*Paris*Saint-Germain household*Dawn of the second of June*

Josh Newman awoke with a headache, only to have a vial almost shoved into his mouth by his sister, who he was sure was not there when he had agreed to Harry dumping all of his skill on Transfiguration on his head. An image of a rock turning into a raging chihuahua was both amusing and confusing as it ran through his head.

"Don't you dare accept his dump again," Sophie muttered to him as he carefully watched the vial, "It's a headache relief potion, at least that's what Potter said," She wasn't very inclined to believe him when it was him that caused Josh to pass out from pain alone.

"But it worked," Josh said, pausing to take a drink of the potion, gagging as the slimy concoction slid down his throat, "I feel like I could turn anything on this room to something completely different, I could be laying on a floor of mattresses."

To prove his point Josh focused on the curtains, feeding them his magic and picturing them turning into cats. It did not turn out as well as he had hoped. Oh, the cats were both tabbies, just as he had willed them to be, but that was were it ended. They had retained the soft red of the drapes and their eyes looked way more white than those of any other cat, but the thing was, Josh actually had the talent for transfiguration now.

But it was just that, a talent.

"I think I could use some practice," Josh scratched the back of his head, that he had been successful enough on his transfiguration that he had not left some holes on the tails of the cats, which would have been really gross for both of them.

Harry would latter explain to him, when the prophesy was over, that all the memories had not really given Josh skill, and that he knew that at best Josh would only be able to do half transfigurations like this one until he got the hang of not controlling how much power went to the transfiguration, but the mental discipline needed to correctly turn a material to another thing entirely. It was the same with foci inclinations. If your focus is inclined to defensive magic, you have an easier time to learn such magic, but it doesn't come naturally to you, you can't just say 'shield' and expect a shield to arise.

Josh had the advantage that his mind had assimilated the most prominent memories of the long stream that Harry had dumped on him, that mean that on very deep and twisted level, Josh had, indirectly, already performed complex transfiguration, which was why he had even managed to turn the curtains into something not quite a cat at all.

Harry's method had been radically different to the method that most immortals used to transfer skills. The method elders and immortals alike used was one that connected the mind of the two involved and then made copies of all the skills involved. Sophie had gotten all the skills of the Witch of Endor because their minds had been linked, something that made the transfer go way smother and, compared to the method Harry used, painless.

Harry had used a direct transfer of memories without first creating a link between their minds, so he could not regulate the speed at which the memories transferred other than by setting a speed to how he moved his arm. The speed at which memories moved was way faster, and since the only possible way of doing it was by dumping them directly into the frontal lobe, that meant a pain as the memory place that was unused until then was filled too fast for the brain to process properly without hours of sleep.

The reason Harry had not used the method used by every other immortal was that a requirement for it was the ability of legilimancy, the mind art of attack, to put it as a direct opposite to occlumency, to establish the link between the minds through which the skills would flow. Harry had never practiced legilimancy before, only occlumency, as it was the latter that was needed for advancing in the books that Nicholas had sent him almost twenty years ago.

"He didn't even do a good job," Sophie sighed at Josh's look, "He said you would be able to do it right."

"No, he said I would be able to do it," Josh slowly stood up with her help, "Not that I would be able to do it right away," Josh stared at her, knowing that she would continue to argue, "Just let it go, it's not like I wasn't willing to go through that."

Josh could see that his sister was more than unwilling to drop the subject, but he knew that she knew that of the two of them he was the more stubborn, and therefore he would keep silent for longer than she could keep on insisting that Harry shouldn't have done that and that Josh should have waited for someone to give him the skill.

So they walked down the stairs, where breakfast was already waiting for them, "Hello children," Joan greeted them, I hope that Harry's transfer didn't leave too many after effects."

Sophie looked like she was ready to say something about Harry, which would no doubt be less than flattering, but Harry chose that moment to enter the room, "He'll be having my memories as dreams for a couple of days, but I'm sure the headache is already gone," The man pulled a chair for him and motioned the teens to do the same, "Have you tried out your new knowledge?"

"Yes, I tried to turn the curtains into cats, but, well, they didn't look right," They only physically looked like cats, and even that was an exaggeration.

Joan looked murderous at someone messing with her decor, even if she wasn't particularly fond of the one curtains on the guest room, but before she could tear into the sheepish teen Harry interrupted again, "I'll turn them back to normal in a while, but after that I'm gonna have to leave for an hour or two, I want to rally some support for the final battle, wherever the hell it happens."

"What do you mean, 'Final battle'?" Sophie asked, an afraid tone to her voice.

"We won't be able to outrun the Dark Elders forever," It was Joan that answered, "Eventually it will come to a head to head confrontation between us and them."

"Which is why I'll be talking with a family of wizards here," Harry continued, "Hopefully my name still carries some weight with the European community," he muttered the last part, but it was loud enough for the children to hear.

"What do you mean? Are you royalty or something?" Josh asked, looking divided between screaming at him for not telling them and asking if he would be able to get to high places if he said he was a friend of Harry.

"Or something," Harry took a bite of the breakfast Joan had cooked, an spinach omelet, "The western Europeans, more Britain than elsewhere, worshiped me as a hero because a Dark Lord tried to kill me when I was a baby and his curse rebounded from me and killed him instead."

He would not go into detail about the pieces of Necromancy that kept said dark lord alive between that night almost thirty years ago and the night where Harry had lost his arm to imprison him in a stone knight at Hogwarts, that would take the most part of breakfast, if not longer, and would put him on an even tighter schedule than the one he already had. He doubted they would be on France longer than one day, possibly less than that.

"So because the dark lord was a threat to peace in Europe and threatened to destroy the Statute of Secrecy, the global wizrding law that states that Wizards should stay hidden from the Mundanes, I was hailed as the one that saved the status quo and my name carried weight even fourteen years after it happened."

"So you're a celebrity?" Sophie asked, more than a bit skeptical.

"In Europe I was, at least I still was fifteen years ago," Harry looked thoughtful, "In Asia the people had way more heroes to worship, since it's an unstable place, I think the ICW has to intervene with them way more often than it does with the rest of the world, and in America and the Pacific people were indifference to the European communities, since, well, lets just say that colonies turned way worse on the magical side."

The twins looked ready to ask way more questions, but the timely arrival of Nicholas back from wherever it was he had gone off to interrupted them before they could even start their barrage. Harry was incredibly thankful for that, he wasn't sure if he wanted to explain why it was that Europeans rarely ever set a foot on the US magical community, or on Australia.

"Hello, Josh, Sophie, I hope that both of you are alright?" Nicholas looked tired, not only from not having slept more than three hours, but because of the age that was slowly creeping up on him, it would only be a matter of time for his body to degenerate to that of an eighty year old man, but for now he still looked like a fit man on his fifties, at least, his body did. The eyes, after all, are the windows to soul.

"Well enough," Josh said.

"Good, today will be perhaps even more trying than yesterday, and Josh, I have something for you, I'll give it to you later," Nicholas placated, "But first there are things to be done."

"Yep, Sophie, you'll be learning fire magic from the master," Francis dropped on a chair after kissing his wife.

"And Josh, I am afraid you will once again have to wait for your next magic," Nicholas halted Josh before he could start, "I do not know how your psyche would react to having to assimilate two sets of skills in one day, so please don't argue."

The teen just scowled, not really understanding why he had to wait so long when it had already been said that they would probably be moving again within the day. Why wait when he could be taught alongside his sister? He could handle it, it couldn't be worse than what Harry had done to him, or at the very least he didn't think it would be as painful as what Harry had done to him.

He didn't want to experience that again.

"Fine, but can I at least practice during the day?" Josh asked, not at all happy with once again being left behind in favor of his sister.

"If Nick, Cat or Joan are with you, then there's no problem, I think," Harry nodded at him, "But try not to doo too much, transfiguration is one of the most intensive wizarding arts," Harry finished his breakfast and stood up, "But that is for them to decide and for you to worry about, I'll be back in two or three hours everyone, try to stay low key, teens, and for god's sake, listen to Nick."

He then kissed Scathatch on the cheek, shook the hands of every other adult, and patted the kids on the head, and left through the front door with a swirl of cloth. Nick assumed that Harry had put on the invisibility cloak that had captured the attention of the alchemist many times in the past. He was not sure if Harry knew it, but that cloak was submerged in a power that felt like nothing other than dead, which made Nicholas assume that it was one of the three deathly hollows that Death had bestowed upon mankind centuries ago, almost as many as he had been alive.

He really hoped that Harry would find the support he went out to get, they would need all the help they could get when the Dark Elders caught up to them.

*Magical district of Paris*

The magical district of Paris was, like every single other such district in the world, hidden from the mundane world by a magical barrier that made the entrance appear like nothing other than ordinary for the mundanes. Unlike the Mayan district which was hidden by and aqueduct and the British one which was hidden by a pub, the Parisian district was hidden behind a condemned building that was supposed to be remodeled, but because of a lack of founding wouldn't get around to doing it for quite a while, and to keep the charade going, every once in a while there would be a news article on the newspaper about a new deadline to the reconstruction.

Passing through the barrier and applying the translation charm to himself, a handy thing that he used as convenience more than anything else since he knew enough French to not seem like an ignorant Brit tourist, but there was not really a reason to antagonize the locals by making them correct his every third word, and he really wanted to rally support.

The Magical District had a very big advantage over the British one in that it had been almost destroyed during the second world war, which had allowed the French wizards to rebuild and expand after the forces of Grindewald were driven away by the allies. This meant that while Diagon Alley had a Victorian look to its architecture, the Rue de la Magie had a more modernist architecture to it, with the odd baroque building thrown in, the best example being the local branch of the Gringots bank.

Harry knew from his several contacts with the French wizarding world that one of the ruling families was the Delacour, the same family that had produced one of his rivals to the tri-wizard tournament all those years ago, and while they hadn't had any contact since then, he was sure that with enough name throwing he could get the patriarch to see him.

The reason he was on the magical district was because all the ruling families had their residence there, and it would only take him a few questions to find out which of the residences was the one the Delacours used. He used the knocker to announce his presence and threw up the strongest occlumency shields. The Delacour women, after all, were all of veela origin, and he was not keen on testing his mental fortitude against three part temptresses, even if he was deeply in love with his wife.

The answer to the door came in the form of a man that looked to be on his late thirties, though since he was talking about a magical, it was probably around the early seventies, perhaps even a few years older.

"Mister Delcour, I presume," Harry held out his hand for a handshake, and held it there for a while.

"You presume correctly," the man accepted the handshake and asked, "And who would you be?"

"Harry Potter at your service, Mister Delacour," That resulted in a widening of the eyes, but aside from that, there was nothing that gave away the fact that Harry was still a celebrity, "And I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time."

This got a raised eyebrow, "And why should I give you time, Mister Potter? I am a very busy man, and you are interrupting what little I still have of free time," This made Harry realize that his name did not carry the same weight it once did, which was just as well, he really didn't want it to be the defining factor of the discussion.

"Because, Mister Delacour, if you don't, the future of mankind will be forfeit, and the wizards will suffer."

This was enough to convince the man, apparently, as he ushered Harry into the building and then to the meeting room on the first floor. The silence rulled the room as Mister Delacour called a houself to bring them cofffee, and when it came, itwas Delacour that broke the silence.

"So, tell me, Mister Potter, what is this danger that you spoke about?" Harry took a sip, before putting down the coffee and mixing it with offered cream an sugar.

"Do you know of the Elders, Mister Delacour?" Harry said as he slowly mixed his cup/

"I do not believe you speak about the elders of the ICW," said Delacour as he moved his cup to his mouth.

"No, I wouldn't be concerned if it was the elders of the ICW, no, I mean a species that is older and more powerful than humans," Harry took a sip himself before continuing, "They divided themselves on the wake of human creation, some of them, those now referred to as the Dark Elders, wanted to remain as rulers of the world, and to enslave all species that were not them. The other group, the Light elders, just to make them the antithesis to the Dark Elders, that knew that mankind was to become the next rulers of Earth.

"There was a rebellion, led by the Light Elders, and fought by the humans, that resulted in the destruction of Danu Talis, the city commonly referred to as Atlantis, and the start of the era of mankind, with the help of the Light Elders and the Next Generation, as the first of the Species born to after the fall are named.

"But the Dark Elders did not perish with the town, and they have been lurking in the shadows, picking humans that catch their interests and granting them immortality at the price of eternal service. The Dark ones have begun to make their move, one of their servants, the English John Dee attacked me, and Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel."

"I assume that you want me to request the French Wizarding government to get involved on this fight."

Harry made a show of taking out his wallet and putting a card on the tea table between them, on the side where Harry had written a lot of runes, "I use this as a mean of communication with my friends, similar to instant messaging on the mundane side, I will send you the location of the last battle, whether you decide to help or not, that is on you, Mister Delacour, but know that against this enemy, we need all the help we can get."

"I hope that you realize that this is a very hard thing you're trying to sell, mister Potter," Delacour said.

"I realize that, and if I were on your position, I wouldn't believe it either, hell, I didn't believe it until the Flames introduced me to one of the Next Generation, The Shadow, and not a day ago I was with Hecate of the Three Faces and the Witch of Endor," Harry downed his coffee, looking at the small residue of grains that always stayed behind on coffee presses.

"But I also realize that the Statute won't be able to stand if we don't get enough help to keep the battle site small, and even then, mundanes have advanced so much on the last twenty years that I wouldn't be surprised if the battle got on the internet, that's one of their inventions, it allows instant access to a lot of information, and the Statute would be destroyed,"

And when Harry finished there was silence.

Perhaps it was a mistake, he thought, to come out as strongly as he did, but what he said was true, he wasn't just gathering allies to get a better chance at winning the final battle, but also to somehow keep the Statute of Secrecy intact. He was no fool, almost all religions would declare the heathens as soon as the secret of magic came out, calling them demon worshipers, making mobs and hunts.

But there were also people out there that would be way more accepting of magic, most, if not all children would be amazed at the fact that magic did exist, and that magical creatures weren't just legends, but the problem were the adults, those already set in their ideology.

Harry excused himself, and Delacour led him out of the house.

If magic were exposed, it would have massive consequences, but it could also be the last step that mankind needed to reach its pinnacle. He really didn't know if it would be damnation or salvation that would welcome magicals if the secret got out, so he was going to do his best for it not to come out until he knew that they were ready for it.

I really hesitated on writing the part with Delacour here, mostly because of how much it gives away regarding the way this story is going to go, but if I didn't write it would just be Harry running havoc on a book where he doesn't belong, and there are enough stories, and we all have one of those we like, with one character just messing around with the plot of another series/book/movie/whatever without it having big changes that would fit with his/her/its personality.

I've made Harry into a man that knows when to challenge things, and not someone who takes them as they come or works his best to change the path before him, that's why he challenged Dead while accepting the fact that he couldn't regrow his arm, and it is the same reason that he is not going to lay down and take the punch of the Statute being in peril without him working to stop it, because he has the historic evidence that it works, and this story is on 2010, which, well, the campaign on the middle east still runs rampant, think of what a group like Al Qaeda or ISIS would do to Wizards.