Harry's day was going perfectly fine until he received a message from Kraftan. First thing first, Krafton has never messaged, called, or communicated to him in any way. He didn't even respond from the messages Harry had sent him, but Harry knew he had seen them. It was like being stuck on read/seen forever. He wasn't mad though, Harry didn't think he could be anything but greatful to Harry for his help. Magic knows that if Kraftan truly didn't want to train him he wouldn't. And even Uranainic couldn't force the buff elf to do what he didn't want to. However that wasn't important, it was the message that Kraftan left him.

"I need your help"

Harry was slightly worried when he heard that Kraftan needed to do something. He'd do it sure, but the fact that Kraftan asked him to do something implied that Kraftan couldn't do it himself. That was why Harry ended up stocking up in whatever he might need for the mission he was about to pertake in. He silently apparterated to where his mission would take place, the Sheraltonameic forest known for its berries that when processed correctly were used in most neuromecy rituals. They gave someone a more spiritual gaze/body. He climbed up a tree and while he was not very graceful, he did the task without making any sound. Once he was about 17 ft in the air he started to jump from tree to tree, trying to find the women that Kraftan sent him for.

All Harry ended up finding was a father and daughter deep in the woods saying something about a "_".

Harry himself had never seen one but he didn't doubt that they exist. Most of the time people could only persieve what they wanted to. He crept back over to the duo before creating a sword. It was basic and highly similar to the swords in the medieval time period.He lept his current tree before stabbing his sword inside another tree and turning 180 degrees inside the tree; using that momentum he swung himself forward and ripped his sword from out the tree. He landed in a barrel roll, not even taking a second to stop moving by continuing his run.

Soon enough he reached what he wanted, a tree of a suitable height where he could watch the father and daughter. They both had pale blond hair and while the man's hair looked almost spikey but the daughter's hair seemed more like it had an invisual breeze. She also had the most confusing aura he had ever seen. It was a greyish blueish but it was...

'Cracked' Harry thought.

Harry knew what cracked auras meant, it normally had someone who had fallen into depression, into a hole they couldn't get out. In fact, the last recorded souls of having a cracked aura were dementors. Harry paused for a moment after that, he knew how demenors were created. Urananic had told him how dementors were people with a special kind of soul, the ones who had the potential to be practically gods but instead has shrunken down into either greed or despair. These people had such an aura that you had to be evil enough or one touch would turn you just like them, forever haunting for the only known way for them to die would be them to commit suicide. That's why they normally traveled alone, it was highly likely for them to accidently consume one another and even dementors had a boundary around cannibalism.

The girl was unique, and Harry wondered if that was why Urananic sent him for her, it would make sense. Dementors were unnatrual, ever time one was made magic broke her hold on the universe. This meant that magic fluctuates, there might be an abundance of magic in one area and no magic in another. That's the problem, magic is everywhere and spieces that use magic litterly pull it from the air, well not the air because magic is in space but the main idea is that dementors cause that area of magic to cease to exist so if there is no magic they can't take it so they can't use it.

That's kinda bad since many communities are based on magic.

He watched the girl point and direct her father to something, and then watched the man leave.

"Come out" she said, seemingly looking looking nowhere.

She started to spin around, her arms out wide. "I know your there Harry".

Despite the fact that they had never met before and she knew his name, Harry wasn't unnerved. Instead he just dropped down landing on one knee.

"Fuck" he muttered.

Authors note:

This might be a bit confusing but it'll all make sense in the next chapter. I probably won't update for the next two months and this is a small chapter all things considered.