Sitting in Dumbledore's spacious office, Harry glanced around at the various artifacts and trinkets adorning the walls and shelves. His loyal Hawk Lyra was perched on his shoulder, her piercing amber eyes surveying the room with keen interest. The day before the Hogwarts Express departed for winter break, Harry had been summoned to meet with the Headmaster.
"Harry my boy," said Dumbledore, his expression grave, "I saw your name on the list to leave Hogwarts. Your reason stated was to visit your family, but surely this must be a mistake. After all, the only family you have left are the Dursleys."
Dumbledore's words were cut off by Harry's sudden outburst of maniacal laughter. A dark gleam entered his eyes as they turned a deep shade of red, like the blood moon itself. "Oh Headmaster," he sneered, venom dripping from his voice, "you are truly amusing. But you are not as clever as you believe yourself to be. You are so set in your ways that you cannot see when you are wrong or understand the consequences of your actions. I am indeed going to visit my family for Christmas break, and if you try to keep me here against my will, my grandmother will have you arrested for kidnapping."
Dumbledore's eyebrows raised slightly at this threat but maintained his calm demeanour. "But my dear boy," he replied with a twinkle in his eye, "as your magical guardian, I have the authority to keep you here if I believe it is in your best interest."
The tension in the room was palpable, as Harry's voice dripped with contempt toward Dumbledore. "And that is where you are wrong," he sneered, his eyes flashing with anger. "First and foremost, you are not my magical guardian. My Grandmother Leto holds that title, according to the ICW. And the muggles you placed me with are either in prison or deported. No, I am not going to stay here. I am going to my loving and caring family."
Dumbledore sighed heavily, his aged features betraying a sense of defeat. "But my boy," he began.
Harry cut him off, his voice cold and cutting. "The Dursleys are not my family," he declared firmly.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Harry's lips as he continued, "You live up to your name, Dumb as a Door. Do I need to come in here with a whistle? Because Malaka, you sound like a pedophile when you call me that." His words were laced with venom, each syllable dripping with disdain.
Taking a deep breath, Harry paused before composing his thoughts. "Listen here, Malaka," he addressed Dumbledore directly. "Aunt Amelia - you know, my father's sister - already does not like you. And nobody in Greece likes you either. So what is it going to be? You let me go home or I send a letter that states you have kidnapped me and are keeping me at school with your delusions of grandeur." The room fell silent as the weight of Harry's threat hung in the air.
Dumbledore's voice was calm and soothing, but Harry could feel the tension rising in his body. "But my boy," he said, his voice laced with concern. "I can always change your magical guardian to myself and get you away from your so-called dark family."
Harry scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "Really? Your influence with the International Confederation of Wizards is gone. You were removed from both the ICW and the Wizengamot when you willingly put me with a family that endangered my life and put me at risk of becoming an Obscurial," he snapped. "And that is the second time you have referred to my family as a 'Dark Family.'"
"But my boy," Dumbledore tried again.
"Malaka!" Harry interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Next time I am summoned here, I will be bringing a whistle. You sound like a pedophile, preying on young innocent children." He stared at Dumbledore, daring him to continue. "You only have two options: one, you let me go home, or two, you face charges with the ICW for kidnapping a Greek citizen."
After a long pause, Dumbledore relented. "Very well," he replied reluctantly. "You may go home." Harry felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him as he turned to leave, knowing he had asserted his power and standing up for himself against the manipulative headmaster.
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The next morning, as the Hogwarts Express came to a stop at Kings' Cross Station, Harry hastily grabbed his trunk and Lyra, his pet owl perched on his shoulder. He eagerly scanned the bustling platform for his grandmother, Leto.
"Grandmother!" he exclaimed, spotting her familiar figure in the crowd. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
"Harry," Leto greeted with a warm smile, returning his embrace. "Where is Daphne?"
"Her uncle is waiting for her," Harry replied.
"Excellent," Leto said approvingly. "Do you have everything ready?"
"Yes," Harry confirmed.
"Good, then grab onto my arm and I will flash us to the Hunters of Artemis camp," Leto instructed. "And don't forget to tell me all about your experiences at school."
"Wait, Grandmother," Harry interrupted before they could leave. "Someone is headed towards us."
Leto turned to see a striking witch navigating the bustling platform. She had a strong jawline, long and curly red hair, and stood at an impressive five feet one inch tall. Her muscular form was clad in Auror department robes.
Amelia greeted Harry with a warm smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling in genuine happiness. The two had corresponded through letters during the school year, but this was their first in-person meeting.
"Hello Aunt Amelia," Harry responded with a polite nod, his silver eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.
"You look so much like your mother, but you have your father's hair," remarked Amelia, her gaze taking in every detail of Harry's appearance. "But those traits are just superficial, considering you're a level three metamorphmagus."
Harry nodded, familiar with these observations about his physical appearance. He turned to Leto, who stood by his side and introduced her to Amelia as well.
"Thank you for taking care of my nephew," said Amelia gratefully to Leto, her voice laced with emotion. "After everything that happened...Albus refused to give him to me when James and Lily died. And when I found out what happened with the Dursleys, I lost it."
Leto's expression softened with understanding and compassion. "It is no problem," she replied kindly. "Lily was my daughter and I am honoured to have such a wonderful grandson."
Turning back to Harry, Amelia broached a different topic. "Harry, I never got your answer to my invitation."
"I apologize," replied Harry sincerely. "I cannot come over during winter break as my family has plans. But during spring break, I would be happy to visit."
Amelia smiled, relieved at Harry's acceptance of her invitation. "Okay, I will have my house elves prepare a room for you when you come during Spring Break," she said warmly. "And if both of you have time now, would you mind joining me and Susan at a local restaurant? I would love to learn more about both of you."
"Of course, we have plenty of time," replied Leto with a warm smile. He and his family were excited to join in on this outing to a local restaurant that Harry had raved about in his letters. The anticipation of trying new food and spending time together as a group was palpable.
"Mum," said Susan, making her way towards Amelia.
"Susan, my dear!" exclaimed Amelia with a beaming smile. "It's so lovely to see you again."
"Hello Susan" yelled Harry excitedly wrapping her in a tight hug.
"Harry, you just saw me on the train," said Susan with a chuckle. "You don't have to act surprised."
"I know, I know," said Harry sheepishly. "I guess I'm just happy to see you again."
"Also, where is Daphne? You two are practically inseparable," Susan joked.
"Daphne had to rush off to see her uncle," explained Harry.
"Okay children, let's focus," interjected Amelia with a gentle laugh. "Leto, can you meet us at Camino at King Cross?"
"we'll be there," Leto reassured her. "Just need to get Harry situated first."
Leto's arms strained as he lifted Harry's heavy trunk onto the trolley, while Lyra flapped her wings excitedly from her perch on Harry's shoulder. The three of them followed Amelia and Susan across the busy street in front of King's Cross Station, dodging cars and pedestrians.
Amelia flashed a warm smile at the hostess as they entered a charming restaurant with large windows overlooking the bustling city streets. "Table for four, please," she requested politely.
"What name will it be under?" inquired the waitress.
"Bones," replied Amelia confidently.
The waitress nodded and motioned towards a nearby cage. "Also, please keep the bird in the cage if you want an indoor table. But if you prefer to dine outdoors, he can stay perched on his shoulder."
"We'll take an outdoor table," decided Amelia without hesitation.
The waitress smiled and checked her reservation book. "That will be a ten-minute wait if that is okay with you."
"We don't mind at all," assured Amelia with a friendly smile.
As they waited for their table, Harry couldn't help but admire the eclectic decor of the restaurant. Colourful murals adorned the walls, depicting scenes of mythical creatures and magical landscapes. The ambiance was warm and inviting, with soft jazz music playing in the background.
"I love the atmosphere here," remarked Harry, his eyes scanning the vibrant surroundings.
"It's one of my favourite places in London," agreed Susan with a smile. "The food is amazing too."
Soon enough, their table was ready, and they were escorted to a cozy outdoor patio adorned with twinkling fairy lights. They settled into their seats, and Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him as he took in the bustling cityscape.
"Harry," Amelia's warm voice filled the air, "your father and I, when we were your age and just starting our journey at Hogwarts, our parents would always take us to this restaurant whenever we arrived on the Hogwarts Express."
"Really, Mum?" Susan's curious tone lilted in excitement.
"Yes, my dear," Amelia replied with a fond smile.
"Harry, please remove your elbows from the table," Leto's stern voice broke through the conversation.
"My apologies, Grandmother," Harry quickly complied.
"Aunt Amelia," Harry turned his attention back to her, "what was my father like?" His eyes scanned the colourful drink menu before him.
"Harry..." Amelia swallowed her next words with a conflicted expression. "James is a very sensitive topic for me"
"Can you try?" Harry asked gently.
Amelia wiped away the tears with shaking hands. "Harry, you have to understand...when your father and mother were murdered…" Her words caught in her throat as she struggled to compose herself. Harry began to rub her back soothingly, offering silent comfort.
"I had just lost my husband to the wand of Evan Rosier," Amelia continued her voice barely above a whisper. "Losing my twin brother was so hard on me that it caused me to miscarry."
"My father was your twin brother?" Harry asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Yes," Amelia confirmed, taking a few deep breaths to regain her composure. "But to answer your question, your father was at his heart a mischievous prankster. He loved to pull pranks on Mum and Dad, and even on me. We played together and sometimes tricked each other. Despite that, he always sought to protect me, even though I could have protected myself."
Amelia's eyes burned with a fierce determination as she recounted the memories of her twin brother. "I'll never forget it - I was just ten years old and finally getting my chance to dance with Edgar Bones at the summer ball. But then Timothy Goyle and his pack of bullies came crashing into me, knocking me to the ground and causing tears to well up in my eyes. At that moment, James appeared like a raging storm, unleashing a torrent of furious words that sent Goyle scurrying back to his father in fear. And then he turned to Edgar, his voice dripping with venom as he made sure no one would dare mess with me again."
Amelia's smile faded as she delved deeper into the memories. "But even after we started Hogwarts, James was always fiercely protective of me. He made sure no boy could get near me without facing his wrath. It made dating almost impossible, so I had to resort to secret trysts. And yet, ironically enough, it wasn't until his fifth year - when he started dating Lily Fairchild, your mother - that he finally matured and learned to control his anger." She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head at the irony of it all.
"And your mother, Lily," Amelia continued, her voice growing softer as she spoke of the woman who had once been her dear friend. "She was a brilliant witch with a fierce determination to do what was right. Her eyes sparkled with an inner fire that could not be tamed, and her heart overflowed with kindness and compassion." Harry's heart swelled with pride at the mention of his mother. "She was unnaturally pretty, her beauty like a beacon that drew the attention of many purebloods who were both envious and infatuated with her. But it was more than just her physical appearance that captured their hearts. There was an ethereal aura around her, an otherworldly quality that enchanted all who met her. And James was no exception."
"How did they get together?" asked Harry, eager to hear more about his parents' love story.
"Your father spent four years trying to win her over," replied Amelia, a fond smile on her lips. "But it wasn't until our fifth year that something finally clicked between them. First, James stood up for Lily when Severus Snape began harassing her – he was always known as a bit of a stalker around school. And then, he saved her from the advances of seventh-year pureblood Daylen Winters, who was trying to force himself on her"
Harry's fists clenched at the thought of someone trying to harm his mother in such a way.
"That last incident solidified things between them," continued Amelia. "After Christmas break of our fifth year, they officially started dating. It was a match made in heaven, one that even your grandparents wholeheartedly approved of."
"What else can you tell me about them?" asked Harry, eager to learn more about his parents.
"Well," began Amelia, a small smile playing on her lips. "Your mother was a lover of nature. She enjoyed spending time outdoors, taking long walks in the forest and looking at the moon. She had a certain affinity for animals - they were drawn to her, and she had a way with them. It was as if they could sense her kind heart and gentle spirit."
Harry's love for animals stirred within him at the mention of his mother's connection with them.
"Your father, on the other hand," continued Amelia, "also had a love for the outdoors. But he enjoyed it differently - as an Animagus." Harry's eyes widened in surprise at this revelation.
"Yes, your father could transform into a stag at will," explained Amelia. "He loved to run through the forest as an animal – it gave him a sense of freedom and escape from all the pressures and responsibilities that came with being a pureblood wizard and an Heir to a Wizengamont seat"
"That's amazing," breathed Harry, feeling even more connected to his father now that he knew about this hidden part of him.
"It was quite impressive," agreed Amelia with a fond smile. "But your father's Animagus transformation also played an important role in his relationship with your mother."
"How so?" asked Harry, intrigued.
"Well, one day during their sixth year at Hogwarts, Lily stumbled upon James in his stag form by accident," recounted Amelia. "She had been out for one of her moonlit walks when she saw this majestic animal roaming through the forest. And something inside her just knew that it was James."
"Did he know that she knew?" asked Harry eagerly.
"Not initially," replied Amelia with a chuckle. "Lily kept her discovery a secret for some time, not wanting to ruin James' privacy or betray his trust."
"But eventually, she told him?" pressed Harry.
"Yes," nodded Amelia.
Amelia looked at the soft glow of the rune on Harry's wrist "Now I see like your mother you are also a Nephilim"
"I am," said Harry, lifting his sleeve to reveal a series of intricate angelic runes. The markings glowed, casting an otherworldly aura around him.
"Mum, what is a Nephilim?" asked Susan, her curiosity piqued by the mysterious symbols.
"Nephilim are also known as Shadowhunters," explained Amelia, shifting her gaze from Harry's markings to her daughter's curious face. "They are essentially humans with Angelic blood, tasked with keeping the shadow world hidden from the mundane world."
"So like the obliviators in our world who maintain the Statute of Secrecy?" interjected Susan, connecting the dots.
"Exactly," confirmed Harry. "But in our world, the Accords don't necessarily apply to wizards and witches since they use magic passed down from their ancestors rather than gifted by demons. Therefore, they are not considered 'downworlders'."
"What exactly is a downworlder then?" pressed Susan, eager for more information.
"A downworlder is a being whose origins lie in demonic ancestry," replied Amelia, her tone serious. "They include creatures such as vampires, werewolves, Warlocks, and faeries."
A waiter came by and asked, "What can I get you to drink?"
As the waiter approached, Harry glanced over the menu once more before speaking up. "I'll have a Sprite, please," he requested with a smile.
"I'll have the same," added Leto, nodding in agreement.
"I'll have a glass of red wine," said Amelia, glancing at Susan, who nodded in assent.
"Water for me, please," said Susan, smiling politely at the waiter.
The waiter jotted down their orders and disappeared into the bustling restaurant, leaving the four of them to continue their conversation.
Susan leaned in, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, Harry," she began, "what exactly are those markings for? I see you and Daphne both have them, but I've never seen anything like them before."
Harry smiled, his own eyes shining with pride as he explained. "They are Angelic Runes," he said. "I have several that are permanent." He lifted his left wrist to show Susan a small rune etched into his skin. "This is the clairvoyance rune. It allows me to see through glamours and identify downworlders more easily." His right bicep bore the Enkeli rune, symbolizing his angelic bonds and imbuing his weapons with celestial properties.
"On my right forearm, there are three memory runes," Harry continued. "Mnemosyne, for enhanced memory; Eidetic Memory, for perfect recall; and Memory Recall, for accessing forgotten memories." On his left forearm was the equilibrium rune, granting him perfect balance in all physical tasks.
Amelia joined the conversation, her gaze fixed on the intricate marks covering Harry's body. "And what about the one on your back?" she asked.
Harry's expression turned serious as he replied, "That one was put there by my mother. I'm not sure of its meaning or purpose."
The waiter came back and put their drinks on the table "Are you all ready to order?"
As the waiter returned with their drinks, the group perused the menu, each contemplating their choices before placing their orders.
"I'll have the grilled salmon with a side of roasted vegetables, please," requested Leto, closing the menu and handing it back to the waiter.
"Make that two," added Amelia, glancing at Leto with a smile.
Harry considered the options for a moment before making his decision. "I'll have the chicken Alfredo pasta," he said finally, passing his menu to the waiter.
"Excellent choice," remarked Susan with a grin, also opting for the chicken Alfredo pasta.
The waiter nodded, jotting down their orders on his notepad. "Anything else for now?" he inquired politely.
"No, thank you," replied Amelia, smiling warmly at the waiter. "We're all set."
With that, the waiter departed once again, leaving the four of them to continue their conversation as they awaited their meals.
"So, Harry," began Amelia, her eyes alight with curiosity, "what can you tell me about yourself"
"Well, I like bow hunting," began Harry, "After I was rescued by the Dursleys, my mother's family cared for me. They taught me how to fight with weapons, but also allowed me to play with other kids, it's how me and Daphne met"
As they waited for their meals to arrive, the group continued their conversation with small talk. Amelia couldn't help but notice the way Harry's eyes lit up as he spoke about his love for bow hunting and his childhood with his mother's family.
"It sounds like you have a great support system," she remarked, smiling at him.
Harry nodded, a fond smile on his lips. "They've been there for me through everything," he said, gratefulness evident in his voice.
Amelia couldn't help but feel relieved. As a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she was always on the lookout for any signs of neglect or abuse in the wizarding community. But from what she had seen so far, it seemed that Harry was well-cared for and loved.
Their food arrived shortly after, causing a momentary pause in their conversation as they dug into their meals hungrily. As they ate, Susan asked about Harry's training as a Shadowhunter and what exactly that entailed.
"Well, it's a mix of physical and mental training," explained Harry between bites. "We train in hand-to-hand combat and weapon proficiency, but we also study demonology and learn about different magical creatures."
Amelia was fascinated by this information and asked more questions about the magical world that Harry lived in. As their meal came to an end, Leto signalled for the check to be brought over.
"I'll get this one," offered Amelia with a smile, pulling out her wallet.
"Oh no, please let us pay," protested Leto. "you invited us after all."
But Amelia insisted and soon enough they were all standing outside the restaurant together as she paid for their meals. After saying goodbye to Susan and promising to keep in touch, Leto turned to Amelia with a grateful smile.
"Thank you again for joining us today," she said sincerely.
"It was my pleasure," replied Amelia with a warm smile, she noticed Harry clutching his right arm "Harry what is wrong"
"Daphne" he gasped, Amelia narrowed her eyes at that.
A burst of bright flames erupted in front of Harry, followed by a small note adorned with a mysterious rune. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the note, an unspoken seriousness overtaking his features. Without hesitation, he pressed a button on his watch and his armor and weapons appeared on him in a flurry of shimmering light. He quickly grasped his stele, drawing a portal rune in the air with practiced precision before darting through the opening and leaving the letter behind.
"What has him leave in such a hurry," asked Amelia as she picked up the letter on the ground and read it out loud.
"Harry, Help! Now!, I am at 52'38'24 N 03'10'25 W with Astoria and Uncle Cygnus. Uncle Cygnus is badly injured, and Astoria is not combat-trained like we are. We are being attacked by a mix of Forsaken and who knows what else, Please come quickly and by the gods that is a lot of forsaken"
"Well," said Leto, "at least we know where he went, I will stay with Susan you go help my grandson,"
"Agreed," said Amelia as she disapparated away.
"Ms. Leto, why are the coordinates there?" asked Susan.
"For the Portal rune to work you need to know the exact coordinates where you want to go," replied Leto
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As Harry rushed to the scene, his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline, he saw Daphne clutching her Spear tightly in one hand. Blood dripped from her right arm, staining her clothes and causing Harry to blush at the sight.
In front of them stood Cygnus Greengrass, tall and imposing, with a ten-year-old girl who bore a striking resemblance to him cowering behind him. In his hands, he held a cracked seraph blade and his wand at the ready.
Surrounding them were creatures that resembled giants, but upon closer inspection, Harry could see they were far from ordinary. They reeked of decaying flesh and were covered in gruesome scars. Despite their size, they wore tattered scraps of clothing that barely concealed their massive forms. These were no ordinary giants – they were something else entirely.
"Aspis" yelled Harry summoning his silver circular shield. blocking a blow that was coming for Daphne's left shoulder.
The battle raged on as Harry and Daphne fought against the horde of forsaken creatures. Harry had his Kopis sword in one hand and his silver circular shield, Aspis, in the other.
Daphne, meanwhile, used her Spear with expert precision, darting in and out of the fray with grace and speed. Despite her injury, she remained focused and determined.
"Okay, who was the idiot to create this much forsaken?" Harry yelled over the sounds of battle.
"Harry now is not the time!" Daphne shouted back as she parried a blow from one of the creatures with her Spear.
"Sorry," Harry replied sheepishly as he sliced off the head of another forsaken with his Kopis sword.
As they continued to fight side by side, Harry couldn't help but admire Daphne's skills. She moved with such grace and fluidity that it was almost like watching a dance.
But amidst all this chaos, they were still outnumbered and outmatched. The forsaken seemed endless in number and it felt like more were appearing every minute.
"Any bright ideas?" Daphne asked breathlessly as she ducked under a swing from a forsaken's club.
Harry racked his brain for any kind of strategy or plan. They needed to get out of this situation fast before they got overwhelmed.
"I have an idea," he said suddenly as he summoned Aspis to block another blow from coming at Daphne's left shoulder.
"What is it?" she asked eagerly.
"How good are you with controlling plants" Harry asked as he dodged a swipe from a forsaken. Daphne's eyes widened with realization as she understood Harry's plan.
"I can manage," she replied, determination burning in her eyes.
Without hesitation, Daphne focused her energy on the surrounding vegetation. Vines and roots began to spring to life, wrapping around the legs of the forsaken and immobilizing them. The creatures roared in frustration as they struggled against the sudden entanglement, buying Harry and Daphne precious moments to regroup.
As the plants continued to hold back the horde, Harry and Daphne seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. With renewed determination, they fought back against the remaining foes, striking with precision and coordination.
Slowly but surely, they began to gain the upper hand. The creatures fell one by one under the combined onslaught of Harry's swordsmanship and Daphne's control over nature.
Finally, the last of the forsaken lay defeated at their feet. Harry and Daphne stood side by side, breathing heavily but victorious.
"That was close," Harry remarked, wiping sweat from his brow.
Daphne nodded in agreement, her expression grim. "Too close," she said softly, glancing over at Cygnus and the young girl who was now safe thanks to their efforts.
As they caught their breath, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Daphne. She had faced the danger head-on without hesitation, proving herself to be a formidable ally in battle.
"Thanks for having my back," he said sincerely, giving her a grateful smile.
Cygnus got up and walked to the pair, "Thank you Daphne for your reinforcement, and quick thinking by sending the fire message,"
"Thank you, uncle," said Daphne.
The silence was shattered by a loud crack as Amelia appeared behind them. She looked at the bodies with her wand tightly gripped in her hand, her expression a mix of shock and horror.
"What happened here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Some bloody idiot created forsaken," muttered Harry through gritted teeth, his anger palpable.
"Forsaken?" questioned Amelia, still trying to make sense of the scene before her.
"Yes," Cygnus interjected with a heavy sigh, "someone foolishly decided to put Angelic Runes on regular humans and..." His gaze shifted towards the lifeless bodies on the ground. "And it caused them to lose their humanity, turning them into mindless beasts that can only attack."
Cygnus then turned to Daphne and gave her a stern look. "Daphne, watch over Astoria. I need to notify the clave. Madam Bones, this is not a matter for the DMLE, but a matter for the Clave."
Amelia nodded solemnly. "I understand, Lord Greengrass," she replied, acknowledging the seriousness of the situation.
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