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Harry Potter chuckled to himself as he was lazily reading a copy of the Quibbler. The article he was reading was about Drangs, a type of winged serpent that supposedly was the ancestor to modern day Coatl. Like the Coatl the Drang had rainbow feathered wings and supposedly could fly. The differences were striking. Whereas the Coatl were at most twenty feet long, the Drang was supposedly three hundred feet from tip of nose to tip of the barbed tail. Drangs scales were purple instead of emerald. It possessed a single horn on it forehead as well as a mane of shaggy fur covering the first twenty feet after the head. The article was all fanciful conjecture as the Drang was supposedly extinct, but Harry found the article so well written he could not help but hope some proof of their existence could be found.

"You could at least make it look like we're some sort of challenge." Dora Tonks huffed as she pushed with all her might on Harry's arm. She had stupidly made a bet that even if she tipped Harry over she could get his hand to touch the table. Now, every girl in Susan Bone's private train carriage was doing their best to try to help her win said bet. "I may not have a sensitive Ego like some guys, but I do have some pride."

"And you told me under no circumstances am I to allow you to win because I feel sorry for you." Harry replied looking at the increasingly red haired Tonks. "You threatened me with walking around naked in my body and changing nothing. Do you just want me to claim my victory? If you remember correctly your forfeit was shopping for bathing suits that you have to wear to every meal in the Great Hall for the rest of your time in Hogwarts. And since all the girls joined in, they have to as well."

"No! Tonks you can't let him do that! He already checked and Flitwick confirmed that Thongs are not forbidden in the dress code." Hermione gasped as the full implications of deciding to help her new 'big sister' were. She had no problem with that on the beaches of the French Riviera, but the Great Hall would be mortifying. "What's his forfeit?"

"Uh, I get one wish. Basically, I can ask him for one thing at any time and he can't refuse me unless it's illegal." Tonks replied. "And since you are joined in, well he would owe you all wishes if he let us win."

"Okay, let's compromise. We'll wear regular bikinis for the rest of our Hogwarts years to dinner, but under a glamour that only you, Neville and the other girls in the group can see through." Susan offered. "And you owe us each a regular favor to be cashed in as long as it doesn't hurt anyone."

"Hmm, bikinis or lingerie, either one. And any future girls who join the study group have to do the same, and they get the favor." Harry said after a moment of contemplation. He could just win, but this would be so much more fun. "Ron gets to see through them too, but teachers don't. Sound fair?"

"Deal." Su Li blushed as she readily agreed to the terms for everyone, not that there was really much debate. Harry had them over the barrel, rather literally thanks to Tonks underestimating him. A few moments later the others agreed.

"Alright, it is a draw and yes you get to tell people you got me to a draw in Arm Wrestling, even Hagrid can't say that anymore." Harry chuckled as the girls all stopped trying to push his arm that last inch. "So what is this favor you wish of me oh great and powerful Dora?"

"Great and Powerful Dora? Ooooh I like the sound of that. I think I need a leather corset, thigh high boots and a riding crop to make it work though." Dora chuckled as she righted herself in her seat. "Well, I am going to save my favor for the proper moment I think."

It wasn't long before Harry and Neville had been kicked out of Susan's private car. There had been something about it being time for girl talk. Neville had politely excused himself away as he wanted to spend some time with an older cousin in Hufflepuff. Not wanting to intrude, Harry got himself a compartment and contented himself to reading through the lasted research paper of a Dr. Swann. It was a rather fascinating piece related to SETI. He had no idea why Ron pointed it out, but it made for interesting reading even the fifth time through.

"Oi Harry! What did you do slap Susie's arse?" Dora chuckled as she found her fifth cousin not in the private car like she thought. "Or is it you slapped it, but didn't follow through with snogging her?"

"Hardly. The ladies evicted Neville and I, so they could do some girl talk." Harry shrugged as he tucked the paper away. He had it imprinted well enough in his mind he didn't need to read it again. "So who is your friend?"

"Harry Potter meet my Little Sis, Hestia Jones. Hestia, meet Harry." Tonks smiled as she stepped aside for Hestia to enter the compartment. "Since your harem kicked you out maybe you could keep her company for a while? No, this is not the favor you owe me."

"Nice to meet you, Hestia." Harry smiled warmly as he stood like a gentleman should. He noted right away that the girl was the same height he was and was far more physically fit than even Tonks kept herself. Her black hair was kept tied back in a neat ponytail and her blue eyes showed quite a bit of curiosity. "Dora has told me a lot about you. You're in your sixth year at fourteen? You must be pretty powerful."

"Not really, my core just matured faster is all." Hestia blushed as she offered her hand. "I'm not nearly in the same league as you Mister Can-lift-thirty-tons-wandlessly."

"Eh, I just have a knack with Levitation charms." Harry waved off the compliment even as he kissed Hestia's knuckles. "Well, if you would like my company for the rest of the trip have a seat."

"Well, my job is done." Dora laughed. "Now remember the silencing and contraceptive charms you two."

The laughing metamorphmagus quickly ducked around the corner dodging a pair of stinging hexes. Harry and Hestia blushing furiously at the implication even as they had each shot off a wandless stinging hex. With a flick of her wand, Dora closed the door behind her and was headed off to rounds.

"I should apologize for that. She's always teasing me about the girls." Harry shook his head. His blush finally calming down he was glad to see Hestia seemed to be more amused than anything. "So, any boyfriend I have to worry about trying to mess me up?"

"She's like that with me too. I tutor Cedric and Roger and she calls them my little Man-Harem." Hestia sighed heavily then chuckled. "Cedric is wrapped around Chang's little finger and Roger is…well…Roger. It would probably take a Veela to get him interested in something other than theoretical Arithmancy or Quidditch. Even then I would doubt he'd have more than polite conversation."

"Met Roger once. We discussed the improbability of my abilities. He's extremely smart and probably shouldn't still be going here." Harry shuddered as he remembered speaking to the fourth year. "What are you tutoring him in?"

"Ancient Runes. Despite his abilities in Theoretical Arithmancy, Roger does not get Runes very easily." Hestia chuckled. "I hear from Dora that you are training under Professor Flitwick. That is quite the honor. I trained under him until last year."

"Oh, you're that Hestia?" Harry exclaimed with a wide smile. There was a reason for the confusion as there seemed to be at least one Hestia in every year. "Now I am a bit awed. He's very proud of you. He claimed if I am ever as half as good as you with a sword, then no goblin Blademaster would stand a chance."

"Given your strength and speed, probably not." Hestia chuckled. "If you ever need a sparring partner I am available. Especially since you probably need some of your humility restored."

"Hey, I am very humble I will have you know. I never gloated once about how I can do a lap around the lake in one minute now." Even has Harry said that he slapped his hand over his mouth. He had fallen into the trap and now he knew he was going to pay...somehow.

"Hmm, it seems like you just did." Hestia adopted the same predatory look Dora did at times. "I wonder what Dora and the others would think about that."

"Oh, please don't tell them. It will get back to Flitwick and I will be doing hours of dodge practice and they'll use stinging hexes instead of paintballs." Harry pleaded as he sunk to his knees in front of the gorgeous girl. "Please, I'll do anything."

"Hmm, well I was told about the little study group. I want to join but be immune to the consequences of your little wager earlier." Hestia pondered in mock thought. "And you'll be my practice boyfriend next term. It's hard being the only girl in my year who's never been kissed."

"And just why aren't you in the running to be the next Lady Potter?" Susan was stunned at the revelation that Hermione had plans of pursuing Neville of all people. Susan liked Neville and thought he was the perfect guy for Hannah and Tracy, but with how close Hermione was to Harry she would have thought the girl would be going after him. "I mean you and Dora are pretty much his best friends."

"Yes, yes we are. However, Dora holds that he is far too young for her." Hermione shrugged. "I just know that while I will always be Harry's best living friend, I'll never be with him that way. It's fine with me. He is attractive and if he didn't feel like my little brother I would be all over him."

"Oh." Susan nodded after a moment. "Do you have a clue if I have a shot with him?"

"Lady Potter will have silver hair. I know that much." Hermione shrugged. "So unless Harry has another title…"

"Susan wouldn't be able to be Lady Potter no matter what. She needs to be a concubine to be Lady Bones and continue the line." Daphne sighed heavily. "It's what's being done with Astoria and I. I will be Lady McClaggan and Astoria will be Lady Greengrass."

"Erhgh!" Parvati shuddered dramatically at Daphne's comment. "Is there a way to break the contract?"

"We checked. Unless Cormac makes the mistake of angering McClaggan's Patron House to the point a Feud is declared...no." Tracey sighed. "I've been over it. Neville has been over it. Neville's gran has been over it. No loopholes aside from losing their Noble House status."

"And who is McCLaggan's Patron House?" Lavendar asked hoping it was Brown. Her Father would be relatively easy to convince.

"Potter." Daphne sighed. "By the time Harry is declared of Age, I will already be married to Cormac. At that point the contract is unbreakable."

"Bugger." Su Li breathed out in an uncharacteristic display of profanity.

"Given what he says he likes about me I will probably be having that done to me...a lot." Daphne groaned.

"My earliest memory is actually a nightmare." Hestia frowned as she thought of it. "I still have it at times. It starts out a really nice dream. A girl a little older than I am is helping me get ready for bed. She looks so much like me black hair and kind blue eyes. I feel safe with her. She reads me a story, but i can't understand the words really well. It's all Greek to me."

"I have a dream of a redheaded woman reading to me and while I could repeat the sounds, it doesn't sound anything like any language I heard of so that is not unusual I think." Harry supplied as he saw Hestia's brows furrow as if something was bothering her. "So what happens then?"

"Well, in the dream after the girl leaves a monster enters. I don't know how, but he is next to my bed looking down at me with those blood red eyes." Hestia shivered as she remembered the dream. "His skin is black and it's cold when he scoops me up in his arms. I want to scream out, but I am too scared. In a flash of blackness we're no longer in my room. We're on a beach and I can see the sun is setting. The monster throws me down on the rocks and it hurts, but I am still too scared to scream. It wasn't until he drew the dagger that I found my voice. I am screaming for help as a I crabwalk away from the monster." Hestia's eyes were closed as she related the tale. She had told Dora the story, but not her own parents. She didn't know why she never told her parents, just that it did not feel right. "RIght then a man with bright red skin appeared. His hair is bright orange flames and his eyes are white light, but so kind. He strikes the monster with a casual backhand and sends him flying down the beach. He says something like 'She belongs to one of mine, not you.' and then the red man starts fighting the black monster. That's usually when i wake up."

"Wow, that is a pretty bad one. But at least it has a happy ending." Harry smiled warmly. "You were saved. I never was in mine."

"You dream of that night, don't you?" Hestia's subdued question was still loud enough for Harry to hear. When he nodded in response the young woman moved so she was now sitting next to Harry. She pulled him into a close hug even more intimate than the ones Dora or Hermione gave him. "You don't have to tell me if you want. I can only imagine how painful it is."

"She begged him to kill her and spare me. He called her a foolish girl and knocked her down. She begged again and he backhanded her. She lunged for him and he casually killed her with that green spell." Harry whispered softly as Hestia hugged him tight against her. "He gloated over me for a moment, then there was the flash of green. I don't remember much after that."

"I see young Mister Potter is having a bit of a lie in this evening. Be sure that the House Elves make sure he has a healthy dinner when he wakes up, Minerva." Albus Dumbledore adopted the grandfatherly concern he did over his most interesting projects. He was smart enough not to have just one iron in the fire and more than canny enough to make certain he seemed to notice more than one student. Of course if some analyzed his interests they would note they included many orphaned children who would one day have great influence in the Wizengamot.

"I'm afraid that will be impossible Albus. Mr. Potter is not spending his holiday in the Castle." Minerva didn't even look up from her dinner as she spoke. She felt the tickle of a legilimency probe on her shields, but not much more.

"Well, I am glad to see that young Harry is spending time with his family." Albus recovered quickly enough to not appear shocked. "He has had a rather eventful term. I daresay a stay with the Dursley's might be just what he needs to get back on track."

"Yes, that's what I was thinking as well when I approved the Intent to Leave form." Minerva said barely keeping the edge out of her voice. "Mr. Potter needs the special touch only his family can give."

"Yes, you are quite right." Dumbledore was of course thinking of just how the Dursleys would treat Harry. It would certainly end the little independant streak he was showing.

Harry Potter was at that very moment blushing so badly that he actually managed to make a Weasley blush look pale. He'd gotten his normal hug from Hermione which hadn't made him bush in months. However after that came the hugs from the other girls. Each one of them just as long as Hermione's. As they kept coming his cheeks kept getting redder. As if that wasn't enough, Susan Bones had upped the ante by kissing him on the cheek. This prompted more than half the girls to do the same, just to get him flustered again. Of course, Harry wasn't alone the girls did the same to Neville, while Dora stood back and just laughed.

"You're all evil." Harry barely kept himself from sputtering. "Pure evil."

"And don't you forget it, Mister." Susan said before very maturely sticking her tongue out.

"I don't believe he shall. That was quite the spectacle. I had not seen anything like that since Lily and her friends pranked the Marauders." Andromeda Tonks stepped into view as she spoke. There was little resemblance to her daughter, but given Dora was a metamorphmagus that was understandable. Aside from the fact that her hair was perfectly straight, Andromeda could have passed for her sister Bellatrix, at least before she went insane."Mr. Potter, I owe you a debt of gratitude for saving my precious Nymphadora…"

"Mother! Do not call me Nymphadora." Dora's hair cycled to an angry orange red instantly.

"Well, I refuse to call you Tonks, young lady."

"We just call her Dora." Harry offered with a shrug. "As for saving her, well anyone would have done that."

"Dora? I can live with that." Andromeda smiled as she tested out the new name. Her daughter had never let anyone call her anything but Tonks for years. That she allowed Harry to rename her was very interesting. Turning back to address Harry, she smiled warmly. "Harry, as much as I would wish you were right, it still stands that only you saved my daughter. And to me that means the world. So please do not dismiss my gratitude."

"Sorry, ma'am." Harry shuffled his feet as he felt chastised just a bit.

"It's quite alright." Andromeda smiled warmly. "And please call me Aunt Andi. Do you both have everything?"

"Yeah Mom." "Yes, Aunt Andi."

"Good, now take my hand, Harry. I will apparate you to our home." Andromeda smiled. Turning to the young ladies she smiled. "I hope we can all be introduced on Boxing Day when I won't be making your parents wait."

With that Andromeda seemed to turn on the spot. Harry was then subjected to his first apparition. The effect was not at all pleasant to say the least. He could feel his body being taken apart cell by cell into a fine mist and then shoved through a hole. Seemingly an eternity later he was kneeling in a back garden as he retched up the pumpkin pasties he had been enjoying earlier.

"Oh dear, that was dreadfully hard." Andromeda Tonks quickly had to sit as the strain of transporting Harry hit her all at once. She was a powerful witch and normally side-along apparating someone was not that difficult. Moving Harry however was like bringing along a half dozen people. Seeing her daughter appear a moment later Andromeda couldn't help but comment. "It's like moving a quidditch team."

"Well, he does weigh in at two hundred kilos now." Dora grimaced when she remembered that weigh-in. Oddly outside of being weighed, or when surprised the young man did not react as if he was that heavy. "Though after seeing him walk on snow, you would think he weighed less than a stone."

"You know, you could not talk about me as if I wasn't here." Harry groaned as he finally stood up. "That has to be the single most unpleasant way to travel I have ever even heard of."

"Sorry about that, but in my defense you were indisposed in fertilizing my rosebush." Andromeda chuckled. "I'll assume you asked for a steel framed bed because of your density. Will there be a problem with the floors?"

"I doubt it. I seem to not put my full weight on floors, even when surprised." Harry shrugged. "And if I tuck myself in right, I don't float above the bed anymore."

"Float above the bed?" Andromeda blinked twice then shook her head. "I suppose I should not be surprised. Though if you can do more shocking things perhaps it would be best to wait until after we have eaten. Ted has prepared a feast of Dora's favorites."

"Yes, some real food!" Dora pumped her fist in the air in celebration. "Come on, Harry. I have to introduce you to the wonderful world of Mexican and Southwestern cooking!"

"[I wish you would not do that while you are meditating.]" Viktor Krum deadpanned as he walked by his adopted sister. The pale young woman hovering three feet above the ground in the lotus position as if it was completely normal. "[I swear you do it just to give me an inferiority complex.]"

"[As if I would take the time to do that, Viktor.]" Rachel Krum responded in a completely deadened voice, though the slight smirk on her lips gave away her amusement. "[And you know it is not intentional on my part.]"

"[Yes, I understand that, Rachel. It is just...frustrating...to see you perform impossible feats of magic with hardly any effort.]" Viktor shook his head with a small smile forming on his lips. "[How am I supposed to be the intimidating overprotective brother when my little sister is far more powerful than I could ever hope to be? I am supposed to be the one your boyfriends are afraid of.]"

"[Well, you still have a chance at physically intimidating.]" Rachel responded in all seriousness. "[And what if I bring home a girlfriend?]"

"[That is when I will be very thankful you are adopted so it will not be weird when I picture you and your girlfriend together.]" Viktor knew that would be the end of Rachel's meditations for the day. Before she could open her eyes he was already running to avoid the hexes that would be coming.

"[Azarath Metrion Zinthos!]" Rachel intoned summoning her powers so she could sling wandless and wordless hexes at her brother as he so richly had been asking for. "[You are in SOOOO much trouble.]"

Harry had thoroughly enjoyed dinner, even when he tried Ted's Special FiendFyre Sauce that Dora loved on her tacos. It was a bit more heat than he was used to when Petunia had gotten the bright idea to season all his cheese sandwiches with Tobasco sauce but still good. He'd actually earned even more respect from Dora and Ted when he had more than one Taco with the super hot sauce. Conversation during dinner had been mostly about classes and Quidditch. He did find it a little funny that Ted admonished him for diving off his broom, while Andromeda had praised his ingenuity.

After the large meal, Harry was not surprised he was exhausted. The long train ride with it's emotional roller coaster and the veritable feast was enough to make him want to sleep for days. He was careful enough to tuck himself in bed properly. After all he had no desire to test the structural stability of the bed he was in or the floor it was on. In moments he was in dreamland.

Harry was standing in what he could only guess was a castle. It looked familiar but the pure white crystalline walls were making it hard to recognize. Despite the alien appearance, Harry felt as safe as if this was his home. It wasn't until he walked a few halls that he recognized that the castle was like Hogwarts.

"Har El, my son, it has been too long since I have been near you." A feminine voice spoke from behind Harry. When he spun around he saw the red headed woman from his first memory. For a moment he marveled at how similar she was to his mother.

"You're not Lily Potter." Harry responded rather matter of factly. He was not trying to be cruel.

"No, I am not." The woman responded with just a moment of hurt flashing in her eyes. "My name is Par El and I was your mother no less so than Lily Potter was. I gave birth to you and loved you for the first few months of your life. Unfortunately, I had to send you away."

"Why?" Harry was a bit skeptical, but would listen. He was not human and from all accounts James and Lily were. "Why couldn't you keep me?"

"Our world was dying, Har El. I had to send you away so you could live." Par El could not help the tear that flowed down her cheek as she recounted this. "I sent you to the Potters knowing they would raise you as their own."

"I am sure they would have, but they died when I was young." Harry responded softly. "I was sent to live with my Aunt and Uncle. I was definitely not treated as if I was theirs."

"The Dursleys? Whomever placed you there is lucky you had not lashed out." Par El frowned heavily. "They are doubly lucky that I am a mere imprint of Par El."

"Like a painting? How are we talking in my dream then?" Harry had never been one to shy away from asking questions when he knew the person would answer them.

"I am a bit more advanced than a simple painting, my son." Par El chuckled softly. "If I was closer I could do so much more than talk in your dreams. However, this is the closest you have been to my resting spot in a decade and I believe this is the edge of my sphere of influence. I would tell you where I am, but I simply can't."

"A Fidelis Charm, lovely." Harry muttered.

"No, at least I don't think so. I just have no clue where I am. I was portkeyed here when the wards at Godric's Hollow were attacked." Par El shrugged. "Now I assume you have many questions. You should start asking."

"What species am I? I look human, but I know I am not." Harry started with the most obvious of questions.

"Well, the most direct question. You, Har El, are a Kryptonian, one of the last in the known 28 Galaxies." Par El sighed before beginning the explanation of her species' history.

"Dad's very impressed with you." Dora mentioned almost completely out of the blue as she and Harry passed through the entrance to Diagon Alley.

"How can you tell?" Harry was still processing what he had been learning in his dreams. Still, he was quite sure Mr. Tonks had barely said two words this morning, even after Harry made breakfast.

"He ate your cooking." Dora replied. "And he didn't once comment on how it could be better. Not even Molly Weasley can claim that one, Harry. And don't take his silence the wrong way. He has to talk all day with clients and with cases. When he's home he just likes to enjoy being quiet. Not atypical of Ravenclaws."

"Ah, I thought he just didn't like me." Harry frowned for a moment.

"Nah, if you ever see him with Lucius Malfoy you'll know what he's like when he hates someone." Dora chuckled. "So Gringotts first?"

"Yep, I have all of ten galleons and four pounds fifteen p." Harry replied. "I need more than than just for your gift."

"Harry, I only spent like three galleons on you." Dora whined. "Don't make me look like a cheapskate!"

"I will love any gift you get me, Dora." Harry replied to the whine with a small smile. "But, I had planned on letting my Big Sister do a little shopping with a hundred or two Galleons in return for being my guide today. Only fair as I will be asking your opinion on things."

"I would do that for free you know." Dora tried for a glare but failed. "Alright, but I am spending it all on gifts and letting them know that you helped me buy them."

"You're going to buy them all super skimpy bikinis and blame me, aren't you?" Harry gave her the gimlet eyes as he spoke.

"Nah, I wouldn't do that...this year." Dora smirked.

"You blundering fool. How could you fail to get past the Cerberus again!"

"I'm sorry, Master. The stench of death keeps waking the beast despite the music."

"Yes, yes you always have a ready excuse. I do not care what it takes, you will retrieve that stone before the Equinox, am I understood."

"Of course Master."

"Damn that brat." Dumbledore muttered to himself as he stood in front of the Mirror of Erised. In the surface he could see the masses worshipping him as he led the way forward. Chuckling to himself he quickly covered the mirror. He had long ago divined his own greatest desire so the Mirror held no insight for him. "Every action he has taken since Samhain has loosened my control over him."

"You only need to appeal to his need to protect others, Brother." The spectre of Arianna Dumbledore materialized as she spoke. "He will gladly die to protect his loved ones."

"Yes, yes, that I already know." Albus replied in a much calmer voice than before. "The question is who will he love and can I control them. It will do me little good if the people he loves just decide to up and leave Britain. Voldemort has never cared for more than ruling here."

"The Metamorphmagus and the Mudblood are closest to him, yes?" Arianna half asked, half stated. "You merely needed to control one or the other. It would be wise to keep him away from the Lovegoods. They will recognize your machinations for what they are."

"The only Lovegood anyone listened to was Selene and I have already silenced her." Albus commented off handedly. "Xeno and Luna are both too eccentric for most people."

"Fair enough." Arianna shrugged. "You should consider making him fall in love."

"I could do that. It would make everything easier."