It had been near on two years since the final battle of Hogwarts. Everyone seemed to be under the impression that it was all over. Harry however knew better that it would never truly be over until he hunted down every last bloody Death Eater and either put them down or arrest them. Yet it was this exact mindset that began to change Harry from the hopeful young man who destroyed the Dark Lord and spreading his followers to the four corners of the world. Harry knew he could not stop and he would not stop just as his enemies had not stopped for all those years he was growing older. One day they would come back again if he was not prepared. That mindset changed him. He lived on an edge as he had much of his life. His demeanor changed always ready for the next attack and any sense of a private life disappeared as he spent all his time hunting or practicing magic that would not be considered appropriate for most anyone. 

Harry had accumulated many weapons and powerful objects in his hunts that he had confiscated from those he had killed as well as others he arrested as an auror but making sure they would say nothing of the torture he had inflicted upon them first. Finally he had received a proper lead of one of Voldemort’s lieutenants that Voldemort had hid his plans and some of his books at the Gaunt House or shack from what he remembered from his trip into the memory of that old wizard.

Harry gathered his wand and a few other objects just on the off chance that it was a trap before apparating near the old shack and found the path to the shack and looked around the area and did not see any sign of anyone having been there in a while as it had been overgrown, but magic could do this. There was only one entrance and carefully he moved inside of the shack looking around not seeing any signs of life whatsoever. He moved forward and then he found himself unable to move whatsoever. He was completely paralyzed and he heard a voice in his mind that he had not heard since the morning he had destroyed Voldemort. It said, “You should not have come here Potter. Now you will die slowly with someone you love.” Harry tried to do a spell anything to get out of there and red sparks came out of his wand and for a time everything went dark. 

Vladimir had been on edge all day. It had nothing to do with his schoolwork or almost getting caught by Elena sneaking in after hours, but it was what he heard that morning. He had been heading to class when he heard Laura talking to Elena talking about that she wanted to invite him home for Easter break. She seemed worried as he had really no experience with muggles and that it might be difficult but she wanted to know how it would go at the same time. 

Violet looked around the so-called Ministry of magic. Most people were coming in via floo-powder she could see. She couldn’t help but find the entire place a little ridiculous. Everyone was in robes or dressed like they were still in the 1950s. She herself wore a one-of-a-kind lavender dress made by some up-and-coming New York designer. It looked impeccable on her, as all thing did. After all, that was what she had studied in her own magic school--etiquette, or, in the case of a Diviner, how to always look stunning and perfect. The result had her seeming very out of place in this bustling place. 

She walked with an efficient but unhurried stride, her nude heels clicking on the marble floors. People looked at her, of course they did, but she hardly noticed. When she came to the office meant for her she was a little disappointed at the size. Spatial magic was fairly simplistic, but the fact that none of the wizards in this building had considered that she might need some more room...well perhaps she shouldn’t be so hard on them. This way she got to decorate it herself. 

Within the half hour her office was three times the size it had been before, and decorated with a victorian-style lavender interior. By that time her first meeting was supposed to be in, Harry Potter, the celebrity, the boy who lived. He was an important aura now, and supposedly her new partner in transitioning. There were problems on both sides, both Wizards and Diviners thought themselves somewhat superior to the other. 

James was fuming the second he got an owl or more accurately close on a dozen from McGonagall, Flitwick, Dumbledore, and a few others. how could this be bloody happening that his son who had already been through so much be one of the champions of the Triwizard tournament. there was supposed to be only three total. Somehow though his son was no entered and his daughterhe had no idea how she was doing knowing she had to be worried about her brother.