Courting Destiny

The wind howled while the spells shot at each other from different directions, like lightning that instantly shattered. But those dark walls of the basement were unmoved by the power of the spells due to the ancient protection of the runes implanted in them for generations of generations.

At the end of the room, Lord Flint stood like a stone. Not flinching in the midst of the chaos, not even among the spells managed to touch it. Only a serious expression indicates that he is in full concentration. Every spell that shot out silently from his wand, did not seem to drain his energy at all, while the dark energy swirled around him like a giant dome, showing the power of a clan leader.

Every spell that shot out silently from his wand, did not seem to drain his energy at all, while the dark energy swirled around him like a giant dome, showing the power of a clan leader

Harry managed to avoid being difindo just because it was pure luck. But that didn't make him give up or admit defeat. The blood dripping from his temples and the smoky robe burnt marks were unconcerned with him. The high-level spells he whispered one after another, chained and unbroken; fighting abilities that are far above his age, even for adult wizards. But with all that talent, he couldn't even touch a single strand of Gideon's hair. Even his vision is completely useless in this speed-relying fight.

The sound of baritones sounded between the sticks of his spells; without emotion or fatigue, "It doesn't matter how strong your magic is, or how much you know about spells, if you can't do it quickly, then it's useless." Harry hid behind the boulder he created to avoid Crucio—yes, lord Flint didn't hold back at all. It became one of Harry's conditions when he asked the man to train him. Harry knew very well the dark lord would not fight him using jinx biting or jinx knockback.

The man continued as if they were in a normal class, instead of being in a magic fight. "The most important thing is the shock effect. Use your limitations in creative ways. You can make someone fall from a height with Leviosa. You can make your enemies' lungs filled with soap bubbles. You can blow his heart. It all depends on creativity. With the spell of a first-year student-even you can kill someone."

Harry turned the floor at the feet of Gideon Flint into suction mud, but the man easily got out of his trap.

"That's great!"

Harry rolled hard avoiding the explosion above his head. At the same time, Gideon casts a new spell that he didn't have time to avoid. It was not the kind of dangerous spell, but the pressure made his body rush and spin in the air before hitting the wall. Harry fell slumped as he felt fresh blood dripping from his nose. His consciousness was gone and all he remembered last time was the alert expression of the lord Flint.

The cold air swept across his skin. Harry stood on the familiar stone-floored room again. This is not the first or second vision, making him easily ignore the figure of himself lamenting Marcus's lifeless body. Instead it moved slowly through it, it moved like crossing the mist. The surroundings felt hazy and choked, focusing on the tall stone carving with a shrug black wave in front of him.

Sharp whispers sounded, touching Harry like needle. "Harry... Harry... come here..."

"Harry... thy soul sings to me—"

Harry took a breath with one heavy inhale. Lord Flint's anxious face slowly returned to focus. Both of Harry's arms were held as if the man wasn't sure what to do. At the sight of consciousness appearing in Harry's eyes, the man seemed to be relieved a lot. "Harry..."

"How long?"

"Only about five minutes," she said as she helped Harry sit down.

He held his head, "That long?" the man blinked. As if to come to the conclusion that what Harry saw was faster than the time that went on in the real world. But the man didn't seem to want to comment on anything, as if respecting the silent agreement between them not to disturb Harry's vision issues. The man just nodded and said, "We have already practiced."

"I'm fine."

"Maybe it's true. But another 15 minutes, I have to go to the Ministry." Seeing Harry pouting, the man added, "You can continue it with Marcus, if you want." It made Harry light up again and without waiting for Harry's question, the man added, "He's in the ritual room, if you can get him out of there, I'd be very grateful."

"Again? After a long time he can turn into Snape's professor."

The room was one floor below his training ground. With the size of this castle, Harry didn't expect to get there as quickly as he would have wished had he not worn one of the magical shortcuts hidden behind the warrior statue. The passage is narrow and can only be passed by one adult, but it will widen if he brings a friend. He came out coughing with dust and cobweb decorations in his hair. It's not that the elves have never cleaned it up, it's just that the secret passage has always been ignorant of Harry.

Harry opened one of the wooden doors there, but did not immediately find Marcus. Instead he first had to go through the hallways containing the ritual rooms to get to the innermost place, where Marcus used to be. The bright light of the magic flame white torch gave him a clear view of the obsidian floor, a characteristic of the room used to draw runes. Also dark traces of dried blood, traces of the rituals of the predecessors. He wouldn't find something like this at Hogwarts because the curriculum didn't teach him magic at this level. It's not that it's something illegal, it's just that magic that is close to the gray region can usually only be done by those who are experienced enough such as apprentices or a Master.

Harry stood for a few seconds to observe from the clear glass on his door that Marcus wasn't doing anything dangerous enough to be harassed. He doesn't see any extra protection when he doesn't want to be disturbed anyway. As soon as he pushed the door, the sound of magic buzzing filled Harry's five senses, which were now increasingly sensitive. Not everyone can feel it, but Harry can feel the magic on the air, like a gentle touch that tickles.

He saw a blue light hitting Marcus's face, moving in rhythm with the hum of magic, giving color to his back-to-back figure. He stood with a quill whose ink glowed blue followed his movements while drawing runes. Sheets of ancient manuscripts opened next to it, full of intricate instructions that he could see contained in the rune patterns that formed the pentagram depicted on the clear glass that lined the stone table. The dark lord's diary is placed in its center as the center of the ritual. Why is glass clear? "I've never seen a technique like this," Harry whispered, not intending to say it out loud.

But Marcus answered him without losing concentration, "Because this is not the magic taught at Hogwarts," which means it's family magic. It's no secret, if each wizarding family, especially purebloods, passed on their special magic arts in secret. Usually those magics are collected in a book that can only be opened by blood descendants, and even some can only be opened by the Heir family.

Undeniably, Marcus had buried himself in research to find something about the diary. A dedication he never showed, even at a quidditch match. Marcus's reasoning about this matter of life and death is also what has made him realize that Harry also can't just wait until the dark lord actually hunts them down.

"You found something?"

"yes," Marcus wrote down the runes in the air, tapped them and made latin sentence after sentence appear. "I found a fragment of a human soul."

"Dark lord?" whispered Harry in horror.

"No. Probably not anymore; there's a residue of something very dark—if you'd consider it the soul of a dark lord—but it's not. This soul... the rest is still left in the world even if it's just like a grain of dust full of regret, anger, heartache... but the soul is pure."

"What does it mean?"

"That is, the dark lord made this diary with a ritual that required him to perform human sacrifices. The characteristics of this kind of ritual are usually to protect something very important, such as a secret place, a very dangerous weapon or even locking a demon... but doing so must be a sacrifice made voluntarily..."

"But it's not...?"

Marcus nodded. "It's a ritual performed by murder," he lowered his hand, making the blue light slowly dim and vanish. "At the same time give us a clue, what needs to be looked for is a ritual that requires murder and hopefully from there we can uncover what the dark lord did it for."

Suddenly a blue flame shot through the wall and a black bird appeared from it in the air before perching on Harry's shoulder. "What is a letter to me?" he said, pulling the letter from his beak. "Hey! Lest you snatch another letter from an owl, huh?!" exclaimed Harry when he saw Ron Weasley's name on his envelope. "Duh...!" he cast an annoyed look at Marcus.

"What?"

"Can't you teach him not to be so aggressive? It can hurt other birds," to Pheonix it harry said, "I don't know why you're so possessive," but the bird just snores and bites through Harry's hair.

"I'm possessive. It's normal that familiar is similar to the master." he said with a squint, "If it's my will, I've kept you away from all the Weasleys!"

Harry blushed violently, but tried to cover it up by jerking his feet in annoyance. "Ginny is just a friend!"

"I know, therefore I just drove the owl away," he grumbled.

Harry rolled an eyeball and decided to ignore Marcus to open his letter. "Huh. The Weasleys are now in Egypt. It seems that they got a holiday travel gift—Oh! They also include photos." The moment Harry touched it, suddenly his eyes rolled back along with the information that bombarded his mind. He couldn't digest all that vision because it shot so fast. Only a piece of it could digest, and even of all the information, what he remembered was the most terrifying. Harry looked at the full moon, the screams of monsters and the dark-haired man staring with resentment.

When he opened his eyes, Harry was already in Marcus's embrace and sat on his lap. The young man said furiously: "It's certain, we won't receive anything more from Weasley!" couldn't help but it made Harry amused. "You're okay?"

"Uhh... only migrants. Having it twice in less than an hour always makes my head seem like it's about to break," Harry wrapped his arms around Marcus' neck. "Carry me?"

Marcus rolled an eyeball, "Like I don't always just do it, Your Majesty."

The last thing Harry remembered was only Marcus who walked into their room and put Harry under the covers. He heard the young man grumble as Harry wouldn't let go of his grasp. A second later, her clothes changed into a pajama dress and her shoes were bewitched off. But Harry didn't care because the sleepiness suddenly hit him so great and brought him to dreamland.

Harry squirmed between the warmth of the blanket and the softness of the material touching his skin. Act like a satisfied kitten. It blinked for a moment before consciousness actually reached out to it. The warm sunlight that hit her face was apparently what had awakened her from a dreamless sleep. The angle of light indicates it's a good time to go down and have breakfast. He hugged Phantom and invited him to roll to the side of Marcus's bed and was disappointed when he realized that his bed sheet was already cold, which meant that he had something to do in the Ministry of Magic. Her lips pouted irritably realizing that. The sound of the door opening made Harry look up, then instantly blushed.

There stood with water still dripping from the short hair typical of soldiers; flowed through the chin before ending up in his six-pack collarbone and abdomen, the young man was like an adonis. Standing only in black trousers that didn't cover the sticky muscles that adorned his long legs. Marcus deftly dried his face with a towel, before throwing the thing perfunctorily on a nearby sofa and turning entirely to face Harry.

It should be a familiar sight, especially after three years of rooming with him. But instead of getting used to it, the longer it got harry to be fooled. Especially after realizing its far from pure wordness. Harry's breathing paused for a moment when he saw him raise his eyebrows with that characteristic gesture. His dark eyes moved to watch Harry who was still lying on the bed in a thin nightgown, as if he was mapped himself.

Marcus stepped closer, Harry inching away. He closed his eyes as the young man unfurled the blanket hard and confined it with domineering burly arms. It wasn't the first time Marcus had done it, but for some reason now the impression is different. It was like there was a butterfly flying in her belly, making her squirm trying to separate herself. But the young man easily caught her leg and pulled her in her lap.

His memories go to the past; as Marcus patiently applied medicine to each of his wounds, realizing the fingers had touched sensitive areas. His face grew redder and felt like he was on fire as the baritone's voice whispered in his ear, "Are you a sweet dream, Harry," his breath made Harry squirm. He could feel his hard abdominal muscles on his back; is limited only by a thin cloth. Marcus's long fingers combed the mane of his now long hair down to the shoulder, inhaling it with his eyes half closed. His other palm was cupped by Harry's waist, enclosing him protectively.

Harry's legs were still hanging in his lap even though he had experienced significant growth in recent weeks, which led lady Flint to have to buy him a new robe and uniform. Now the top of his head can reach a little higher, with arms and legs that are borne at length, making him feel like a spider. But what Harry didn't realize was that all those changes made him more sensual. Changing it from a child's body to an adult.

Marcus carried him in a sling. Long mirrors and crystal glasses reflected their contradictory figures; Harry, who was only wrapped in a white nightgown, looked fragile and precious, while Marcus was so masculine and strong. But Harry's mind was being filled with something else, like how the arm was rolling on him, or the fingers were touching him. Harry tried not to stare, but he was helpless at the sudden attraction he noticed this morning. An attraction he had never felt before to anyone. Not. He had felt it. At the sight of Marcus looking savage with Excalibur smoldering and dark and heavy magic wafting from his body. The magic that made Harry's legs limp. That dark magic is not like Voldemord's poisonous and stained possession. Marcus' magic feels protective and intimidating. Harry made him drift into that wave of magic. Like when he drifted in his gaze.

Marcus took her to a bathtub already filled with warm water and a therapy scent candle that was burning around her. Tinny, the house elf, stood waiting with a towel. "Ma—Marcus..." slowly the young man unbuttoned the back button of Harry's dress. Made the cloth fall between the corners of his arms and show off his bare back to the world. The fingers traced what had been covered with scars. Harry could only close his eyes and feel his blood churning under his skin, rippling with something inexplicable.

Then he opened his eyes in a jolt.

His breath was still hunting and he felt a strong arm surrounding his body. When he turned his head, Marcus's deep face was exposed. Shaking, Harry slowly sat up and infiltrated out of his blanket. "Master Harry?" whispered Dobby. His round big eyes stared anxiously, but knowingly.

Clutching his nightgown, trembling legs and a scarlet face, Harry whispered, "Dobby... please help me to the bathroom," she whispered, afraid to wake Marcus up.

Dobby's cheeks flushed along, nodding hard, the house elf offering her hand. For a moment Harry looked at Marcus who was still fast asleep and his face was hot when he remembered his dream. He hurriedly entered the bathroom. Apparently this is what it feels like entering puberty.

Under the hot shower, he turned a blind eye. Organizing his mind, trying to figure out if he sees the future or is it just a dream. But obviously, whatever it was had aroused a passion hidden within him. The first youthful passion, and the one he saw was Marcus! He can't stop his guilt and self-distrust. What if Marcus didn't look at it in such a way? Harry was self-aware, in his eyes he must have looked like a child. Just like Percy, Bill, Charlie and even the Twins when treating Ron who is far apart in age with them.

Dobby was already waiting for him with a cup of chocolate milk, knowing exactly how to calm him down. Harry ended up rolling on the couch by grasping the cup as if it were a heater.

"Harry?"

Marcus stood in the doorway. Harry's cheeks flushed instantly, his eyes following the lazy movement of Marcus's hand rubbing his chest and descending on his bare belly. When his eyes rose again, he saw the young man's eyebrows raised. Harry's cheeks were hot.

With a slanted smile and twinkling eyes, Marcus walked towards him, making Harry froze. "Are your muscles and joints stiff? It hurts?" the young man grabbed Harry's leg and placed it on his lap. "It's common after magic duels." Dobby comes up with rubbing oil smelling like lavender. He knew the oil was mixed with potions to relax the stiff muscles.

With a trained movement, Marcus began to slowly massage Harry's legs. Finding his stiff parts and making Harry end up as a meaningless buntelan on the sofa, can only groan with a bright red face. For a second Marcus's hand paused, before starting his movements again. While once again Harry subconsciously made noises that tested Marcus's self-control.

"Come on, you should go to bed soon." Marcus carried her in his arms. From his shoulder, Harry saw Dobby rubbing his eyes with a handkerchief with a big smile. The house elf squirmed with his ears circling around before ducking low and disappearing instantly.

"Huh?" he really couldn't understand the house elves.

His second year of living in Flint Manor made him know more ins and outs of the magic community more than he could read in books. As a secret community, it is only natural to find the layers behind the layers of what the eye seems to be because it is the true nature of this community. As does the Ministry of Magic; the political movement there is not as structural as you might think; where the Prime Minister presided with a council of wizards accompanying him. Not. Behind it all, the original Ministry was located. Controlled by rumors and family power, the political movement is not caused by policy, but rather because of the Wizard family alliance movement that is like a chess piece.

Gideon taught him through game strategy, chess, shogi or even igo. But his favorite is chess with the rules of the North Sea. Unlike the Imperial rules or the rules of the western kingdoms, the North Sea rules chessboard is five lines wider and hence there are also more pieces to play. This style of chess specializes in a variety of fighting tactics similar to warfare. Instead of having two queens, there are two warships there. And there are only four bisops and four knights. The main key is that, if the piece does not move in one turn, the row where the pawn is located will become the route of supply. If any pawn of yours gets into that line, they will be able to move more than once in one turn.

That's what he often did towards the afternoon with the lord. His cold profile sat in front of Harry unreadable. I don't know what was in mind of the man who decided to raise the two Heirs. It must be full of plans such as warfare on the board. Therefore, Harry was not surprised when in the middle of the game the man suddenly said, "I will send you to Paris."

Harry looked up. Did not comment and chose to wait for the man to give his reasons.

"I want you to be with Marcus paving the way for an alliance with the French government," the man moved his knight and picked up Harry's piece. "The dark lords will not stand idly by for long and we cannot rely solely on the British Ministry."

"What should I do?"

"Nothing. After all, they won't believe it if the Dark Lord comes back." The sentence contained the hidden meaning that Harry didn't need to do anything other than show his qualities to build alliances. Anyone knows the alliance wasn't built overnight and lord Gideon gave him the opportunity to choose those wizarding families capable of supporting him in warfare knowing he could not rely on wizards in a country involved in a civil war.

Harry nodded, "Sure, lord Flint."

"I know, I can count on you. But remember, you don't just carry the name Potter, but Flint too."

"Leave it to me," Harry said as he slid his fortress, "checkmate."

Paris in the wizarding world is not much different from that in the Muggle world. The city had something that made it seem light in the air. Unlike london whose walls are dotted with soot smoke, Paris glows golden when sunlight hits it. The stone streets decorated with long canals hide narrow alleys that give it an adventurous impression. The sound of laughter is often heard between the sidelines, as often as finding a partner making out.

The hotel they were staying in was one of the most lively alleys in the wizard district. It's almost like a diagon alley with its hubbub as it approaches Hogwarts' new teachings. The difference in this place is that there are more variants from the wizarding world. No wonder the fasions of the French are above average, because the fashion in this place is changing in the blink of an eye. Instantly they looked striking as British with Marcus' stiff and formal fashion of dress. Harry stared unblinkingly at the blond man wearing tassels and rendera, the smell of flowers wafting as he passed by. "So flamboyant," Marcus commented flatly, not at all impressive.

Harry smiled at the sight of the young man also no less popular than his foreign charm

Harry smiled as he saw that the young man was also no less popular than his foreign charm. If people here like flashy and light clothes, Marcus's other style than others gives him a mysterious and fascinating impression. Enchanting, Harry? His inner self flushed. Marcus raised an eyebrow when he saw his reaction, but he ignored it by walking a few steps forward. His steps came to a halt as Marcus' hand pulled his collar and said, "We're staying here," while shaking his head.

The hotel was right on the side of the road with a few stone steps between the pillars. Just like other magic buildings that didn't seem spacious from the outside, it wasn't until he passed through his door that Harry felt like he was getting into Griggots so vast. The receptionist greeted them cordially, saying he was not the first state delegate to come for a dinner at the residence of the lord of Delacour.

"It seems that the Delacour family is quite distinguished and respected," Harry commented as he threw himself into their bed. Yes, their bed. Harry didn't really notice it until he actually walked into the room. It seems that Marcus doesn't want to end this habit either. Harry was curious if Marcus still didn't want to let him sleep alone knowing Harry often had nightmares? But unlike most boys, Marcus didn't seem bothered even though Harry undermined his privacy. "Is there anything you can tell me about them? why did lord Gideon ask us to come to represent him?" his eyes followed Marcus's backline as his shoulders moved untied his shirt, showing the sticky muscles of a swordsman. The scar flashed silvery in the light.

"Hm... the Delacour family has Veela blood. Unlike Malfoy, who hated the blood of his ancestors, Delacour used that privilege into a family power. They realize the advantages of being a bridge between wizards and magical creatures. Give them a strong magic alliance with non-magical creatures like Veela, Werewolf or even Vampire."

"Werewolf?"

"Far from what the wizards thought in England, the laws of magical creatures in Europe as a whole, especially in France, are not that strict. One of the reasons why the dark lord's propaganda is difficult to get through the wall full of discrimination in the UK. Our society often forgets we are not the center of the wizarding world. Maybe we do have the oldest magic school, but it's really not the best. But a lot of purebloods just turn a blind eye to that, even though our curriculum is already far behind," Marcus lay beside Harry and pulled him in a hug. His nose infiltrated the nape of her neck, making her blush and squirm with amusement. But his attention was still on Marcus's apparently unfinished explanation.

"Dad must have realized the advantages of getting international support from that kind of family. Especially now that it is the prime minister's election period and Monsieur Delacour is one of the people running for office. It would be very advantageous to have the support of the Surviving Child as well as the Merlin Knight," he pushed Harry outstretched and moved on top of him. His dark eyes looked sharp with silver halos adorning them. Harry's hands could feel the hard muscles from under his thin shirt.

Harry's breathing was slightly choked as he said, "I didn't realize the title had such great political power that it could change the direction of politics..."

"Wizards are not ratioal, Harry. What makes us wizards is the so-called muggle legend. For the closest people to Merlin, Paverell or even the three founders of Hogwarts, maybe they are just ordinary wizards who are more talented, but for the magic society they are symbols and role models. This kind of people will always seek an alliance with the owner of the strongest power, no matter how ridiculous that person is. One of the reasons why Tom Marvolo Riddle can rise up and become a dark lord. Without his followers he is nothing."

"Huh, you're right."

"I'm always right."

"Don't act like Hermione."

Marcus grinned, "I'm just more handsome."

Harry flushed and turned his face away while pouting. He gasped as gentle pecks felt in his ears and neck. "M-marcus?"

"Hm?"

"A-what are you doing?"

"You think?" the peck moved to Harry's neck.

"Em..." Harry turned bright red. It's not that he's that innocent to not realize what Marcus is doing. But he couldn't be sure whether this young man was serious or just teasing him. With marcus's sadistic humor, Harry needed to support twice what the young man was doing. As the hand fingered her waist, Harry squirmed away, "Stop it, it's amused!"

Marcus snorted and laughed as he buried his face in Harry's neck.

"Duh, what's the matter with you?."

"That's the PR you need to work on," Marcus nodd his forehead.

"HEY!"

The sound of knocking on the door interrupted them. Marcus got up with a smooth movement like a jaguar to open the door.

"Uh, who?"

"Only the waiter delivers the welcome service."

"Welcome service?"

"For the honeymoon."

"Huh?!"

The young man just bent his shoulders while putting down a bouquet of wine and chocolate. "It just so happens that what I ordered is a honeymoon suit."

Harry looked at the surroundings and instantly became scarlet. That's right, in contrast to ordinary rooms, this room is much more spacious with romantic décor. Pastel colors and towels shaped like geese kissing each other, as well as candles... "Ke... why are you ordering..."

"Hm? There are discounts for couples. Why not take advantage of it? Even if we have money, by utilizing that facility we can get high facilities at low prices and also chocolate," he explained, stuffing chocolate beads into Harry's mouth which automatically chewed it.

"Em... you're right. No one thought that two male wizards were on their honeymoon anyway."

Marcus raised an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?" looking completely confused.

"Because they can't get married?"

Now Marcus looked completely confused, "But they can!"

"Huh?! I know there is an adoption, but I think wizards really uphold descendants because of their blood..." he stopped talking when he saw Marcus laughing so hard that he fell to his knees.

"Oh, Harry," he still chuckled. "No one forbids the marriage of fellow men in the wizarding world because for the problem of offspring it can be solved through potions! One of them could get pregnant!" she flicked Harry's forehead.

Harry's squealing and red is out. "So..."

"So Harry," Marcus pushed him to the bed, "Be careful that someone might mix fertility potions on your food!"

"Duuh! Let me process it! This is too beyond logic for me!" Harry pulled the blanket over his head, listening with annoyance to Marcus's unfinished laugh.

Harry was still grumbling if he remembered the incident. Apparently there is still something surprising to him in the wizarding world. No one bothers to explain to her because for them it's a natural thing like the color of the rainbow or the blue of the sky. He didn't want to tell Hermione about it because surely Harry would be hit with a magic history book because he didn't try to read the rules of the wizarding world even after three years as a wizard.

The sun had long since set when Marcus took her for a walk. He thought the young man would take him through the romantic streets of Paris, visit a café or even see the Eiffel tower. But with Marcus' character, Harry should have guessed it if it would be like this.

The streets they walked through over time became quieter and turned into narrow alleys with high brick walls that made the corners dead. A rat street suitable for the hiding of criminals. "Where are you going to take me?"

"Friend. You've already met them."

"Huh?" Harry poked his head. Marcus's friend, means... "Those two Vampires?"

"Yeah."

"Hm... their school is off?"

"Their school is different from other magic schools. There is no term for holidays or curfews. The professor didn't work to arrange you. If you want to go in you want to, if you want to go, it's your choice. If you fail, then the stakes are your life. Even the professors there won't stop the fight unless it's already very disturbing to the public."

"It seems to be quite dangerous."

"The students there are dangerous. No one wants to curb the Vampire or werewolf or even the dragon."

"Dragon?!"

Marcus shook his head, "not a dragon dragon. But man-dragon. Half-dragon man."

The dragon is already bad enough, and this is the witch dragon?!

Marcus flicked a protection spell on them and pulled down the hood of Harry's cloak so as to hide his face. Harry could understand why the young man did that; Those black markets are not like Knockturn Alley, they are much more dangerous. The wizards there did not cover up their dirty affairs at all. as if this place was untouched by the law.

"If you are curious why the French government allowed this place to be like this, it is because starting from this alley, the authority is not on the French Ministry. The authority is under the Council of Magical Creatures."

"The Hall of Magic Creatures?"

"Welcome to the dark side of the wizarding world," a mysterious whisper sounded right in his ears. Harry turned around with a sickly pale face, a spell already at the end of his wand. But before that Marcus had already held his arm. He didn't seem anxious in front of two mysterious hooded men.

"Stop fooling around," Marcus grumbled.

The two chuckled and took off their hoods, revealing the familiar faces of Hacan Tremere and Seth Ravnos. Seth smiled with a wide mouth that clearly showed his fangs and Hacan sprawled with a straight face, saying, "I guess you haven't explained anything to her."

"I've only gotten to the interesting part," Marcus said. Then they walked together down a path filled with people selling suspicious items. None of them were stupid enough to show off their faces. Except for those two Vampires.

"If you say it gets to the interesting part, it must be a matter of the Council."

"You want to explain it?"

"Well, who is the most suitable to explain this besides the magic creatures themselves," Seth grinned. He put his arms around Harry's shoulders. But Marcus suddenly pulled Harry out of his arms. The two vampires blinked before bursting into laughter. "Wuh, what a protective!"

"Does that mean we can't taste the blood?" asked Hacan still in his flat tone of voice.

Harry was kind and hugged Marcus tighter.

"Oh stop teasing him," Seth said. "Well, let me explain the dirty affairs of the wizarding world," the young man opened the door of the tavern and led them to the quietest part. "This place hasn't changed," he commented, raising his hand to order two glasses of fresh blood and ale. "So where was it just now?"

"Council of Magical Creatures?" whispered Harry, not wanting to talk too loudly in this place, even though he knew the ears of magical creatures were more sensitive than wizards. Seth grinned, with a flick of his finger, soundproof bubbles wafting between them.

"Interesting part. As the name suggests, DMS consists of representatives of different races of magical creatures, or what you guys call monsters," he flaunted his sharp fangs. "Unlike magic symmetry, DMS doesn't rule our community. Or at least DMS hasn't gotten to that point. I don't know how many centuries to come, maybe we also have a Ministry that can rival you guys. But for now, DMS was created to mediate conflicts involving Magical Creatures. We can't let there be a seizure of territory between the Vampire and the Veela, right? That disgusting creature," he grinned.

"But I never heard of it... DMS..." Harry whispered.

"Of course! That's not the knowledge that's being indulged in. Even among the magical creatures themselves. Imagine if the Ministry of Magic found him. Even people like—especially people like Dumbledore don't know it. The French ministry of magic only regarded this place as a dangerous part of the wizarding world. They did not annihilate it because the Ministry knew this place was needed for the balance of the wizarding world. They need it. Where do you think those potions masters found rare and illegal items for his academic studies? Where did those purebloods get their wealth? Even if they turn their faces, they realize they need this place."

Hacan chimed in, "But what they don't realize is even on a black market that moves without rules, there are people who make sure it's still moving without rules; without any interested people using it or drawing muggle attention to us. Those people are dms."

"But why does Marcus know? Why tell me?"

"But why does Marcus know? Why tell me?"

"Well," Seth took a sip of his drink. Gave a red stain on his lips, "the Flint family has been a part of us for a long time. Not once did his family lend a hand to help with our world affairs, and vice versa. After all, if the first generation of hereditary always goes to school in Avalon, the connection is inevitable."

"And for you, Harry. We can't let you make the balance of the wizarding world one-sided."

"I—"

"Don't take for granted the political power you brought, The Surviving Child. You are a descendant of the nobleman Merlin and His Royal Highness Paverell. Maybe the title didn't mean anything to wizards, but the old ordinance never left us, the magical creatures. Just imagine what it would be like if you weren't aware of our existence and tied your alliance solely to wizards out of naivety and stupidity. The wizarding world is not only composed of wizards, but it has been quite a while since they turned away from us. If this is continued without any intermediate bridges, it will not take long until a civil war occurs between magical creatures and wizards. The rise of the Dark Lord is a testament to the dissatisfaction of the running system. The next question is, what will you do when the Dark Lord is invincible?"

"Are you going to still let the Ministry of Magic be the same as before. Let the discrimination continue?"

"Then it won't be a century away, I guarantee that the civil war will happen again."

Harry looked at them with a sickly pale face and wide-eyed eyes. He could feel his breathing become short-lived. He didn't realize, until this moment, that all he had to think about was more than being a proper heir to Potter. "I'm still thirteen..." she whispered softly.

Hearing that they all smiled, even Hacan patted his head gently. "We know. But nothing is too early to start. Let's just say we think it's a personal matter to help you."

"Already, stop talking about depressing affairs," Seth muttered, "Do you want to go for a walk, Harry?" he moved to lift her in a sling. Unlike before, Harry doesn't feel scared even though he is a Vampire. Marcus remained close to him anyway and he didn't seem anxious.

They took Harry to see stalls selling strange things such as rare herbs, which must be illegal. Magic tokens and assorted things Harry didn't recognize. They stop at the pet store. From the outside, it seems less dangerous with the normal magic animals on sale. But as soon as he went inside, he turned his head twice because he couldn't believe the animal in the iron cage was Nundu, even though it was in a static state. He walked a few steps away from the cage and clasped Marcus's arm tightly.

"Anything you are interested in?"

"Uh," Nundu, Harry shuddered in horror. Then his ears heard the low boisterous voice of the comment from the back of the store.

$"Smelly old witch, how many times have I said I don't like her mouse to die. It makes me have a stomachache!" $

$"Oh, shut up. It can't hear you, old bangka." $

$"Like you're not old." $

$"At least I'm more special than you, the rice field snake." $

Harry gnawed Marcus towards the commotion. Ignoring the hiss of threats. He has never seen a place that sells so many snakes. Mainly because of the witch's fear of snakes. Even if they are sold, they are only the kind that can be taken for potions, not exotic snakes like this. Harry ignored the overly talkative and his eyes crossed on the snake that was rolling farthest away from them.

It is separated in its own cage, rolling while burying its head. The snow-white color of her skin reminded her of Hedwig. As Harry approached, his head popped out and his eyes opened looking at Harry. The green eyes are identical to emeralds flashing with magic. As soon as he saw the shadow of the future where the serpent was rolling in his chest, returning his remarks and with him in the midst of the spells and the smell of blood wafting. $"Meet you,"$ she whispered.

The snake blinked, $"You can talk?" $

$"I can speak your language. What's your name?" $

$"They call me a white snake. But I call myself Akkura"$

Harry blinked, realizing he wasn't an ordinary snake because usually snakes weren't very intelligent to realize their names. Usually snakes recognize themselves like my name is black who lives in a burrow. $"Don't they realize what your name is and just call you a white snake?" $

$"They realized I had magic, but they didn't know what kind of person I was. I was Akkura, the great snake, the controller of water and rain," he blinked.

$"Great serpent, why do you leave yourself in parentheses,"$ Harry brought his face closer. He heard a surprised and anxious voice from the shop owner, but he was sure Marcus was coping with it as long as he concentrated with the snake. $"I'm sure you can easily escape from here." $

$"Because you're coming to pick me up. I see this as the only way we can meet." $

Harry gasped and got goosebumps. He whispered, though aware that no one understood what he said except the snake, $"You can see the future?" $

$"No. It's just that sometimes the future comes to mind,"isn't that the same thing.

Harry straightened up and said the shop owner, "I want this one."

"Are you sure? It's pretty wild and venomous. Some people have been bitten."

Harry looked at Akkura, $"They were trying to take me. Of course I bit him because it wasn't the Master," his angry hiss made the shopkeeper agitated.

Harry grinned. "I want him."

"Don't blame me when you're injured," the man whispered as he slowly opened his confinement. It screamed stifled as the snake's head moved to peck, but Harry immediately grabbed it before there was a commotion. Marcus, who even knew that Harry could talk to snakes, was quite tense. But the snake just rolled in Harry's arms and hissed—Marcus wouldn't admit it,but it sounded like a smug hiss. Harry grinned at him while showing off the snake, "His name is Akkura. He said he was already waiting for me to take it because of that he bit all the other potential buyers. It seems that he has a little ability to see the future."

Marcus blinked and sighed, "Isn't that irony?" he grumbled to himself. Harry pulled out a curious head that was only reciprocated. "He won't bite me, right?" Harry asked Akkura. The snake looked up observing Marcus and blinked. Suddenly he nodded excitedly and hissed. "What is he doing?"

Harry stared in confusion as he hardened his shoulders, "He laughed, oh... he wants to feel your skin—don't be afraid, it's the snake's way of recognizing you. He will remember your smell." Harry brought the snake closer to his arms and instantly Akkura slid into his shirt and moved up until his head emerged from his collar. "It seems that he likes you. He calls you a friend," Harry blushed.

"It seems that he didn't just call me that?" Marcus raised an eyebrow. Harry blushed even more and pulled the snake back at him.

$"I love it, master. He is sharp and has very strong magic. He can give you a lot of hatchlings"

Instantly his mind was carried to their talk of the elixir of fertility. "What's the matter with the red like tomato on your face?" He squirmed in shock when he realized Marcus was speaking right in his ear in his sensual voice. While covering his ears Harry cast an annoyed look. "You're getting cuter when you pout," she commented flatly.

Harry blinked while nagging and instantly his face grew redder. He could imagine the hot steam coming out of his ears. "Stop sagging—" Harry's eyes followed the little girl who walked past him. His whole body was covered in a cloak and only a small part of his golden hair appeared. But what caught his eye was his misty eyes, as if he was walking between shadows. The little girl joined forces with someone with a hood equally dark, her posture was like a mature man. This is not the first time he has seen a child here, but for some reason he has a bad feeling—his hand moved outstretched and touched the fading shadow and then his eyes no longer saw the dark street full of stalls, but a warehouse burning with giant flames. The smell of roasted meat wafted strongly, dotted with the screams of children. As he came back to his senses, Harry stood slumped in Marcus' arms while his hand stretched out. The two Vampires looked at him with serious looks while Akkura hissed loudly questioningly in his ears.

"I didn't know you were a Seer..." Seth's whisper.

The sentence jerked Harry. He glanced at Marcus briefly before looking away. Even if he never covered up his abilities, Harry never really explained to the young man. Although it seems that the people closest to him know it, they have never confronted Harry. As if there was an agreement between them to maintain the status quo.

Unaware of Harry's dilemma, Hacan asked, "What are you looking at?"

He swallowed hard. "A little girl. He felt important. But if we can't save him maybe his life will be in danger—" he said, seeing the castle on fire and the sound of the dark lord's laughter. Harry held his head. "We must save him before it's too late."

"Do you know how to find him?"

"All I know is he's here..."

"Hm... but without blood or smell it's almost impossible even for Vampires."

"I-I probably know a little bit of a way... but I've never done it... I need a pendulum..."

"As for fortune-telling?" said Seth. Harry nodded. "I'll get it for you. This place sells anything. You guys wait for me in the tavern," he said before running away.

Without saying much Marcus picked him up. Harry put his arms around and buried his face into her neck. He could feel that his whole body was still trembling because of his vision just now. He is used to seeing scary events in the future. But nothing can be compared to the future that immediately becomes a nightmare in seconds without him being able to prevent it.

"You definitely need a map," Hacan said as he spread out an object that appeared to suddenly emerge from his hand, "I conjure it with my memory. I guarantee this is accurate, Vampire's memory," he winked.

"That's an extraordinarily high technique," Marcus muttered as he observed the details.

"It's pretty easy when you've got a photographic memory."

"You use the term muggle..." Harry whispered in astonishment.

Hacan grinned, "Vampire the easiest creature to blend in, darling."

"I got it!" Seth suddenly appeared in the shadow and put the thing in Harry's hand, "Now do your magic, Little Merlin."

"I'm not small," he grumbled, and cast a scathing look at the three looming young men around him.

"I'm not small," he grumbled, and cast a scathing look at the three looming young men around him

Harry flexed his shoulders and stood in front of the sprawling map. He's never done this magic, but in theory it's pretty easy to do if you actually have Seer's abilities. He felt Marcus's protective magic rise up giving him a bubble of privacy.

Harry concentrated his magic on the Pendulum, in his mind he recalled his vision of the girl. Her pale face, her golden hair and misty eyes. The pendulum in his hand began to rotate, slowly clockwise. Its sharp iron tip aimed at the map, as if searching. Then the movement stopped and Harry blinked his eyes. When he looked up, Seth's face was only a few flicks from him, "Woa!"

"Your eyes turn white, so interesting," he muttered.

"So the girl is in this warehouse?" said Hacan as he observed the place where the pendulum ended.

"You know what this place is?"

"yes. Former bar. It's in the red light district. It's not the right place for Harry, he'd better stay here."

"I'm coming!"

"Grayling—"

"You guys don't even know the girl's face. I'm coming!"

Marcus stared at her fiercely, "That's a place of prostitution, you know."

Harry blushed, "Ka-you can carry me!"

"Hm... maybe it can be used as a disguise. But you need to call Marcus dad—" before Seth could finish his remarks, Marcus first bewitched him with a sound-removing spell.

"From?"

"Don't think about it," Marcus said, holding him up in a sling. "Come on. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we leave here."

"Duh~ are you going? I'm not even done messing around," Seth grumbled. But no one cares about it.

The location of the building was not as far as Harry thought. It only took a few hidden bends and gangs of rats. Harry understood why Marcus didn't want him to come along, because every time he saw a lot of women in almost arguably minimalist clothes wandering around hawking him. Harry was far from being naïve for the size of a boy his age, but seeing it inside his head, seeing through his own eyes, was completely different. This place made him anxious. He doesn't like anything in this place, even the smell. Had they not been with the two Vampires, Harry had no idea what had happened to them while surrounded by those women. He could hardly believe that there was a wizard who worked so low.

As if he could read Harry's mind, Seth said, "There are some wizards who spend their time honing this technique, you can call it a succubus technique. Many of them are not just comfort women, but also assassins."

Marcus pulled Harry's face and didn't take it off, "Don't look at them."

With a blushing face, he had no choice but to observe Marcus's exotic dark eyes with silver halos adorning them. Before long they were already standing in front of an abandoned-looking building. "This is true?"

"It seems so," Hacan whispered as he sniffed the air. "I smelled blood and the protection here looked extraordinarily strong," he said as soon as he stretched his palms like touching a barrier. And from there came out electric tongues. He kept pushing his hand forward as if trying to get over his barrier and squeezing it in his grasp. Suddenly, the voices of the screams and cries of the children were loud. In the palm of Hacan's hand was now left a white ball that was emitting an electric lick. His body trembled violently as he absorbed the energy and his eyes glowed white, "This one with magic is really amazing, I want to suck his blood," he whispered with a predatory smile.

"I've never seen magic like that," whispered Harry in awe.

"That's one of Hacan's special abilities as a Vampire," Marcus explained. Then to the two Vampires he said, "What do you guys think this is?"

"Child trafficking?"

"That's what I'm afraid of. But what's the matter of abducting children?"

"Well, there are a lot of things, especially if they are Veela."

"You sure?!"

Seth tapped his nose, "100%"

"I hate those who hurt children," Hacan said.

"Destroy?"

"Destroy."

"

Then they broke in indiscriminately

Then they broke in indiscriminately. He only had a second to hear Marcus whispering in his ear, "Close your eyes." Before he saw the fire burning. Harry opened his eyes wide. Didn't care about the horrible scene in front of him. Maybe Harry would vomit and hate himself if he was a Gryffindor with sharp morals and unshakable black and white principles. But he was Slytherin and he stared at the world by realizing what it had to offer; not only happiness and peace, but also destruction.

And so Harry saw, just as in his vision, how the world burned around him, how blood was shed under the sharp fangs and what it looked like to sink in Marcus's sensual magic as his wand danced in his hand.

With less than 10 seconds the place was already razed to the ground. Leaving the giant iron cage filled with young children who rolled in fear. They were dirty and injured, and some of them were even unclothed. Harry pushed himself down and his feet stepped on their own through the open confinement door. His hands were supinely hugging the little girl, who was now annoying in his arms. "It's okay. You survived. You're going home. You're going home," and the little ones ran around hugging him, even Marcus and the two Vampires. weeping with relief for being rescued.

Harry looked at Marcus sadly. Both of them understand that these children have tasted how cruel the real world is. They will remember forever how it erased their naivety and innocence. But Harry hoped that their souls would be as sharp as a sword capable of slicing injustice in this cruel world.

"Hey, what's your name?" asked the girl.

Harry smiled, "Harry Potter."

The sound of gasping sounded. "Harry Potter."

"Really? Harry Potter?"

"Did you come by riding a dragon just like the story my mother often reads?"

Harry chuckled lightly, "I'm not riding a dragon. But I came with three knights. Knight Merlin, Count Marcus Flint and—"

The two Vampires cut harry off, "Hacan Tremere, the Vampire Knight of the Order of Hermes, is at your service," he gave a peck in the hands of one of the girls.

"Seth Ravnos, Prince of Night Sword, at your service," he said, conjureing a white rose in the air and giving it to the little girl who was now giggling happily. "If you may know, how do we call you, my lady?"

"Namaku Gabrielle. Gabrielle Delacour."

Suddenly they understood how big this matter was.

xxx

Harry scanned the children lined up to be treated by Marcus, while the two Vampires spoke seriously. If these kidnappers even manage to abduct the children of the magical nobles, it means that they are dangerous enough that they need to intervene in DMS. Harry turned to the three kidnapper men who were now frozen. They are still alive for the benefit of introgation. Seth suddenly said to Marcus, "I'll call the board members. You guys wait here." Before it disappeared in the shadow in an instant.

Seth was gone long enough that some of the children fell asleep in Harry and Marcus' lap. Harry had never met Veela, let alone seen them up close. So he was a little astonished by the slightly pointed tips of their ears, and it seemed that they were happy as the part was gently sucked, reminding him of a puppy. But not all Veelas are pointed-eared. Gabrielle is almost indistinguishable from humans, perhaps because the veela blood in her is not very dominant. But Marcus once told her, on the half of Veela, their appeal only came out when they reached puberty. But all these children are synonymous with their beauty like dolls. Maybe that's what got them kidnapped.

"Gabrielle!"

"Pope!"

Seth not only came with the councillors, but also Monsieur Delacour. The man didn't seem as neat as the photos in the newspaper. Her blonde hair was awful and seemed to have not slept for days looking at her eye bags.

"Heir Potter, Heir Flint, Heir Tremere," the man who came with Seth came forward reached out to greet them in turn. The man did not appear to be more than twenty years old, but had an aura as if he was an ancient person. If the fangs that appeared when he spoke were proof of this, it is likely that he was one of the Vampire Elders who became a member of DMS. "We really thank you," the man said as he scanned the debris and the children who survived. "I'm going to make sure of the punishment for them myself and uncover it to the root. I'm sure there's a mastermind behind all this that they can kidnap lord Delacour's daughter," he looked sharply at the three people who were left frozen.

Suddenly Harry's hand was tightly grasped, "I have heard it from Gabrielle," whispered lord Delacour, "I really owe you a favor, Heir Potter. All the wealth and magic I have is nothing compared to what I owe you for saving my daughter. Truly. I'm really grateful. You're really our hero, Harry Potter."

Harry shook his head, "I'm not a hero. I'm just doing the right thing. I was helped by another."

The man nodded and smiled from ear to ear, "It's really humble."

"How could Gabrielle be missing?" asked Harry innocently.

"He was missing when he escaped our scrutiny when we went shopping in preparation for tomorrow night's dance party. I almost canceled that plan even though I knew there were a lot of important people coming. But I couldn't party while Gabrielle disappeared—"

They exchanged glances with each other, understanding how dangerous it would be if the party had been canceled. There will be many political interests that are neglected and can result in divisions. Especially if any of the pureblood family are offended. Is it possible that the kidnapping had the hidden intention of thwarting the party? Hacan nodded and Seth spoke to them silently, 'I'll investigate.'

"Heir Flint, Heir Tremere, Prince Ravnos. I don't know what I can give to repay you guys for the favor. I'm really grateful."

Seth shook off his hand, "It doesn't need to be like that. We can't let the family alliance have trouble anyway, right? That's what we're trying to form an alliance."

Marcus nodded, "There's nothing to reciprocate."

"Still. I won't forget this debt of favor," he pecked the top of his daughter's head. "If I lose it..." the man almost shed tears again. But Gabrielle rubbed it, "Don't cry, papa. I was saved by Harry Potter, you know. Like the princess in the story. This is really great! Fleur can't believe it!"

The man smiled, "I'm sure Fleur is happy to hear your story, sweet," she pecked her forehead again. Then to Marcus he said, "Let me invite you to live in my house. I know you guys at this time must be staying in the hotel. I can't allow my daughter's hero to live in such a place."

"But—"

"I beg you. Accept this offer."

Marcus smiled knotbly. "Alright. But we need to take our things in the hotel."

"You can come through the fireplace. I'll put you guys in the key. The password is Delacour Manor." The man's gaze fell on the silver bracelet on Harry's wrist, at a glance his eyes flashed with silver before a smile suddenly cracked on his lips. "I'll make sure to welcome you and your soon to be consort," he said his last sentence in French and winked.

Marcus laughed. "Sure lord Delacour. Can't wait to be able to exchange opinions with you soon."

"I believe we will have an interesting conversation, especially regarding the issue of the magic society, Heir Marcus."