, a wide back and a six pack. I spent more than a few hours staring at myself in the mirror. Conceited, but I felt like I deserved it considering how much effort I went through to shape my body.

The annoying part of growing older came in hormones. It started off slow at first. My voice would crack midway through a sentence, and while it grew deeper over the year, I still had a few more octaves for the puberty fairy to take away. The body odor and hair growth were annoying, but easily manageable with some work. It was his reaction around women that gave him a problem.

I always knew I was surrounded by beautiful women. Griselda could have passed for a model anywhere, and Lady Gabriel was the epitome of feminine beauty. Due to that, I found myself staring at their breasts as they bounced during training, or my eyes trialing their asses as they walked. I was sure Griselda had noticed, but thankfully she had never mentioned anything. I'm not sure I could have handled the embarrassment if she had, and out of respect I tried never to stare for too long. The classes with Lady Gabriel had become almost unbearable as a resort, and I frequently found myself with a particular wooden problem that my uniform made very hard to hide. Figuring out how to take care of that by myself had been a confusing, embarrassing and messy affair. I was not going to ask anyone anyone about it. Thankfully acne never became an issue.

I also found myself the subject of more than one girl's wandering eyes, and suddenly all those late-night rendezvous between the older trainees made a lot more sense. Thankfully, I no longer shared a room with anyone.

I blocked a strike from Xenovia, took a step back, and followed with one of my own. She caught the blade with the edge of her own, twisted her wrist and lunged. I sidestepped the thrust and pushed her back intending to throw her off balance. Instead she flipped forward on one hand, twisted, landed on her feet and attacked me again, all in a span a second. Her instincts always surprised me; she came up with moves on the fly that I never would. That was the difference between someone with skill and me I figured; they could react without thinking, while I relied on what I learned to respond. If both of us had arrived at the same time, despite the difference in age, she would have eclipsed me long ago.

The spar continued for a few more minutes before I called a stop to it, both our bodies gleaming with sweat. I never used touki during our spars since Xenovia wouldn't learn as much during our spars if I just overpowered her. That would change soon.

"I still can't land a solid blow on you," she told me.

"I've been training for years," I replied. "I wouldn't be a very good exorcist if you beat me after just a year of training." I ignored how that sounded suspiciously like something Sister Sarah had once told me.

"It's still annoying."

I laughed. "Don't worry, there are people much stronger than me. I can't beat Griselda you know?"

She grimaced. "Yeah, but that woman is a monster. I've never seen anyone move like she does' it's like she knows what I'm going to do before I do"

I smiled. I thought the same thing once upon a time. I still couldn't beat her with touki, but no longer was it a one-sided beatdown. I could see her move and react accordingly, but that alone wasn't enough to beat her. Eventually she suggested I use magic during our spars so I could get a feel for how it worked in combat. Not that it helped much. Any projectiles I conjured were swatted away or outright broken, and she dodged elemental spells with ease. Once she had enough of dodging she would go on the offensive, and that's where the flaw in magic came into play.

Magic was next to useless in an up-close fight. It was just too quick, too chaotic to use when a sword was swinging towards your head. Moving the earth or conjuring ice on the floor did little to slow Griselda down. She would just avoid it and be on me in an instant, and from there it devolved into a melee fight. I had plans on how to get around that, but they would require more training.

Not that I was useless in a fight, far from it. I trained with the other exorcists often, at least the ones not tasked out on missions. I could defeat all but the oldest and most experienced through sheer speed and force alone, and few had a way to deal with my magic, not having the experience fighting users to know how to react.

Most of an exorcist's battle were a drawn-out affair, relying on light poisoning from small wounds to weaken an enemy. Humans were generally physically weaker and slower than those they fight, so they had to get around that.

Which is where light weaponry came into play. Fueled by the energy of angels themselves, light weaponry was the bane of dark creatures worldwide. All an exorcist had to do was get one blow in and wait for devils and vampires to weaken before finishing them off. That tactic didn't work against creatures like chimeras and trolls, but those creatures preferred to stay away from human settlements. The troll I killed was an anomaly, likely forced to hunt humans due to a scarcity in its natural prey.

No, exorcists mainly fought against the creatures of the night. Like the vampires that had attacked his village. With darkening thoughts I gestured for Xenovia to follow me, and we headed to the chow hall to eat.

It had been five years since my home was attacked, and I had heard nothing since. Griselda told me there was little chance I would ever find my home at this point. It had been too long, and no one had picked up a trace of my village. As we sat down to eat I thought of the plan I'd been forming for a while now to find my village myself. The same trick I had been practicing to use in my spars against Griselda.

Teleportation.

Neither Griselda nor Lady Gabriel were familiar with my form of teleportation, so I was forced to figure it out myself. It took weeks before I found results. I focused on the memory of that night when I escaped from the vampire. I remembered the desire to get away, and the feeling of my body twisting in place right before I teleported. I tried to replicate the process by focusing on the thought of 'leaving here' and twisting my body with little effect. After a few days I had the bright idea to surround myself with magic, much like I do with touki. This time I felt a difference. Magic swirled around me and I felt that that constricting feeling as my vision went dark, as if I was being shoved through a small tube. Yet the magic failed to connect, and I arrived at the same place as before, falling on my ass. I grew frustrated over the next few days as repeated tries met the same results. The magical exhaustion didn't help. Teleportation took a lot out of me.

It was Xenovia who provided me a breakthrough a few weeks later, after I confided in her and she promised to keep my tests a secret.

"Maybe you're missing something," she said. "Maybe you need to know where you want to go? Just 'get me out of here' may not be enough to trigger it."

That… was actually a good idea. The last, and only, time I had apparated I had no destination in mind. But my life was in danger, and I had learned since then that magic had a will of its own. My magic must have reacted to the danger and teleported me of its own volition. To do it myself though, maybe I needed a clear destination in mind. That night I headed into the forest to test the theory out.

I wrapped myself in magic and focused on the spot I wanted to teleport to; a tree in front of me. I concentrated on that tree until I felt I could draw it from memory and turned. The space around me went pitch black and a feeling of compression surrounded me, as if space itself was trying to crush me. For a split second I could neither move, breathe or see, a far more terrifying experience than it sounds like. Before I could freak out the feeling vanished and I smashed face-first into the tree I focused on earlier. Despite the pain from my broken nose I grinned; I'd done it. I spent the next few night focusing exclusively on teleportation, until I could it with a simple thought and retain my balance.

That had been a week ago. The weekend started tomorrow and I had no duties. Tonight I would try to teleport to the village. Despite not knowing the exact location of the village I was willing to bet that I could teleport to the clearing I poured magic into. As Xenovia and I finished our meals and walked outside I told her she had to go to class now. She grumbled and made a face but went anyways. I smiled as she left. She might be a combat prodigy, but studying is not her forte.

As the familiar feeling of compression left I looked around the clearing. With a pang I realized it looked exactly like I left it nine years ago. I looked around, lost in memories of a simpler time. After a few minutes I grimaced and turned towards the village. This isn't why I was here.

The village looked worse than I remember. Craters and skeletons littered the streets, the skeletons sun bleached. Holes littered through the houses where the vampires had ripped through the wooden walls. I walked through the village lost in memory. I knew everyone had died long ago. I was here to find my parents.

I stopped in front of my house, which remarkably looked intact. Nature had begun to overtake it like the rest of the village, but it looked like none of the carnage had reached here. I closed my eyes and felt my warmth suffuse me as memories of the last time I was truly happy overtook me. I opened my eyes and that warmth was snuffed out, replaced by a bitter chill. With a trembling hand I opened the door and walked inside.

The house looked exactly like I remembered it. Three sets of plates and silverware were set out on the table, as if the inhabitants would return any moment and sit down to eat. They never would. I stopped by my room first and frowned. The place had been ransacked, as if someone had been searching for something. I stopped by my parents' room next, but it looked as untouched as the rest of the house had been. With a heavy heart I went back to the dining room, sat down and cried.

I'm not sure what I had been expecting to find. I was sure no one had survived; no normal humans could defeat a coven of vampires. But I had to come back. I had to see it for myself. My parents were dead. They had been for some time. Admitting that hurt and I cried harder as the last embers of hope left me, but I felt like a weight had been lifted from me. I could move on now. After tonight this place would me a memory, not a destination.

After what felt like hours I got up and left. I went through every house, every street, and collected every skeleton left behind. I piled them all in the largest building, the storage room. The process took hours, but it felt like good work. After the last skeleton was collected I walked around the village again. This time I set fire to every building. This village was a husk now, and the villagers deserved some form of burial. Stories said kings and heroes were burned in pyres. This would have to do.

I left the storeroom for last, and as it caught fire I sat down in front of it and meditated to the crackling sound of fire. The warmth staved off the night's chill, and I meditated until my emotions were back under control. When I next opened my eyes the village was nothing more than piles of ash blowing in the wind. The first light of dawn had begun to creep through the horizon.

With one final look to the smoldering ruin around me I teleported.

"I think I need further magical training. Maybe a school," I said to Griselda one day after a spar. She adopted a thoughtful look.

"There are a few prominent ones I've encountered in my time," she said. "There's Grauzauberer, led by the devil Mephisto Pheles. There's also the Golden dawn, and Rosenkreuzer. We rarely have anything to do with them, since few exorcists can use magic. Are you sure you need a school though? From what I've seen you've improved by leaps and bounds." I shook my head.

"Lady Gabriel doesn't have any more books for me," I responded. "And the ones she has given me, while useful, are limited. I've learned all I can from them. It's up to me to improve from now on. And while I do have a great imagination, a school would provide many opportunities."

"I see your point. Your magic is one of your greatest strengths and allowing it to stagnate would only cripple your growth. Very well, I'll ask around and see if we can enroll you into one of those schools."

"You know, I was expecting to have to convince you."

She laughed. "I'm not going to hinder your growth Liam. You're young, and the ceasefire between the three factions is a perfect opportunity for us to build our strength. And it may allow us closer relations with your school. The lord knows we need allies. You learning can only be good for us."

"That's good. But is it so simple? Don't you have to ask someone before you can make that decision?"

"Your training is my responsibility, both as your guardian and your instructor. If I say you can go, then you can go. Besides, if you're gone before anyone notices there'll be nothing they can do about it."

"That's devious." She smiled.

"I'll make some inquiries and let you know once I hear back. In the meantime, continue your training. You're getting faster. Who knows, maybe soon you'll be able to land a blow on me. This one-sided beatdown grows boring." With that last sting at my pride Griselda walked away and I smiled. Leave it to her to kick an enemy while he's down.

I got up and followed her advice. I sparred with Xenovia and helped her improve. I went through the forms for my splitting maul and practiced with my magic some more.

As I went to bed I couldn't help thinking if there wasn't something I could do about school myself. It was annoying always having to rely on Griselda. She was busy and adding more to her plate didn't feel right. As I closed my eyes my magic pulsed, and the world compressed around me as I moved.

Unlike other times I teleported the world wasn't dark. Instead, a kaleidoscope of colors surrounded me. There seemed to be no end to this place, as if space itself was ever growing. I flew through this space, and soon a rift appeared in front of me. I flew through it and the familiar blackness overtook me. A second later it passed, and I stood in front of a building named 'The Leaky Cauldron.'

People passed by the building without sparing a second glance, and for a moment I wondered if I was in the wrong place. But I could sense the din of magic emanating from the building, and magic had yet to steer me wrong. So I entered.

The interior was far from impressive. It was small, dark and dingy, and an assortment of strangely dressed people sat inside. Who even wears robes these days? As I looked around an old bald man approached me.

"Well hello there," he said. "I don't think I've seen you around here before. You a foreigner?"

"What gave it away," I replied.

"Your clothing for one, and the fact that you don't recognize this place. Anyone who's been to Diagon Alley before knows The Leaky Cauldron. We get foreigners here from time to time, so I've taken it upon myself to keep an eye out for them. After all," and here he closed in and lowered his voice conspiratorially, "a happy customer is more likely to spend money. He said that with a wink.

"The names Tom by the way," he said, extending his hand. I shook it.

"Liam."

"And how can old Tom help you today Liam?"

"My guardian is looking for a school to enroll me in and told me about this place. I came here to see it for myself." Not technically a lie, if you counted magic as a guardian. It certainly seemed eager to help me.

"A school huh? You're a little old to be starting schooling but I doubt Hogwarts will turn you away. We haven't had as many children go through her walls since the war ended. But enough of those heavy thoughts. You'll be wanting to enter Diagon Alley, right?"

I nodded, not that I knew what this alley is. I followed Tom through the backdoor of the pub to a large brick wall. Tom pulled out a long thin stick, a wand I realized, and tapped a brick on the wall, three up and two across from a trashcan. I watched in fascination as the wall seemed to come alive, the bricks in the middle seeming to fold into themselves and formed an archway.

"Welcome do Diagon alley lad," Tom said. "The pride of Magical Britain. Through here you'll find anything you need, and more. If you need money I recommend stopping by Gringotts Bank first. They'll be able to exchange currency." With that he walked away, and I entered the alley.

Shops littered the street as far as the eye could see. The street looked exactly as one would expect to find when the image of wizards is brought up; horticulturist shops with exotic and strange plants, a shop selling brooms, with the Nimbus 2000 being the centerpiece, a potions shop, an ice cream parlor, and many other shops, each distinctly garish and eye catching. A bookstore situated between the potions shop and the apothecary caught my eye and I made a note to visit this place once I had money, practically salivating at the thought of finding more spells to experiment with.

I kept walking through the streets to find the bank. I found the bank soon enough. A set of white stairs led to a set of large open bronze doors. The building looked pristine and imposing, a multilayered marble white building that towered above the surrounding shops. Two small creatures with skin as green as a well-kept lawn, goblins I realized, stood on either side of the doors in matching uniforms of scarlet and gold. As I passed through the doors I entered an entrance hall with another set of doors flanked by two other goblins. As I entered through these doors I stood in Gringotts itself, and what a sight it was.

Long counters manned by goblins stretched the length of the marble cavern, filled with wizards and more goblin guards. A door behind each goblin led into the depths, probably where the valuables were stored. I made my way to a long line and waited in the queue for my turn. As I waited I looked at the wizards around me. Most were adults, but there were a few families present. I received a few odd looks, probably at my outfit and the fact that I was alone here, but no one made a comment. I activated my minds eye and looked at the surrounding wizards, disappointed by what I saw and unaware of the goblin guards now warily watching me. The touki of these wizards was a little larger than a regular humans, but the magic I could see was pitifully small even among the adults. Most had about the same amount of magic as me, which was disappointing since these adults should have had decades to practice magic. The goblins on the other hand, were the opposite.

Eventually it became my turn to step up to the counter and as I did so I turned off my minds eye. I had noticed the looks the goblins were giving me, and I didn't want to start something in the middle of their headquarters.

"What do you want human," a gravelly voice said. This goblin looked almost identical to the others, with a seemingly permanent scowl in place.

"I'd like to open an account here," I told the goblin.

"Opening an account will be fifteen galleons. Once paperwork is filed we will present you with a key, which will be necessary to open you vault. We will also need a blood sample to key the vault to you, and it will also allow you access in case you lose your key, in which case you'll need to purchase another key."

"Sounds good. I was told I could exchange money here?" The goblin nodded, so I proceeded to take my money out. A small magic circle came to life next to me, the pocket dimension where I stored my equipment. I ignored the looks from the surrounding wizard at what was, at least in their eyes, strange magic. I pulled out three purses that each contained a thousand dollars. This was half of all the money I had. The church provided us with five hundred each month, but since they also provided food and housing there was very little to spend money on, so I had been saving it this past year. I set the pouches in front of the teller, who picked them up and put them on a scale.

"Two thousand dollars," the goblin said. "Conversion rates are fifty pounds to one galleon, ten to one sickle, and fifty pence to a knut. Fifty knuts to a sickle, twenty five sickles to a galleon. You wish to convert this all then?"

I nodded, thinking about the strange conversion rates. They made no sense, but very little about these wizards seemed to make sense. The goblin nodded.

"Follow me then human. I will take you to your account manager."

I followed the goblin through the door behind it into another long marble hallway until we came upon another door. The tell knocked on the door and after a moment another goblin came out, this one dressed in a black and red three-piece suit. After a brief exchange the teller left and I was left with the new goblin

"Come in wizard," it said, and this one's voice was less gravelly than the last one. It also seemed to be younger.

'My name is Jawbreaker," it said as we both sat down, it behind a large wooden desk and I in a chair. "I will be your account manager." It opened a drawer and took out a stack of papers and a feathered pen, a quill. "These are the forms to open a Gringotts account. Read them and sign."

The forms went over a few formalities, mostly detailing the responsibilities between Gringotts and myself regarding the account and my vault, vault three eleven. Finding nothing out of place I picked up the quill and wrote my name on the forms. The letters came out blood red, and I raised an eyebrow at the goblin.

"A blood quill," it told me. "Used to sign any binding legal documents. Blood does not lie wizard. Many among your kind harbor delusions of stealing from Gringotts. Blood prevents this, while also providing us a sample used to key in vaults to their users."

I nodded at the safeguards and finished signing the document. Once I was done I handed them back to the goblin who looked them over. Satisfied, it nodded.

"Follow me then." It took me back to the marble hallway but turned left into a dimly lit rocky cavern that I knew hadn't been there before. The cavern led to a cart on tracks where we both got in. The goblin pushed a lever and the cart shot off. I used touki to hold on to the sides and marveled at the speed we moved at. Winding passageways shot past at a speed too fast for me to get a clear view of. Before long, the cart stopped with a lurch before a vault and we both got off. The vault looked to be cut into the stone wall and was protected by a large wooden door. As we approached it Jawbreaker took out a key from his pocket and handed it to me.

"This is your vault human. This key will allow whoever carries it to access the vault. Insert the key into the lock and the vault will open."

I inserted the key and the vault swung open. A few mounds of gold, silver and bronze coins littered the stone hall. Unsure of the cost of items I took out some empty pouches from my pocket dimension and filled each pouch to the brim with separate coins. None of the gold coins were left, but two small mounds of silver and bronze remained. As I left the cavern a small counter near the door caught my attention, When I approached it I noticed letters and numbers on it.

-50 galleons

-250 sickles

-1,350 knuts

Seems like it's a ledger. I took out the pouch of galleons and set it on the ground, and the ledger updated to reflect the fifty gold coins. I put the pouch back into the pocket dimension and the ledger reflected its loss. It seems like the ledger maintains itself. I wonder if there's a way to sync the vault with a portable pouch? If so then I would only need to return to Gringotts to deposit money. I did some mental math to determine how much money I had on me. Fifty galleons, one hundred sickles, and one hundred-fifty knuts.

I left the vault and Jawbreaker took me back to the surface. I entered Diagon Alley again and briefly wondered visiting the shops. I discarded that thought since I knew I wouldn't be able to resist purchasing things if I did, and I didn't need to blow through my money without knowing what the Hogwarts curriculum needed. Now, how to enroll?

I returned back to The leaky Cauldron, where Tom asked me a few more questions. He then informed me that two letters had arrived for me by owl, and wasn't that a strange postal service, and handed them over.

Both letters were heavy and seemed to be written in parchment. The first was sealed with red wax imprinted with a large H, and above it stood a crest of some kind. A shield wit in the middle surrounded by a snake, a lion, a raven and a beaver. The second letter was plain and a little less heavy. I sat down at the bar, ordered some soup for three sickles, and opened the first letter. It contained two pages.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Quarta,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Second page

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bags

I nodded and opened the second letter.

Mr. Quarta

My name is Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It recently came to my attention that your name was recorded into our letter of prospective students. I sent out a letter of acceptance to you, but your age brings some concerns. Our current school year is about to end and break will begin. I would like a meeting with you to judge which year it will be appropriate for you to start in. Please send me a letter with a location, date and time for us to meet.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I asked Tom how to respond, and he told me that a shop here, Eylops Owl Emporium, could deliver the letter for me. After finishing my soup I thanked him and went to the shop, thinking of my response along the way. When I entered the store I purchased some paper and penned my response. I told her I was staying at The Leaky Cauldron, told her my room number and that anytime worked for me. It cost thirty knuts for the letter and another forty to deliver it. Apparently the owls could find anyone in the isles as long as they had a name. I wondered if they could find me back at home?

I went back to The Leaky Cauldron and chatted with Tom some more. He told me the history of Diagon Alley and how it came to be. The man seemed happy to talk, especially when I kept ordering food and drinks. As night started to fall I retired to my room for the night, a cozy place with a dresser and bed, and started meditating. An hour in I was interrupted by a tapping on my window and saw that an owl perched outside with a letter tied around its leg. I took the letter and opened it while the owl flew away.

Mr. Trajan,

Meet me at The leaky Cauldron tomorrow at noon.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I put the letter away and continued meditating. It seems like tomorrow would be a busy day.

AN:

Will be starting Hogwarts next chapter. I'll leave which year I'm starting in a surprise. Suggestions as to which house Liam should go to? I'm debating between two houses currently. Hogwarts will take center stage for a while, but Liam will return to DxD periodically.

I finally figured out how to include my line breaks in the story.

As always, please leave a review.