A/N: So I have read some of these and honestly felt disappointed with the wasted potential, so much to be done but many railroad the story and it becomes Insert=Saito, a test on my end to see if I can break that wall.

This is either the first or second of my HP/FOZ fics both open the same but after his arrival things change.

A/N2: A rewrite of the previous version of this chapter, tightened up a few things and changed some events around, also explained a scene better this time.

Usual rules of my fics apply, No season 2 used or even referenced, no railroading into canon and no bashing.

Civil war in Albion. – Started before story so no reason to change it.

Tabitha's mission. – Tied into the above.

Louise's Engagement. – Back story.

Forquet's attempted robbery – Again already in the school.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Familiar of Zero not owned by me.

V 2.0

Tristain Academy

"My Servant that existed somewhere in the vast Universe, my divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call, I wish from the bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear."

And with those words uttered by an apparent failure of a mage, the fate of two people and two separate worlds would forever been changed, one who wished for recognition and one that wanted none of it.

But fate isn't kind and the spell neither, finding one that could fit the bill it reached out to him but his path had yet to be chosen and one that would affect hers though whether in a good way or bad would be up to chance.

Dursley's Home

Never had the Dursley's house felt like a home, in many cases a prison would be a more apt example, the bars on the window adding credence to the idea, but since his arrival last week from his fourth year it seemed more and more like solitary confinement.

Worse so was the nights, the nightmares, each one seeing the sickly green glow of the spell and Cedric's dead body fall to the ground, it didn't help that as he stood there watching the scene unable to move or even yell out to warn him the body while lifeless would tell him it was his fault, the blank eyes that pierced into him and then the laughing of Voldemort and Wormtail.

He would wake up in a sweat screaming and within moments the loud banging of his uncle on the wall telling him to shut up could be heard, and he would curl up and hate himself more.

The aftermath of the tournament itself had been a mixture of confusion, accusations and anger, sure the Tri-wizard tournament wasn't a safe event, people did die it was one of the reason they had added the rule this time around to prevent people below the 6th year joining, the last one was open to all and the very untrained young wizards or witches were quickly killed.

Lying on his bed was the best he could do some days, after making the breakfast for his relatives Harry had retreated to his room, the oversized clothing of a pair of Khaki trousers 3 sizes too big in waist that with the belt fastened folded several times in certain areas, and a baggy cheque shirt in brown and grey that when loose fell close to his mid-thigh.

As Harry stared at the ceiling he felt anger, anger at everything and everyone, Dumbledore was one of his targets, the fact he had the gall to demand to know if he had put him name in the cup or had asked someone else too, Dumbledore should have known after these years that he wanted a quiet life away from the press, the other schools he could accept as far as they knew he was 'Harry Potter Boy Who Lived and media whore', but not the headmaster.

Then there was his friends, Hermione and Ron, it wouldn't be a stretch to say he loved his friends, but they put too much stock in Dumbledore, he needed them now more than ever, he forgave Ron for the early betrayal because he was his first friend and needed that but he needed someone to talk to, someone to understand the pain he felt and as such he felt anger at them.

In fact the only wizarding contact he has currently had was a mysterious advanced copy of the Daily Prophet, the headlines stating THE BOY WHO LIVES in large letters with a picture of himself holding the body of Cedric, the words in the headline would change to THE BOY WHO LIES, the article written by Rita Skeeter the shrew woman that would be bottom of the list for accurate reporter of the year.

The sound of Hedwig hooting in the corner and the frantic flap of wings broke him out of his self-depreciation and anger, the sounds were cut off abruptly, almost like someone had cast a 'Silencio' spell on the world, sitting up he noticed a weird void in his room.

Jumping off his bed he grabbed his wand, the void was a vertically aligned oval, a very similar sickly green colour to the killing curse, the edges looking a mixture of fuzzy purples and red like when the TV was just turned on and warming up.

The void seemed to just hover there, sounds like a voice chanting but unknown gender seemed to come from it, Harry would consider himself a curious person, but with the very real threat of Voldemort hanging over his head the chances that this was one of his ploys was high.

He knew Voldemort was a flashy man that liked a spectacle but he was a smart one too, it wouldn't be too out of character for him to quietly kill him then parade his corpse down Diagon alley on a pole, or use some kind of puppeteer spell and have his rotting body dancing to a merry tune, no Harry wasn't taking a chance and tried for the window, opening the pane he tried shaking the solid bars hoping the damage done by the Weasley's car had weakened the wall, it hadn't.

Turning back to the void it remained still for a moment before it lanced out like a pool of green liquid metal, encompassing his arm Harry struggled to free himself, his wand and wand arm firmly encased in the substance, the voice on the other side became clearer, it was a girls voice but it didn't register well in his mind, a trap had appeared and while not triggered by himself it had triggered itself and ensnared him, yelling out in fear and anger Harry felt the hot tears run down his face, he felt he would die and no one would know it.

A sharp tug from the void felt like it would dislocate his arm but it swallowed him and he saw a sea of stars then blackness.

Tristain Academy

With the spell incanted Louise pointed her wand at the summoning area, the mutters from the unorthodox incantation ended as everyone held their breath, her eyes clenched shut as she hoped against hope that her perfect record of failure would be broken her family wouldn't accept anything less than a summon, however her record remained intact.

The explosion wasn't as powerful as expected of such a ritual, dense smoke filled the summoning area as wisps spread out to those brave few closest to the area, a few coughing fits from inhalation of the smoke, Louise flushed, her face matching her hair and eye colour, she looked at the column of smoke her eyes watering slightly, it was the same every time with her spells, fireball, explosion, alchemy, explosion, healing, explosion, summoning…..explosion.

"The zero strikes again, killing her familiar and trying to kill us." A voice spoke through the coughing turning the noise into laughing.

Louise rubbed her eyes and she put on the notion of coughing, few would question her eyes that close to the explosion, she was forever going to be a failure, Wardes would cancel the engagement and she would be cast from the family.

A serious coughing fit caught her attention, the location being the reason, inside the cloud, Professor Colbert acted quickly, as teacher of the class he had kept an eye on his students and knew they were all accounted for, waving his staff a short gust of wind cleared the area revealing a young dark haired man.

"Where am I?" Harry spoke more to himself.

He aimed his wand out instantly, training and far too many experiences with death causing the reaction, the tip of his wand pointed directly at the closest two people, the pink haired girl and the balding man.

His eyes darted to the group, students by his guess, the girls largely wearing white blouses and skirts, the guys white shirts and trousers though a few customisations stood out, he wasn't falling for it, not everything Voldemort did turned the area into dark foreboding locations, he would have liked that to be the case, but he was slowly building a case of paranoia.

He stepped back taking a duelling stance, his head swivelling slightly as he looked for exits, cover and locations to provide advantages from, nothing, flat grass of a lush green, walls too far away to make, the towers too and two moons?

It caught him flat footed, a pink and blue moon, while Frank Sinatra had sung about one and certainly Earth's moon turned blue sometimes Harry didn't believe it was quite this literal. The pink one was just raising more questions, a his and hers moons?

He shook his head and focused on the current situation, the 'students' were talking in an odd language, the venerable zoo of creatures at the back was eyed with suspicion, the large blue dragon and small red thing with the fiery tail that he thought might be something from the recent card game and Gameboy game that was becoming popular.

He eyed the dragon, it didn't look anywhere near as tough as the horntail, even without his broom he could take it, a few area spells, a Patronus to run interference and a healthy dose of Bombarda spells would solve the problem.

"Why am I here?" He turned and locked eyes with the oldest, the man with the blue jacket.

Both held the stare, Harry noticed the man's eyes seemed to hold a mixture of confusion and fascination in them, a coldness buried beneath that but only just like it was waiting for release, Harry had no doubts that the man was prepared for any hostile actions from him, but he too was ready.

Movement from his left caused a reaction from Harry, turning he aimed his wand and fired off an incantation.

"Incendio!" A stream of fire burst forth setting the grass alight and leaving a wall of fire between himself and the pink haired girl that had actually taken a step back to seemingly avoid the possibility of attack.

More movement from this right as the oldest man aimed his staff a bolt of fire erupting, the incantation taking several seconds and firing a slower moving bolt of flames, Harry blocked with his rapidly cast shield charm before sending a disarming spell.

"Expelliarmus." The invisible and unexpected counter sent the staff clattering away.

Harry raised his hands signalling what he hoped was no ill intent, he was high strung, afraid and confused calmness was needed but his heart was racing a torrent of magic filled him, something not normal to himself but if felt both off and seemed to overpower his spells.

The man in blue seemed to understand his intent by nodding and waving down the class, Harry briefly eyed the others several wands and a staff were aimed in his direction but clearly wary of his rapid disarming of the oldest amongst them.

A call out was heard again in a foreign tongue as the man said something to the collected students, a thin boy with blond hair and a rose rushed off towards the largest tower.

"A mistake, yeah must be, but where am I?" Harry muttered to himself, his wand lowered but still in hand, no one in their right mind would just stay docile under these circumstances and wait for whatever was to happen to happen, he had come a long way from his first year and the trials.

A few moments passed before the fire died down and he took stock of his first target, pink hair, the colour seemed to important in wherever he was, pink eyes too, short, a couple of inches shorter than him, his mind going to the idea of her being a metamorphmagus, the idea was filed as unlikely, the twin moons telling him he wasn't on Earth even if he still refused to accept that on sanity grounds.

The air remained thick with emotions to Harry as they waited, fear, suspicion, excitement, impatience and he was almost certain lust, he tried not to look around in confusion at that one for leaving himself open, he was certain to fifty percent of a percentage to ninety nine percent that the bronze skinned woman with the large breasts being touted from a form fitting blouse was the culprit, Lavender had seemed to come into that herself with half the Gryffindor males at the start of last year, Neville and himself had agreed it was a terrifying thing.

More movement caught his attention from the distance, the blond mop of hair and an older man were moving at a hurried but comfortable pace towards them, had Harry not remembered the headmasters of Beaubaxtons and Drumstrag he was almost certain the old codger with a beard type was a prerequisite for being a magical teacher.

The old man seemed to take centre stage as the pinked haired girl and balding man moved towards him, Harry watched as the trio spoke in a mixture of hushed tones from the one and loud words from the girl that sounded pleading.

As they spoke Harry went through a list of combat and utility spells that would help him if things went south, Malfoys snake summoning spell mixed with his parceltongue, a small scattering of cutting, bludgeoning and exploding hexes and Ron's infamous slug spell, the last one would be an interesting one to use against the threats.

He felt his leg twinge in pain as they trio turned to him, shifting from his battle stance to another he watched as the old man seemed to mime speaking and listening while pointing at his wand.

Harry shook his head, he wasn't buying that, fool him once wasn't even an option, he had no support or friends around paranoia based smarts was the best bet at this point. He watched as the man began casting anyway, what culture took a head shaking no as a yes?

The spell hit….the girl. Harry was confused, he heard the incantation but couldn't fathom the meaning of the words, clearly not Latin, but the spell seemed harmless to the girl, the old man motioned again to the wand, Harry shook his head again.

The air seemed to fill with annoyance, he knew he was being unfair but cared not one bit, history would judge his actions, though he could be a bit more trusting with these people who had only done a single hostile action in retaliation to his own, but that meant nothing, the winner wrote history and no winner even made their actions as anything other than heroic or necessary to the situation, he wasn't going to be a third party to his own life story again.

More gesturing from the younger man now followed, his face scrunched up in annoyance, the wording was still illegible to him though it was loud, he didn't get time to wonder as the pink haired girl screamed something at him before he felt an impact and fell to the floor, his last moments of consciousness were him cursing not keeping an eye on the others.

Summoning Field

The trio looked at the offending attacking mage, the crooked staff held out by the quiet blue haired girl Tabitha was moved back to a normal position.

"No progress was being made." She stated levelly. "A translation spell can now expedite the issue."

Colbert sighed, while it was true it wasn't going to help their case to the young mage, though he idly noted the girl had spoken more then than she had in his presence last year, shaking the idea from his head he began moving closer slowly expecting him to jump up and launch a barrage of fire spells and other dangerous magicks at them all.

Upon closer inspection a few abnormalities of the boy were noticed, his clothing, the baggy oversized cloth suggested some form of hand-me-downs, the style wasn't expected either, the top having no buttons or anything but a large image that was cracked and faded.

The trousers too, a blue and white material that in his opinion looked hard wearing but comfortable, while not a style he recognised and certainly again oversized by the belt around his waist they suggested fashionable clothing.

To Colbert he didn't have the trappings of a noble, but he was clearly skilled in battle, blind-siding not withstanding his deflection and counter were quick and precise, the young man had seen real battle to do that.

"Now Ms Valliere, please complete the ritual." Colbert turned in shock at Osmond's comment.

"But he's a noble." Louise spluttered.

"Maybe, however even the nobles must bow to our tenants, you summoned him." Osmond replied before noticing Colbert about to speak. "Jean, I know what you are going to say, but the repercussions for Ms Valliere are severe either way, but this is the best option we have."

Colbert sighed, maybe it was, maybe it wasn't but best options weren't truly the best, whoever the young man was, was he really going to just smile and accept this? The fact he wasn't allowing anyone to cast a spell on him even the translation spell showed he wasn't in a trusting mood.

"Sorry young man, but you have been bound for all your life to another person." Colbert muttered sarcastically. "Yes, that will go over well."

The student body themselves had moved in with the situation disarmed, Colbert looked up causing them to all step back slightly, he idly realising his face had taken on his old combat persona, he quickly schooled it.

"Ok, everyone but Ms Valliere is dismissed." Colbert clapped causing grumbling from the group who began flying away with their familiars in tow.

Louise stood frozen during this, Old Osmond wanted her to bind this person? A mage? She could only wonder what her mother would say hearing this, it was known bad news travelled faster than good, already the other students would be penning letters to their families about her, another disgrace she had piled on her own family.

She looked down at the unconscious boy, he was young, about her age she figured, tanned skin of someone that spent a lot of time outside, shaggy black hair that covered something. She brushed his hair aside as she knelt down, a scar! In the shape of a lightning bolt.

"Professor!" She called out before pointing at it.

"Interesting, it's an elemental rune, but on his forehead? When he wakes up I should ask him." Colbert coughed in embarrassment seeing the two looks he was getting. "Please continue."

Louise felt her face heat up, her first kiss with someone her own age, the distance between the two slowly decreased as she moved forward, she didn't like this one bit, he was a noble, an unconscious noble.

She muttered the incantation to finalise the spell before her lips softly touched his, something 'clicked' inside her head as she felt the spell complete, raising back to her knees straight she touched her lips feeling the lingering warmth.

The small afterglow failed to remain when the boy spasmed, his back arching as he writhed in pain, his face twisted and morphed as expressions of pain, fear, anger and raw hatred battled to become the dominant force he was seemingly mustering.

"Professor!" Louise parroted her earlier call.

"Something's wrong Osmond, mages were never meant to be bound."

The trio tried to hold down the writhing boy, the strength in his frame belayed his size as the three had trouble holding onto him.

A splatter of blood his Louise's face as she tried to pin down his arm, the forearm flailing wildly as she noticed the back of his left hand split open as symbols seemed to carve themselves into him of their own accord.

A scream of inhuman nature escaped the boy's mouth as with even more strength than before he sat bolt upright throwing all three off him, black ichor poured down from his scar as his eyes opened to reveal pupils of the same black colour.

Louise rushed back to him from her thrown location as a howl like wind through trees seemed to emanate from the scar itself, a cloud of smoke like a wraith burst forth taking the shape of a face.

The smoke enveloped her causing lancing pain before it circuited the area wailing out as it slowly dissipated into nothingness.

"Ms Valliere, are you ok?" Colbert asked as Louise was again on the ground staring at the sky.

"Urgh, my head hurts." Louise replied before she passed out.

Infirmary

The saying the more things change the more they stay the same seemed apt for Harry, his eyes opened to the usual blurring vision, swiping to the right he felt his glasses within reach and put them on to reveal, an infirmary, he groaned as his whole body felt on fire, pain inside his head like a thousand needles stuck into icicles rammed into his head.

His mind tried to follow what happened, he was at home being ignored as usual, a green portal, another world, and then he got hit. He nodded at the chain of events, looking around he noticed a mound of pink hair resting against his bed, a pair of small hot hands holding his left arm.

Harry stared at the girl pinning him down, the closer inspection from earlier gave her an almost doll like appearance that made her seem even younger than him, his eyes followed his pinned arm to notice a series of marks burned into his skin, red and angry, vaguely looking like Roman numerals.

"Ah! You're up, I'll get the headmaster." A woman spoke entering the room.

Harry watched as the woman shot back out the door before returning and pouring a glass of water.

"For you, you must be thirsty." She then left quickly leaving him a bit bewildered, he only then realised he understood what she was saying.

Using his only free hand for not wanting to free his trapped one from the girl he grabbed the glass, sipping the water he found the taste strange, smelling it before trying again he realised the absence of cleaning chemicals, it was like Hogwarts, the water wasn't processed like Muggle water and had a different taste, licking his lips realising he was indeed thirsty he quickly downed the tepid water.

The infirmary quickly became crowded as the matron reappeared along with the two men and a woman with green hair, trying to work out that one too he felt stirring from his left the loss of pressure on his left arm saw the girl wake and to himself yawn cutely.

Taking the freedom Harry rubbed the slightly numbed arm as he eyed the trio watching him as the matron went about her duties.

"Now, I believe we can talk, I must say you were quite stubborn, the student that attacked you has been reprimanded." The old man spoke.

Harry didn't believe that for a second if only on the virtue of the balding man shooting a shocked look at him.

"Still introductions are in order, I am headmaster Osmond but everyone calls me old Osmond, I run the Tristain magic academy you are currently at, this fellow is one of our teachers Professor Colbert and the lovely lady with white cotton panties is argh!"

Harry watched as the old man fell to the floor, the out stretched foot of the blushing woman told him what happened. His mind registering the name of the academy he was in he hadn't heard of it, but then he only knew three magic schools.

"Ms Longueville."

"Harry, Harry Potter." Social decorum was needed for future communications, knowing names helped that as Harry introduced himself. "How did I get here? The school I mean."

Harry needed to be careful now, while he had spent many years of his life being given abridged information and even sometimes completely falsified accounts he knew that it can help when in trouble.

"You should respect your elders Ms Longueville." Osmond got back up rather quickly for the impact.

"And you should stop being a perverted old man." The woman rounded.

"It's a funny story really." Osmond turned back to Harry as he pulled out a large oversized pipe, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, funny stories were often never funny to the victim. "The young lady to your left, Ms Louise Valliere summoned you as her familiar."

Harry felt his blood run cold, Hedwig, Crookshanks and disgustingly enough Scabbers were familiars, pets, while the golden trio always looked after their pets and outside of Ron and his rat respected them well he didn't think a human familiar would get such treatment, the term house elf came to mind.

"Hilarious." Harry replied his voice laced with sarcasm and venom. "But I refuse."

"I told you Osmond." Professor Colbert stated next to him.

"I'm terribly sorry, but the binding has been complete, that." He pointed to the raw wound on his hand. "Is proof of the binding that…"

Osmond's voice was cut off when his hair caught alight, the magic inside Harry igniting his hair, a few seconds passed before a water spell put it out.

"Impressive, to cast magic without a wand or incantation, you must be some prodigy." Osmond recovered again with remarkable speed. "But enough of that, the bind was done."

"Without my consent." Harry spat out. "Put yourself in my shoes, would you want that?"

"Well….." Osmond looked away awkwardly. "Breaking our tenants is sacrilege, if I had the choice."

"But I didn't." Harry broke in again. "Now where is my wand?"

"By here." The woman handed him his focus which Harry took in two fingers.

"Now headmaster, I am pissed off enough here that I can see myself throwing around unforgivables, I wonder how many here can survive the killing curse?" Harry poked the tip of his wand.

Harry gripped the wand properly before jumping out of bed almost knocking over Louise in the process, a surge of energy filled him as secrets of magic he didn't, hadn't and shouldn't know entered his mind.

"So tell me headmaster, why shouldn't I just deal with you now? From Colbert's comment you were the instigator and the pink one here would by my guess have been against it too."

"The shade young man." Osmond blurted out causing Harry to pause, what shade?

"Shade?"

The whole room was filled with a mixture of anger, fear and confusion, the Matron had hidden beside her desk while Colbert was moving his staff ready.

"Yes, when Ms Valliere sealed the spell a shade burst out of your rune on your forehead, I dare say we thought we had killed you."

Harry reached up and touched his infamous scar, the usual rough feeling of scabbed flesh was different from normal, a thin groove of healing flesh now rest there instead.

"Ah I see, ok I forgive you." Harry stated lowering his wand.

"Really?" Osmond looked shocked by the turn of events.

"No." Harry raised his wand again rolling his eyes, who in their right or wrong mind would just accept that? "But you will answer my questions. Now what was the shade?"

The group looked at each other before settling their eyes back at the hostage taker.

"It was in you, shouldn't you know?"

Harry would admit they had a point there, which only beggared the question as to what the hell this apparent shade was? This naturally assumed they were telling the truth and not weaving some elaborate ruse, but he couldn't see that from his current position.

"Describe the shade." Harry commanded.

"Black, smoky, a face, wailing."

"Voldemort!" Harry spat out, the image sounding like the one from his first year. "That wanker!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief at least it was gone now. "Still break the binding, and I will thank you for removing that from my head."

"We, uh, can't young Harry, the binding is permanent."

Harry's wand was now pointed at Louise, the girl glared up at him as he briefly sent his own glare down at her, she shivered at the coldness of his gaze.

"Kill the master, free the familiar, that work?" Harry asked as Louise stepped back up against the wall.

"Now, now, let's not do anything hasty." Osmond put his hands up in a placating gesture. "The binding has never been done on a human before, I think, maybe we should calm down and get some rest, it will give my staff some time to dig through the old texts and find something, can you give us until tomorrow?"

Harry wanted to reply he had already rested from being attacked, but agreed, he felt tired, not in the physical sense, he felt significantly more powerful than usual at this point, he felt mentally exhausted, too many emotions had passed through him.

"Ok." Harry agreed, aside from the whole summoning, attack and binding, now he thought about it maybe he shouldn't agree.

"Very good, Ms Valliere here will be your liaison, I will assign a personal servant from our staff here too, and Ms Valliere please take him to the guest quarters."

Louise nodded fast enough that Harry was certain her head would come off, he would question her later, she seemed more pliable to an interrogation, he pocketed his wand at that signalling an end to the current hostilities.

With that Osmond turned and left with surprising haste, Ms Longueville hung back a few moment longer, a wan smile on her face that spoke of someone used to the old man and apologising for him, Colbert stepped forward.

"Harry, can I call you Harry?" A nod allowed him to continue. "May I see the rune, I need to know what I am looking for."

Harry raised his fringe getting Colbert to shake his head, Harry looked at his left hand belatedly realising which runes he meant, he had spent enough time with people asking about his scar it was becoming a Pavlovian response.

"Hmm, old, very old." Colbert seemed to burn the image into his mind or a hole through Harry's hand. "Ok, I will see what I can find, and Harry, please don't blame Osmond, while he is a highly progressive man, sometimes issues are bigger than ourselves, Osmond was thinking about wider things, I know we lose sight of the people when that happens, but he isn't happy he had to do that."

Harry nodded in understanding, not acceptance, how many times had people suffered for something like the greater good? It was like Dumbledore, the man tried, oh Harry knew that, his constant trying to handle all his responsibilities and help a young teen deal with a megalomaniac meant it was difficult to switch from head of several organisations to the kindly grandfather type figure he had been in the first year.

With that Colbert too left leaving only the matron who was keeping herself busy and himself with Louise, he looked down at the girl that was doing her level best to round Harry without making it obvious.

"Co-come, Sir Harry." Almost bolting passed him Harry allowed a sad smile on his face, it was like second year, fear of him.

As they left what was the central tower Harry got his first non tactical look at his surroundings, fields of lush green grass waving in the breeze, the sun was low on the horizon, not yet late but straddling the line of afternoon evening, the grass itself showed no paths or wander lines suggesting magically hardened grass.

White stone walls that wouldn't be out of place around a castle joined the parameter towers in a seeming ring, the only oddity was each smaller outer tower connected to the main one, except one.

His eyes tracked up at the sky, blue with a hint of purple, the sun gold as his one, but there still hanging and mocking him were the pink and blue moons that were the biggest and more glaring fact he wasn't on Earth anymore, he felt himself tremble at this, anger and sadness warred, he wanted to yell out and cry.

Louise paused sensing her charge and familiar had stopped, turning around she put her hands on her hips a brief flash of annoyance crossed her face, the earlier confrontation slowly fading from her.

"What is it?" The impatience in her voice evident.

"Just, I'm a long way from home." He muttered before moving again.

Louise wasn't sure what that meant really, it made some sense, he neither spoke the common language nor acted like he knew where he was, sure he used magic and his appearance was similar to their own, but aside from the small similarities he was completely alien to her.

Deciding that saying nothing instead of causing more upset and the potential for more magical based threats Louise moved towards the tower again, the guest tower had a similar layout to the students one, multiple rooms per floor from the first one up and a large common space for relaxing outside of the assign room.

It spread out before him, he was almost certain it was Time Lord magic, the space spread out with tables and chairs in lavish carved wood, book cases filled with tomes and text he couldn't understand the script of and a currently unlit fireplace, several sets of stairs leading up to the first floor ran around the edges of the circular building.

"This is the guest's common room, I guess you have it to yourself today, let's go left." Louise faltered not sure how to deal with the mage.

Harry nodded as the two climbed the left most and closest stairway up to the first floor, a series of doors leading to private rooms, the light coming from several windows with candles unlit ready for the evening.

"This is your room, all the rest are empty, the stairs at the end lead to the next floor and beyond, you have access to the roof from there."

Opening the heavy door Louise entered first followed by Harry, the large room certainly gave the impression of class, he could fit the fourth year Gryffindor bedroom into this room and it was to be used by him?

A large bed that clearly to him was bigger than a standard double was the first bit of furniture he saw, four poster bed too, a set of solid clothing storage lined the one wall, wardrobe, chest of draws and vanity, a table and several chairs and a cabinet filled out the room, a lush oval rug was the sole floor decoration a deep red with gold patterns.

Harry spent a few moments searching the room, checking the draws and various storage spaces, the draws slid open solidly but with the obvious nature of not being sliders, there was nothing in them but it made sense that the guest rooms would be empty.

A knock on the door prevented a more thorough exploration of the room, the two looked at each other before Louise sighed in annoyance.

"It's your room, but fine, enter." She called out before the door opened.

A young woman in a maid uniform entered carrying a tray, an ornate bone china teapot and matching cups, a wisp of steam escaping the spout, a small pile of sandwiches sat neatly on a plate.

Harry watched as the maid placed the tray down, Louise already seated as she poured the tea with practised ease, Harry following suit sitting down as a cup of tea was placed in front of him, the liquid a crimson colour with a slightly tang of citrus.

"Thank you." Harry stated.

"Siesta, sir, I have been assigned as your maid for the foreseeable future." The maid gave a slight bow. "If there is anything you need I will be staying down in the guest servant quarters, the small bell on the wall will alert me."

"We will call you later." Louise stated taking charge, Siesta nodded before heading for the door. "Now, Sir Harry, where are you from?"

"Surrey, Great Britain." He replied, that small detail wasn't a problem.

"Never heard of it, is it a small country?" Louise decided it was probably better not to annoy her more magically competent familiar, having shown a propriety for fire and battle it was the safer bet.

"It is, it wasn't, it's a small island nation off the coast of the European continent, but it is still a force to be reckoned with."

Louise nodded, so it was like Albion in that regard, a small but powerful nation, hard to attack, easy to defend.

"So where are we now?" Harry asked sipping his tea slowly.

"The country of Tristain." Louise rubbed her head slightly feeling a headache coming. "This is the continent of Halkegenia, so you must be from beyond the Elven lands, far beyond them."

Harry paused his reach for a sandwich at that comment, Elven lands? The idea of a country full of Dobby, it made him shudder a little, he doubted they were the pitiable creatures that his reality portrayed, maybe more like the fiction books he had read in the library to waste time.

"Dobby!" Harry called out startling Louise who looked around concerned and confused. "Dobby?"

Nothing happened except the sound of breathing, to Harry there was no tell-tale pop of apparition magic or the sounds of an excitable elf.

"Who's Dobby?" Louise asked hesitantly.

"Oh, my uh self-professed house elf, he."

"You command an elf?!" Louise almost screamed, her eyes racked with both a small measure of respect and large amount of fear. It only increased when Harry nodded. "What kind of people are yours to do that?"

Harry felt a little torn, did he explain that the elves were a diminutive race of slaves or give the impression of whatever passed for elves here? He still needed to get home, holding the impression of power was a better choice, a bluff.

"Many families have them, my magic school uses them to cook our foods and clean the castle."

Nothing Harry said he realised was a lie, while the elves seemed to enjoy the work at the castle he had no idea of the treatment from the families themselves, he could only guess on that account.

Silence reigned as the comment hung in the air, Louise wanted to ask about his school, the families but instead reached for one of the small finely cut triangular sandwiches, the fresh leafy greens and reds mixed with some salted meat, it wasn't her usual fare but she liked it.

Finishing the light meal and tea the pair sat in silence, to Harry it was fine, he had spent years in the cupboard under the stairs just watching dust motes floating in the air and counting the spiders, it gave him time to think, to take stock of his situation.

For Louise it was less so, it allowed her to think on bad things, the person in front of her, a mage, powerful, she knew that, dangerous, she had screwed up, she knew that by the fact she had summoned a person, she wished her spell had failed, an explosion was far better an outcome that this, what would her mother say? The idea of that confrontation sent shivers down her spine.

"I think we should end it here." Louise stood up slowly. "I will come get you in the morning before breakfast."

With that she pulled the small cloth rope, Harry knew it was geared to another room, the old way of informing staff of particular rooms required attention, long before telephones came to be.

A minute passed before the door was again knocked, Louise standing near the door opened it to reveal the maid from before, Harry had to wonder what she did in her spare time, did she just sit waiting on the bell? It seemed silly to him but if it was just her tending to him maybe it was.

"Maid, I am leaving please clean up." With that Louise exited the room before turning around. "H-have a good evening Sir Harry."

Harry had to wonder whether this was her personality or she was putting on airs, her awkward goodbye suggested she wasn't the most social person, not that he could talk, sure he interacted well with those around him, but strangers he took a while with, to find herself bound to someone else was probably causing her no end of confusion as to how to treat him.

"Is there anything I can help you with Sir Harry?" The maid spoke startling Harry from his musings.

"Uh yes, where would the bathroom and toilet be?" Important questions in any grand scheme, hygiene was one of the most important factors in life.

"The chamber pot in under the bed." Siesta pulled it out and checked it before nodding. "There is a proper toilet down the end of the hall, please inform me if you use that one, the bathroom is opposite that, please let me know beforehand so I can heat the water."

"May I use it now please?" Harry asked getting a nod.

"Certainly Sir Harry, allow me to take these dishes away and I will draw you a bath and call you when it is ready, do, do you have a change of clothing? I can wash those for you."

Harry looked down at his hand-me-downs, jeans and T-shirt, it was true he would need something he had been in his current clothes all day.

"If you have something yes, but my trousers take a long time to dry to let you know."

The maid nodded as she smiled before staring at him for a long while, Harry shift uncomfortably at this, he had had more than a few girls give him long stares over the years, fan girls and the like, but this was more clinical Harry felt.

"Uh….."

"Oh, sorry Sir, I was just gauging your build for the spare clothing, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the time to retailor something to your size, would something larger like your current clothing do until tomorrow?"

"Yes, that would be fine." Harry agreed, he was used to it.

With skill that would to many but not Harry belayed her age the maid Siesta gathered up the crockery and left with perfect balance, left alone for the first time in a while Harry slumped onto the bed noting the lack of springs in the mattress as his mind filled with the situation at hand.

Library

The Tristain Library was separated into several subdivisions regarding access, the student zone, the student with teacher's permission zone, the teacher's zone, the headmaster's zone and the royal archives.

Each area holding more esoteric books and in some cases books with downright heretical text, with the headmasters blessing he was in that section, old books faithfully copied, at least they were claimed to be, the originals either behind the door to his back, in the vault a few floors up or in the palace.

Colbert lift another book up from the waiting pile, a dozen various bound books sat already briefly checked as another one was held up, the once blue leather cover now flaking and covered in thick grey dust, the edges of the paper now slightly yellow, it was one of the oldest books he found in the section.

Blowing the dust off the light wavered from the table candle as he covered his mouth, the gold lettering 'Summons of note' was from the earlier era, a time only centuries after Brimir had passed on, if he was correct this would be the tenth rewrite of the book, done by the most trusted scribes under the watch of the most trusted advisors of the crown.

He opened it slowly, the book easily a century old, while the magic preserved it well, it faded with time, the book itself had passed hands and had been read before resulting in minor wear and tear.

Pushing his glasses up he gently flipped the pages his eyes looking for certain key words and images, each drawing inside the book done like a work of art, dragons so detailed they may well jump off the page.

Moving through the book he stopped briefly at the image of another summon, he would say dragon again, but it wasn't, a large rotund body with short stubby legs, a long neck with squashed head that was only slightly larger than the adjoining neck, large thick spikes ran its back and a tail with pointed barbs.

The small human drawing next to it, its summoner showed the beast was three times as large, catching his interest he briefly red about it before continuing on.

He rolled his eyes, the saying, always the last place you looked, it was to him one of the sillier sayings, you don't find something and keep looking so yes the saying was a bit redundant, still he found the information, or at least something like it.

Placing a thin sheet of paper inside to mark it he moved that to another pile, the first one found before continuing, the small amount of information made it unviable as certain proof, he needed something concrete to take to Osmond, he didn't mind, the information he was finding was fascinating to him.

Louise's Room

Louise made her way into the student dorms and up to her room without issue, the various students either holed up in their room with their new familiars or in groups around the school showing them off to friends in other years.

Louise rubbed her head again, since that cloud of smoke, 'shade' hit her her head had throbbed painfully, the numbing feeling came and went without warning, the latest one on the stairs had threatened to send her tumbling down the flight but she had steadied herself.

Entering her room she quickly changed into her usual sleeping clothes, while the sun had only just gone down and was far from her usual sleeping hours, the fatigue was starting to catch up to her.

Climbing into her bed she tossed around trying to get comfortable while fighting the headache, her eyes slowly closing and sleeping taking her, the last moment a quite hiss was heard.

Dream

Louise had had many dreams like anyone did, everything from standing tall with curves to rival Kirche or her sister while her arch nemesis bowed, as flat as a board and admitting Louise superiority, to one of everyone she knew pointing and laughing at her while she was in the stocks naked being pelted with tomatoes.

To be in a graveyard was something else, the dream felt odd, off, like it wasn't her dream, it shouldn't be, she had never seen such a place, creepy grey tombstones and monuments filled the lot, the sky dark and chilling, a place of true death.

Peering at one of the closest stones he looked at the writing she couldn't understand a single line, the what could only be numerals suggested a life and death of the occupant, the grave itself chilling, an evil looking figure of stone on the grave a wicked scythe in its bony hand.

The sound of someone hitting the ground behind her caused her to turn, her familiar! The second boy she didn't recognise but the object they were both holding some form of large chalice bounced off down a slight incline.

Moving over to the pair she noticed neither showed any sign of her presence, waving her hand through them both she heard someone speak in a language she didn't recognise, she turned to see a third figure appear carrying a bundle a wand in hand.

"Avada Kedavra." A sickly green bolt hit the unknown boy next to Harry, the boy crumpling to the ground as it a puppet without strings, Harry's cry told her the person had been killed, it was scary how simple that had been, nothing fancy like her mother's spell, just simple death.

"Wormtail!" Harry's voice growled, Louise watched realising the words were becoming clearer to her ears, like she was understanding them, Harry was quickly launched into the monument she had eyed earlier, the stone entity moved like a golem and locked him in place.

The being known as Wormtail moved closer as another voice was heard coming from the bundle, the cover removed slightly to reveal a face, near see-through skin that clung to bone, a lack of nose but two nostrils where it should be, a very reptilian appearance.

A few hissed words that weren't fully understood by her but the context of them clearly being enemies was worked out, a large cauldron nearby ignited quickly bringing some liquid inside to a bubbling state.

Louise watched her with a mixture of horror and fascination as the cloth bundle was removed revealing an emancipated man, dropping him into the liquid it bubbled furiously, the liquid taking a milky sheen.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given." The ratty now de-hooded man Wormtail chanted. "You will revive your son."

A large bone tore itself from the ground at Harry's feet, hovering in the air before being deposited in the cauldron.

Heretic magic, it was the only thing Louise could think of, she would have gone with a resurrection spell had the person earlier tossed in the vat not clearly been the one the ritual was intended for.

"Flesh of the servant w-willingly given, you will revive your master." Wormtail continued pulling a knife from his cloak and cutting his hand off, the limb fell into the pot with a splash, Louise gasped, the zeal of the caster was impressive, potions and rituals were usually an affair of exacts with reagents, the earlier familiar summoning a good lesson in that.

Whatever magicks Harry and his people used, showed either that wasn't the case or the man had cut off exactly what he required, it made sense to her now what she was seeing was clearly a memory of Harry's, had the binding done this or the shade?

"Blood o-of the enemy, f-forcibly taken." His voice wavering from the pain, the knife stabbing into his wrist and drawing a small amount of blood. "You will resurrect your foe."

The blood drops hit the liquid causing the ritual to complete, intent, it was all about that from the incantation, had Wormtail not been willing or Harry had been, again it was like her earlier one, everything was taken into account, magic affinity, capacity, disposition, gender and those were just the personal ones.

Clouds of smoke poured out of the cauldron as a figure rose from the depths of the liquid, the once frail creature now looking like a powerful man, to Louise the nose or lack thereof was still detracting her but a cloak was brought out that he donned.

Wormtail handed the man his wand, his only remaining arm was offered as a sigil was poked, seconds passed before a dozen people appeared on black smoke each wearing a full body black cloak and white mask, followers of the man, a few words entered her mind.

Death eater. Lord Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort walked amongst his followers, pulling masks off certain people causing them to fall to their knees, some slight or other against him, something to do with Azkaban whatever that was, he repaired Wormtail's hand, a new silvery one, then he turned his eyes to Harry.

A duel?

Louise had to admire the audacity of Voldemort, and pity Harry's stupidity, did he think he was going to win? Surrounded by the enemy, even if Harry beat the leader, the idea of him being let go was unfathomable, these people might fake honor, but kidnapping and hostage taking, she doubted it, though assuming it was a memory then clearly Harry had won the day.

The spells fired, few words muttered as almost invisible bolts of energy were fired and deflected, the sheer reflexes of the pair was impressive, but Harry was losing, it was obvious to see, the older more experienced man was gaining the upper hand, but Harry refused to give.

Then it happened, two attacks, beams of power lanced and reached each other, resonance, the meeting point sparked and boiled and bubbled, pushing to and fro, a flash of light appeared and everything stopped.

The fight, the spell, frozen like a painting, several spectral images appeared behind Harry, the dead boy from earlier, an old man he didn't recognise and two others that shared a similarity to Harry, the man looked the splitting image.

"Who are you?" The hissing voice of Voldemort asked, his head turning at a clearly inhuman angle to look at her. "You are not here, no, no, why?"

Louise backed away moving towards Harry, the figure didn't move seemingly frozen in place, her position closer to Harry now but almost half way between them.

"Do not worry, he is weak." Louise jumped as a woman's voice spoke from her right, the woman whose hand was on Harry's shoulder. "You broke his connection, the last traces are in you, as are ours, his memories have our power, we will cleanse you, but please, help Harry, he needs support."

Louise found herself nodding even as the man next to the woman grinned roguishly. Time resumed as suddenly as it stopped, the spell broke a moment later as the spectral beings rushed Voldemort.

Harry dashed towards the boy his wand flying out summoning the cup and instantly he disappeared.

Her eyes opened to the ceiling of her room, she rubbed her eyes before feeling a slight wetness on her nose, rubbing it a small thick liquid appeared on her fingers, even in the pale light she could see it was black, the same colour as that from Harry's head, she groaned, she wasn't sleeping tonight.

Guest Room – Next Morning

Harry's morning was a torrent of emotion and confusion, the first most pressing thing was the clearly unknown location, it was like the first day at Hogwarts, unfamiliar but strangely welcoming, like a weight had been lifted.

The lack of nightmares too, no recurring dream of Cedric dying and Voldemort laughing, he still had the dream but once, and with nowhere near the clarity of punch he had been over the last few weeks.

Then it hit him, he was bound, tied to another, lying in bed he eyed the markings on his hand, the wound no longer raw, the symbols now clear to him, for a brief moment they flashed, a soft female voice spoke in his head to obey his master but he put it down, the tingling feeling like an Imperius curse was swept aside easily.

He felt anger at this, did the girl know, Louise, he reminded himself, she seemed on the level with him, a little abrasive and awkward, but honestly how did you treat someone like him, or him her?

Breathe, he took several in slow methodical steps, Hermione told him to do that before tests and other stressful situations, usually he didn't have time in the middle of a duel or battle, but during tests it seemed to work.

Kicking the covers off his surprisingly warm bed he looked out the window, it was light, barely, the sun was peaking from behind the horizon, a mixture of pinks, blue and gold, he scratched himself, his chest a bit itchy from whatever passed as soap, it had been coarse, the bath was fine however.

The clothing however left something to be desired, it almost felt like riding clothes, a crop and he would be ready to go fox hunting.

"Tally ho." Harry mocked from in front of the mirror.

Deciding to leave the room and look around he made his way downstairs, the wafting of fresh bread in the air remind him of those trips to the bakers near the corner shop though without the chugging of the bread slicers.

Looking around the commons area he headed for the bookshelf, he liked books, they had been a refuge for him over the years and curiosity over the idea of what passed for books wherever he was got the better of him.

The book he picked up reminded him a little of Aunt Petunia's readers digest books, a myriad of coloured leather bound books with course stitched pages, the writing was generally elegant but in some books even and clearly printed, he couldn't understand any of the words, sighing at this he returned the small pile of books he had looked through back in place.

Exploring more he looked over the various oil paintings lining the walls, some small no bigger than a foot wide others larger, the largest almost two meters wide showing a battle, a pair of ship of the lines broadsiding each other, Harry frowned, if he was reading it right, the white on the painting looked more like clouds than surf, were they flying?

"Oh? Sir Harry, you're up." A voice from only a few feet from him caused him to jump.

The maid Siesta had appeared from a door near him carrying a neatly folded bundle of his clothing.

"Hullo, Siesta?" Her nod made him breathe in relief for getting it right. "Are they flying or in the ocean?"

Harry wasn't counting anything out, the Weasley's car flew, Hagrid's bike flew why not a ship?

"Yes, I am not too sure but I believe that was a famous Albion battle almost two centuries ago between loyalist and rebels, both were the flagships of their fleet." Siesta replied squinting at the painting. "Yes, the Royal Sovereign and the Union."

A brief pause as Harry continued looking at the detailed and well-made painting, it was almost sad that it didn't move around like those from his world.

"Sir Harry, I have finished cleaning your clothes, however I think the trousers are still a little damp, I'm sorry." Siesta held the clothing up before bowing slightly.

"Don't be, jeans ain't the best to air dry." Harry knew that from laundry in the Dursley's, the airing cupboard being the best place for them.

The main door opening broke any further comments and conversation as a ragged looking pinkette slowly made her way into the tower, her eyes lidded and hair while neat still had random strands sticking out, a monumental yawn covered by her hand before she noticed the pair.

Her face flushed, any tiredness in her eyes vanished before she set a glare at the pair brandishing her wand.

"Neither of you saw that." Harry had moved in front of Siesta at this his own wand out and runes glowing slightly.

Louise deflated seeing Harry's wand, the reminder that this person had seen some bad stuff and wasn't going to back down halted her spell.

"Sorry." She muttered. "Had a bad night's sleep." Her glare returned full force aimed at Harry who looked annoyed and confused at the situation. "Still we got an hour until breakfast, I guess I can help you out if you ask, as you liaisons of course."

Great Hall

The hour passed with Louise giving him some basic information on the continent and the countries in it, the name Albion reminding him of Roman history and the name of Britain almost two millennia ago, the fact it had towns like London and Newcastle only adding to his confusion.

The great hall reminded him very much of Hogwarts only on a smaller scale, three long tables ran the length of the room with a fourth table running perpendicular to the others and on a raised dais, clearly the teachers area.

Students had began to trickle in over the arrival of him and Louise, a few sitting already but the majority entering en-mass just as the first teacher arrived, looking around Harry noticed the students groups by cape colour, the brown capes behind him and those with purple capes on the table in front of him.

"Do the capes signify year groups?" Harry whispered to Louise.

"Yes, brown for first, black for second, purple for third." Louise explained with oddly placed pride.

As everyone sat down Harry felt eyes watching him, he had become more sensitive to it over the years, his mistake with the whole Quirrell/Snape issue first year, the potential of Basilisk attacks second year, Dementors in the third year and upon hindsight Moody/Barty fourth year had his senses on a swivel.

Someone was scoping him out with no attempt to hide their interest, he looked around, and sighed in annoyance, it was easier to count those not staring and pointing at him, word travelled fast, without house divides like Hogwarts news would not be hindered as easily.

Harry watched as everyone quieted down as Osmond took to the dais, the servants bringing out plates of food and placing them in front of each person, Harry gulped as his stomach growled demanding feeding, it seemed Siesta was taking her duties very serious as she placed the plate with sliced meats, breads, some white block that may have been cheese and an assortment of other foods neatly arranged.

Osmond called for prayer, not wanting to stand out Harry bowed his head, mouthing his own pray to return home and hope that the headmaster had found something during the day before, he wasn't holding his breath, he was going into this calmly, he would act based on what he was told, assuming he believed them of course.

The prayer ended and the food was eaten, the semi hard white block was some form of curd and overall the meal was enjoyed, as they finished up Louise led Harry outside where the Zoo of animal waited, skirting around them Harry noticed servants setting up a series of tables and chairs.

"For the second years, today we get to know our familiars better, I guess in some way, I got it better."

Harry frowned at that, what the hell did she mean by that? He could guess she wasn't insulting him, but it still annoyed him to no end.

Entering another door on the same tower, a series of staircases led the duo higher up, pole-arm wielding guards stood near certain doors and Harry wondered how effective long weapons were in corridors, he could figure that were they to face a muggle with a sword they would win if they got their weapons down and held them off, but up close or against magicals they would lose.

Arriving at the top of a long flight of stairs they reached a door already opened, through it they could see Osmond levitating a stone hand towards the woman from yesterday, somehow the pair reaching the room before they had.

The out pointed finger running up the woman's back before it was hurled at the old pervert with excellent form, Harry idly wondering whether she would be a good Quidditch player.

"Ah, young Harry, Ms Valliere, I trust you both had a good evening?" Osmond spoke rubbing the bruise on his head.

The two stepped in, Harry saying nothing, while the night had been several factors better than those at the Dursley's he wasn't about to admit that to anyone yet.

"Ms Longueville, you are excused." The woman stood from her desk and left without a word, the sound of her even footfalls was mixed with those of a rapid ascent of another, an out of breath Colbert entered and shut the door.

"Sorry Osmond, I wanted to check something out, it didn't match."

"I see, that's too bad." Osmond rubbed his chin. "How to business, pink with frills."

Harry went to react as hostile pressure filled the room, Louise wand was already out and.

"Fireball!" Her wand pointed at the headmaster, the explosion ripping through the room leaving a slightly burnt Osmond coughing.

Harry stepped back from the girl, what kind of fireball was that? It was closer to Bombarda as a spell, the sound of squeaking was heard causing Harry to draw his own wand, the sound bringing its own set of problems.

"Now, now, don't get your panties in a bunch, hoho." Osmond wiped the soot away as a mouse hopped onto his shoulder. "Now Professor Colbert here has gone through a lot of our text, while we have nothing accessible relating to human summoning we did find something about similar runes."

Colbert placed a book on the desk opening it to the marked page, rows of unknown text filled the one page while half the second was filled with a drawing of a hand with similar runes.

"I, I can't read this." Harry admitted glumly, he at least acquitted them a little, clearly they were trying to help, though the binding was a big factor against them.

"You can't read?!" Louise spluttered.

"I can read just fine thank you, but not your language." Harry cast an annoyed look at the girl causing her to deflate as she remembered his foreign language from the day before. "Does it say anything about compulsion in the runes, I heard last night and this morning some woman urging me to obey."

Three shocked wide eyed looks aimed at him before two sets of eyes turned to Osmond, the man pulled out his pipe slowly taking a long toke before speaking.

"If I remember the spell correctly then there is something like that in the summoning, you must understand young Harry, some of these creatures are or were feral." He rubbed his chin. "Yes, the spell usually stuns the summon slightly, the binding then adds a mild desire to faithfully serve the master."

Harry's wand was again out of his pocket and pointing at Louise.

"I will not be a slave!" He roared magic filling the room.

"Please calm down young Harry, we will fix this." Osmond tried to placate the angry wizard.

"You expect me to be calm when I was told that?" Harry scoffed the end of his wand glowing brighter and slightly green. "Would you be calm torn from your home and enslaved without a choice?"

"Harry, don't, your parents wouldn't want you to do this." Louise pleaded.

All magic build-up vanished instantly as Harry turned his attention to the smaller girl next to him, his eyes seemed to glow the same colour his wand had seconds ago, she shrank back as he seemed to tower over her despite only a few inches difference.

"What did you say?" Harry's voice wavered between disgust and curiosity.

"L-last night, I, I had a dream, or nightmare." Louise mumbled. "A graveyard, you were there and…Lord Voldemort? You duelled, your parents appeared as ghosts, they spoke to me."

Harry's face morphed through a dozen expressions with confusion, hurt, rage, sadness and pain battled for dominance.

"Interesting, a link between your minds." Osmond cut in causing Colbert to sigh at him breaking the calm, Harry glared again at the old man.

"Back to the issue at hand." Harry felt exhausted already, too many emotions. "What ARE you going to do about the mind raping?"

"I'm afraid there is nothing we can do, the spell is cast, killing Ms Valliere is not an option, her death will kill you, you dying will not kill her however, the spell was designed like that, we never saw the need to change it, after all the spell dates back several thousand years."

Harry felt like his arm was made of lead, his stomach dropped at this, tears streamed down his face even if he refused to voice his cry, it was hopeless, his lot in life, to be under the thumb of another, irrelevant who it was.

A hesitant hand gripped his arm, he looked down again through blurry eyes, the girl seemed unsure how to act and just held his wrist.

"For what it's worth young Harry, I am terribly sorry, I didn't factor that into this." Harry rubbed his eyes, red rings surrounding them as he glared again at Osmond, as if that would make him feel better. "I will do what I can to look into this and see if you can be freed and returned home."

Harry nodded not trusting his voice to spew explicative that would make even a sailor applaud.

"I think headmaster enrolling young Harry in the school would be a good idea, it will give him a more legitimate reason to stay and we can work on finding a way to return him home." Colbert spoke changing the direction of the conversation. "On another note, have you noticed anything strange with your runes?"

Harry nodded again showing the glowing runes where he held the wand.

"Then the records are correct Osmond, knowing that I got a better lead on finding out how to free him."

"Well young Harry, I take it you attend a magic school in your country?"

"Yes, Hogwarts." He replied slowly. "I'm a fourth year going on fifth year."

"How many years do you attend?" Colbert asked with curiosity.

"Seven, we start when we are 11."

"You're younger than me?" Louise gasped, both Osmond and Colbert winced further, the boy was 15 at best, the bad news just kept coming.

"Well, I would say you have a good grasp of magic, but, I feel like yours if different to ours, I would suggest either the first or second year for you."

Harry paused did he want to attend? Sure it made sense but was there some angle they were playing? He couldn't work it out, there were too many things rolling through his head, there wasn't much choice, if they were to get him home he needed to be at this academy, so he was left with a choice.

He could only hope it was different from his world, a place where the media scrutinised his every action, his every word, his every friend, where half the time every action was heroic, every friend was one of light and other times every action was that of a dark lord in the making, each friend a budding follower of darkness, he doubted it, already everyone knew he was a 'summon' a magic freak.

"Ok, if I have to I will choose."

A/N: And Cut, Again. Unlike the original version I know now which year I am using, I hope this is a good few steps up from my old version, I think so but please drop a review or PM and let me know.

Hopefully I explained the dream sequence better this time, I wasn't going for FS/N rather a Horcrux implanted memory, a link between the soul, Voldemort and Harry, Thankfully a small 'essence' of the ghosts remained in Voldemort and went into Harry via the link and then Louise.

This one is almost 50% longer than the original capping 11k without A/N easily, tried to play it differently and cut some pointless conversations out while adding some world building and cracking open a few starting relationships (not romantic, yet), Louise will be a lot friendlier in this to him than the old version, Siesta will become close (considering what HOH will deal her I cut her slack here), next two chapters depart completely from canon in terms of story arc, hope to see you there.