Chapter One: Discoveries

A/N: [inner dialogue] and <communication>. Since I’m writing this I’m making it possible for Underage wizards to do certain spells at certain times with prior approval if done through the ministry.

St. Louis, Missouri. Early Morning.

“CHERRY!” Anita screamed. “Shit, Micah call Dr. Lillian.”

“ What! What’s wrong?” Cherry ran into the room with Zane, Gregory and Vivian trailing behind her.

“It’s Edward, something’s very wrong with him. He’s bursting with Magic! And he’s not waking up and he defiantly hot.” Anita said moving to the side so Cherry could get to him.

“Shit. He’s got to be hitting 104 temp. His body is reacting badly to it. Unless we get this temperature down quickly and drain off some to the magic his brain is going to fry.” Can you pull off some of the magic?” Cherry asked.

Anita closed her eyes and opened her shields. She was almost thrown back by the force she was feeling. <Jean Claude?! Have you ever seen this? I can’t touch this power is not like anything I’ve felt before, though it’s close to a witch’s power.> Anita felt Jean Claude looking trough her eyes and sorting through her mind for her impressions.

<Oui, ma petite> Jean Claude’s voice whispered in her mind. <Only once though, a dark sorcerer discovered the means to steal an infants magic during the first hour of life and make it his own. The children he did this to appeared to have no magic what so ever, all the magic and the strength that the child would receive as they grew older went to him.>

<But Edward’s not a sorcerer, he’s a null!> Anita thought back furiously.

“Nathaniel, run a cold bath hurry!” Cherry said. “We have to get this temperature down now!”
“Doctor was near by visiting a friend she’ll be here in a couple of minutes.” Micah informed them.

<I did not say he was ma petite, I believe he is the child. When it was discovered what he was doing the Council slew him. Magical children are a blessing, when they are adults they are usually what Masters look for in Human Servants. After the sorcerer was slain, the magic was released back into the world to make its way to the children. The children he stole from had mild fevers. The ones that had great gifts and were older had high fevers. It is possible that your friend had his gift stolen as a child. He must have had a rather great gift for his fever to be this high and for him to be in pain.>

<Fine. How do I fix it?>

<I do not know, ma petite. The only thing I can think of is draining off the magic and let it return to him gradually.>

“Bath’s almost full.” Nathaniel said striding back into the room.

<I can’t touch this power, Jean Claude.>

“Zane carry him in there.” Cherry Commanded.

<There is another way, but I do not think either of you will like it ma petite.>

<What do I do?>

<You can do nothing ma petite. However a vampire could drain off the extra power.>

<How?> Anita thought back, as Edward was lowered into the bath.

<Do you remember how you healed your pomme de sang, when Colin infected him?>

<You’re right I don’t like it. Shit.> The door bell rang and Anita hurried down to get the door.

< Oui, ma petite. I do not believe that Edward is in any shape to give consent right now.>

Anita checked quickly and opened the door. “Thanks for coming quickly, he’s upstairs.”

“What am I dealing with?” Dr Lillian said as they both quickly went up the stairs.

“Short version, some asshole stole his magic as a baby, they died and now his magic is back and is burning him from the inside out because he has too much. His fever is bad. We don’t know how long he’s been like this he just popped into my room out of thin air, literally.” Anita relayed. Dr Lillian started checking over the Unconscious Death.

Anita started weighing the options. She knew Edward would hate it, but it would save his life. She glanced out the window and caught sight of a small picture fame on the window sill. It was a drawing of a penguin that Becca had colored in and sent to her after she had returned from Arizona. [Shit. I can’t let Donna and the kids down. I have to save him if I can.] <Jean Claude, who can you send?>

<You will allow someone to drain off the energy, ma petite?> Jean Claude asked.

<Yes. I won’t let him die. If he dies he’s getting cremated though, just incase.> Anita sighed.

<Of course, ma petite.> Jean Claude chuckled. <I am sending Damian and Byron to you; they only fed briefly to night. They shall also bring the medical supplies needed to help your friend recover from blood loss.>

<Thank you Jean Claude. Why not Asher though?>

<Damian is truly yours ma petite, Death knows this and knows that Damian will never try to control him in anyway. As for Byron… I would not risk Asher, ma petite. Byron is acceptable as his mind control is not strong and he has also done something like this before. They will be there soon. Call me if you need anything else ma petite, chance je t'aime bonne.>

<I love you too.>



Surrey, England.


“Finally!” Harry exclaimed as a ministry owl swooped through the window. Harry handed the owl a treat as thanks and tore open the letter.

28 June 2003
Madam Telwin
Office of the Department Regulating Underage Wizardry
Ministry of Magic
England


Mr. Harry J. Potter
4 Privet Drive
Little Winging, Surrey

Mr. Potter,
This letter is to inform you that your formal request to perform the spell “Ostendo sum cruor prosapia” in conjunction with the simple potion made of water 7 drops of your blood and (2) 3oz bottles (we do suggest you use 5oz bottles due to age of your family) of color changing ink, has been authorized to be preformed at 12pm on the 29th of June 2003, (Tonight!). You may begin to mix the potion no sooner than 11:45 on the 28th, and the spell must be done with in 5 minutes before or after midnight, the closer to midnight the better. This spell is approved under The Degree for underage wizardry. Section 28, paragraph 12, line 7c. ‘Formally requested spells in advance regarding family heritage’. Good luck with the Family Tree Spell Mr.Potter.

Sincerely,
Madam Telwin
Department Regulating Underage Wizardry
Ministry of Magic


“YES! I got it!” Harry jumped in the air and fell back onto the bed grinning. After requesting a copy of the decree for regulation against Under Age Wizardry. (He wanted to make sure after that incident with Aunt Marge what the law was.) He found he could perform magic if he asked in advance for specific purposes. Finding out about his family so he could possibly get them to believe him (if only because Voldemort may try targeting them) was something he could to. He needed to stay busy or he would go insane. Already he was angry because no one from the wizarding world was bothering to fill him in on what was going on. His friends wrote to him that they had to swear to not reveal anything, though they were still exchanging books. Hermione sending copies of notes of very useful spells, jinxes and curses she found and Ron and Neville sending family books.

He had been reading almost non stop since getting to Privet Drive. He took an old paper grocery bag and made it into a book cover to hide what the book was about and was usually out of the house and at park under a nice shady tree reading. He was rather on edge as he had been since the tournament and would frequently glance around when he finished a page or a couple of paragraphs. Every time he tried to tell himself that he was being paranoid he would hear Mad Eye Moody’s voice ringing out “CONSTANT VIGILANCE” in his head. Even if he was a fraud it was still good advice, especially with Voldemort out there. Harry was starting to see why Hermione was always with a book. The amount of information out there was huge, and even as much as he read, he knew he wasn’t making even a dent. Harry read most the day only stopping to go in search of food or a bathroom or to stretch. His Aunt and Uncle were thrilled. He maybe had spoken two dozen words to them this summer. The few times they had yelled was when he woke up screaming Cedric’s name. And that was only to shut up or be quiet. It wasn’t happening often anymore. Of course he was afraid to sleep. Harry grabbed his bag and headed down stairs for breakfast.

“BOY!” Uncle Vernon yelled as Harry walked into the kitchen.

“Yes Uncle?” Harry asked as he went around his uncles back to sit down at the table.

“You are to mow the lawn and clean out the gutters today before you do anything else after breakfast. And don’t even THINK about writing those freaks you call friends and complain. You stay in this house and eat the food I pay for with my well earned cash you pull your weight. Understood?” Vernon said glaring at him as his Aunt Petunia gave him a rather small portion of food.

“Yes Uncle.” Harry replied. Maybe he’d luck out tonight and he could find other family that would take him in. [Hell, anybody who isn’t a supporter of Voldemort, is mostly sane and has a shred of common decency would be better.]

St Louis, Missouri

“His fever’s broken.” Lillian said looking up at Anita.

“What happened?” Edward whispered.

“You’re alive.” Anita said firmly. She nodded to Lillian to leave the room

“Figured that. Why do I feel like a semi convention just rolled over me?”

“What was the last thing you remember?”

“Some creep who got off on stealing babies' magic dying.”

“Oh. So you know that there are spells that can completely steal a child’s magic.” Anita said slowly.

“It was some background info.” Edward said as she held up a straw to his lips so he could drink.

“Well there was something that wasn’t in the info.”

“What?”

“We think that you were one of the babies.”

Surrey, England: 12:30AM


Harry stared at the parchment in front of him. He had been for the last twenty five minutes. The names were still appearing on it, it was a good thing he took the ministry advice about the amount of ink to add. If he really bothered to pay attention to the names appearing he probably would have recognized quite a number of them as distant cousins he went to school with or names that he vaguely recalled from History of Magic class. But all that he could focus on was two names closely together.

Harry James Potter in purple, which according the meaning that he was alive and a wizard. Above him were his parents’ names in blue meaning that they were magical and deceased. Next to his mom’s name was his aunt’s on the right with Dudley under her and her marriage recorded in black symbolizing that they were muggles. His maternal grandparents in grey (muggles, deceased) but what really had him staring was on the other side of Aunt Petunia, and under his maternal Grandparents.

The name was Edward Evan Hunter, and it was in bright purple.