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Now Fourteen year old Harry Potter rolled on the grass on the hills of Ilvamorny’s many gardens. It had been a long two years since he had met his family and things couldn’t have been more wonderful for the boy.

In his third year not much of interest had happened apart from the occasional Wizgaurmoung meetings and letters to his friends back home.

Things at Hogwarts were going smoothly as well but the Ministry had kept Dumbledore as Headmaster, why that happened was beyond Harry’s comprehension but at least he was here in America away from the old man’s control. 

He had spent the last year being raised by his overly protective family and an equal amount of time having Theo by his side.

And for the first time in his life, Harry was perfectly fine with being coddled by his family and fed till his little hearts content. He had managed to actually grow with the care and love he had received which pleased the Volturi knowing he did in fact age but no one really knew when or if he would stop aging.

At Ilvermorny Harry threw himself into learning.

Without chaos chasing him, he discovered he was actually really good at magic and school subjects.

Hermione, Theo and Remus were very pleased about it.

Theo had managed to fit in quite well, he joined the chess club and book clubs with the werewolves. He also sent letters weekly to the Denali coven.

Draco surprised Harry the most. He had mostly grown into himself with the help of Seth, he was still the old prat he was back in first year but he was a lot calmer and approachable now a days. He deeply valued Seth’s input and happiness and was even somewhat close with Seth’s family.

Lucius was not pleased when he found out about the imprint and demanded Draco break it and go back home but the blonde had refused and due to the laws of the American creature laws Draco was within his rights to stay in America due to his imprint and himself being underage, it did help Harry and Sirius both supported him. Lucius felt it was simply a teenage rebellion on Draco’s part and left soon after waiting for his son to come to his senses.

The only time anything resembling danger happened was when Seth chased a prankster Pukwudgie student up three flights of stairs because he had tried to insult Draco’s attitude which was fair but to do it in-front of Seth of all people was not so smart.

“Hello Tesoro.” Harry poked his head up seeing Theo come up to him. Theo himself had aged nicely in Harry’s very non biased opinion. He was very handsome with those pretty blue eyes and his brown hair.

Harry had never managed to really tell Theo how he felt and he wasn’t sure when he really caught feelings for his best friend.

”Hey Theo how are you?” Harry sat up from his soft nest of grass to get a better look at the beauty that was Theodore Nott.

”Nothing just came back from talking with Remus.” Theo sat down not noticing the blush on the boys face.

 Remus had taken over for DADA after Professor Willows had retired last year. He was an excellent teacher and the students soared under his watch. This year they might even get to learn the Potronus spell.

“I’m surprised he managed to get everyone to do that third year spell in under a week…Moony is truly amazing.” 

“Speaking of that, did you get Sirius’ release papers in order.” Theo asked as Harry nodded.

”Yes his paperwork has been delivered so as of this year Padfoot is a free wizard he mostly wants to stay on the reservation taking care of things there I think the mellow environment really helped with his recovery.”

”He’s off his potions to.”

”Yep and so am I.” Harry said with pride.

Theo smiled and ruffled his hair.

The two continued to talk when an owl landed beside them with a letter tied to its leg. Harry blinked and looked at Theo then over at the bird as he took the letter watching as it flew off.

”Who’s it from Tesoro.”

”I don’t know, usually I get my mail delivered by Hedwig or one of my elves.” Harry mumbled and looked at the seal.

It was from the ICW.

The two boys looked at each other then over at the letter again and Harry quickly tore it open and started to read and what he learned would change his peaceful life into the biggest headache he had ever had.

”…..I HAVE TO DO BACK TO ENGLAND!”

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Harry read the letter for the fourth time pacing around his and Theo’s dorm room as he tried to come to terms with what had just happened to him.

“To Lord Heir Harry James Potter-Black

By decree of the International Confederation of Wizards, you are hereby informed that your name has been selected by the Goblet of Fire in England as a Champion in the Triwizard Tournament.

You are required to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry immediately. Noncompliance will result in the snapping of your magical core due to the contract of the Triwizard Tournament.”

Harry slowly lowered it.

Theo spoke first.

“…You’ve got to be joking.”

Harry groaned, rubbing his temples. “I don’t even want to go back. I like it here. Also, isn’t the Triwizard Tournament for schools you actually attend?”

“The argument they will try to make is that you have already attended Hogwarts so that’s why you were chosen.”

”But I’m not even seventeen aren’t there laws for this.” Harry growled as he paced around their dorm.

The worst part? Harry could already picture Dumbledore’s twinkle, McGonagall’s sigh and Snape’s sneer.

Theo snatched the letter out of his hand. “Well,” he said, folding the parchment with unnecessary aggression, “if you’re going I’m going with you.”

Harry blinked. “You’re not even in the tournament.”

“I don’t trust Britain,” Theo declared. “Also, you’re a magnet for chaos and anything distractive.”

“You know we have to tell everyone right.” Harry said as he looked over at the other wizard.

”We should tell your aunt rose last.”

The two got ready and went through the floo back to their temporary home in Massachusetts, they wanted to be closer to Harry.

Theo walked beside Harry with the letter folded neatly in his pocket. Harry’s expression was grim while Theo’s was the face of someone preparing to deliver bad news to a roomful of highly dangerous immortals.

Theo knew of the attack on the Dursleys that happened over a year ago but he wasn’t sure if Harry wanted to talk about that right now.

“Tell me Tesoro which do you think would be worse, your dad or your Godfather.”

Harry chuckled softly and shook his head.”Depends who’s in a worse mood.”

They pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the living room. Everyone was already there since they all heard the floo activate from Carlisle’s office when the two boys came from it.

Carlisle and Esme looked up from their books warm and welcoming as always.

”Hello you two how are you.” Esme asked as she kissed Harry on the head.

“I’m good nana how are you.” Harry asked softly.

”I’m great would you two like some tea.” 

Harry and Theo both nodded and thanked her as Sirius came up and ruffled Harry’s hair.

”Hello pup.”

”Hey Padfoot how is everything.”

”Great the wards are holding strong and the pack is happy.”

“So what brings you two here you don’t usually come in the middle of the week unannounced.” Carlisle asked softly.

”We actually come with news.” Theo said.

That got everyone’s attention.

”You’re not pregnant right.” Sirius accounted as he glared over at Theo.

”What…No of course not.” Harry said.

“Then what’s going on.”

”It’s about the British Ministry.” Theo said.

”What do they want?”

“Harry apparently.”

Harry unfolded the letter and handed it to Jasper, who read it silently. His expression didn’t change but the pressure in the room did. A cold, fierce protectiveness rolled off him like a winter storm.

Carlisle read over his shoulder and sucked in a sharp breath and then was followed by everyone else when the letter was passed arohnd.

Sirius exploded first.

“THE TRIWHAT NOW…?!?”

“Harry whatever this is you are not going to take part in it.” Jasper stated sternly and Harry for once hoped that tone really could save him.

”Dad I don’t have a choice I have to go back.”

“What do you mean you have to go back.”

“If I don’t go then I go against the magical contract and to do that will make my magic snap.”

”What happens if your magic snaps.” Esme asked as she came in with tea and scones.

”….A wizard with a broken or snapped core is a dead wizard.”

The vampires were silent then looked over at Sirius as if to ask him to confirm Harry’s statement. Unfortunately for them the man did nod his head agreeing with his godson.

“You’ll…die.” Jasper said softly.

”Yes dad my magic is tied to that cup not even the ICW can change that.”

”Who even did this that tournament is meant for wixen seventeen years and older not fourteen year olds who aren’t even in that school system.” Sirius said.

”Harry thinks Dumbledore has something to do with it.” Theo said.

”Remus is going to freak when he finds out about this.” 

“Just wait until Rosalie finds out.”

Everyone shuddered at the thought of what the blonde would do to the old man.

Jasper turned fully to Harry, his voice low and steady. “We will all accompany you to England. They will not force you into anything without us present. And if anyone threatens you…”

“Jasper,” Carlisle warned gently.

“I wasn’t going to kill anyone,” Jasper said innocently. “Maiming is sufficient.”

”That’s a lie and you know it.” Edward argued.

“We are all going to go and make sure Harry doesn’t bite anyone.” Caroline said.

”I personally do not have an issue with that now pup remember go for the jugular and don’t let go until the body stops kicking.” Sirius said as Harry stared wide eyed at him.

”Is Harry even allowed in England who knows what they will do to him if they found out he a vampire.” Theo said as he chose to ignore Sirius’ unplanned killing lesson.

“They might try to strip his rights and classify him as a dangerous creature like regular vampires it doesn’t help he is the only one of his kind.” Carlisle said.

”But Harry has never hurt anyone and is perfectly sane and compliant he’s been with the American Ministry just fine.” Edward argued.

”The ICW wants to meet with me before I go over to ensure I’m not…killed.” Harry mumbled.

”Well let’s get this over with we should at least make sure you can control yourself around others behavior so they won’t get a chance to set you off.” Edward said softly.

“Does the English Ministry eEven know about Harry being a hybrid.” 

“It will come to light at some point especially if Dumbledore wants Harry under his control he will use anything he can to get Harry back on those chains of his.” Theo stated.

”Well let’s get going and we have to let Ilvamorny know I will most likely be leaving…they will not be pleased.” Said Harry as he mentally prepared himself for more nonsense to come his way.

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Harry, Sirius and Jasper walked into MACUSA with the parchment secured in Harry’s robe pocket. He had just been there last week for a Wizgourmouunt meeting and now he was back again. 

The lobby was busy, loud, and far more efficient than the British Ministry department Harry remembered. It was humorous to see how much he had changed in just two years. He was a lot more serious then before and walked straight and strong. His magic flowed through his gains pulsing at his every emotion while his shadow gift lay dormant like a loyal dog waiting for his master to call for it to attack.

He was no longer that shy little boy Dumbledore hoped he would have become.

They approached the reception desk, where a sharp-eyed witch looked up from her typewriter.

”Lord Heir Potter Black I was not aware a Wizgaourmont meeting was being held.”

”It is not I am here for personal  business I need to speak with the Ministry immediately.”

She nodded and quickly peeled him in. After some time and due to Harry’s connections he was able to see the Minister.

The office was warm, modern, and decorated with photographs of witches and wizards and many species. Werewolves, vampires, giants, goblins, MACUSA clearly embraced integrative magic.

Director Jarvis walked in with a parchment in his hands.” Lord Heir Potter Black, Lord Black, Mr Cullen I assume you have received the same summons by the ICW that we have.” 

Harry let out a breath. “That’s one way to put it. I want to know what rights I have as… as what I am. And what happens when I go back to England.”

“Ah.” She folded her hands. “This is about the British Ministry’s stance on creature blood.”

”Among other things.” Sirius mumbled holding Harry close to his side.

Harry nodded. “They’re not exactly… welcoming.”

“That’s an understatement,” Jasper muttered.

“Let me speak plainly: Britain is fifty years behind when it comes to magical-being legislation. Having a hybrid child they have no record on especially a high-profile one is considered politically volatile. They will be cautious at best, hostile at worst.”

”Harry is still the only hybrid of his kind correct.” Said Sirius.

”Yes according to the ICW he is.” Jarvis confirmed

Harry swallowed. “…So what protections do I actually have?”

“Because you were legally enrolled at Ilvermorny and registered under our magical census, you are, by law, under MACUSA’s protection.”

“If they attempt to ‘register’ you as a creature, restrict your wand use, or place you under observation MACUSA will intervene and even the ICW themselves.”

Harry blinked. “They… could try that?”

“Oh, they will try,” Sirius said grimly.

Jarvis didn’t deny it.

“No blood tests, no magical scans, no behavioral assessments, unless you voluntarily consent. Decline everything.”

“An ICW representative will accompany you into Hogwarts to monitor your safety and treatment.”

Sirius perked up. “Wait like a bodyguard?”

“More like a political shield,” she said. “Though we do have exceptionally competent bodyguards if you prefer.”

Jasper’s eyes gleamed. “You sure are going through a lot for Harry.”

”We are frankly none of us trust Albus Dumbledore to not attempt to get involved with Harry and the fact he was even put into the tournament is concerning enough, as you know we cannot risk pulling him out and run the risk of him dying.”

Harry sat forward. “What if Britain tries to say I’m too dangerous for Hogwarts? That I shouldn’t compete in the Tournament?”

”They can say as they wish but the fact of the matter is you were chosen from the Goblet of Fire it’s a magically tied contract in every way and to ignore it will result in your magical core snapping you and them do not have a choice.”

“Who even would do this anyway.”

”We have our suspects and as you know Peter Pettegrew is still at large and hasn’t been seen there is also Albus Dumbledore who very much has still tried to annul your right to be here and force you back on English soil.” Jarvis looked down at Harry.

“Harry,” He said softly, “you deserve to hear this part honestly.”

Harry braced himself.

“There will be people in Britain who fear you. Who speak against you. Who spread lies, rumors, or worse. But you are not without rights. You have proven you are in control of yourself and have never had an incident, the Vulturi even speak highly of you.”

Jasper placed his hand over Harry’s.

Sirius said, “We’re with you. Every step.”

Jarvis nodded. “And so are we.”

“Should we expect an official complaint from the British Ministry?” Sirius asked.

Jarvis’ smile was cool and slick with amusement.

“Oh, they already attempted one,” He said. “We denied it. Politely of course.”

Jasper smirked. “Pity.”

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For the first time in decades, Hogwarts buzzed with genuine anticipation.

The enchanted ceiling glittered like a thousand stars, the banners of the visiting schools hung proudly from the rafters, and students whispered excitedly over pumpkin pasties and sweet tarts.

Through this whole mess of students a few were missing, pulled out from the school at some point. While most wanted to leave their parents either couldn’t afford the transfer to another school or didn’t want to send their children to other countries, it also didn’t help that all wixen children had to be in a credited school of magic so homeschooling’s wasn’t an option either.

Many of the missing students were purebloods and from Slytherin house but the Headmaster paid those wixen no mind as he forced on one student who had been taken from his birthplace by force two years ago.

Harry potter.

He was meant to be here serving in the war…It was his destiny the prophecy said so.

But instead he was kidnapped and taken away to another country with people who didn’t even matter. They told nothing but lies to the boy and how he was being pampered and coddled like a four year old child. Harry had one purpose and one purpose only.

To serve for the greater good.
 
He had his set backs when everything came to light but no matter what he tried he couldn’t get the ICW to see reason and with Black being found innocent and wanting his precious Godson in America the British ministry had nothing to play so the old Headmaster had been forced to get creative.

The boy would come back and see reason.

Madame Maxime swept in, towering and elegant. Her students followed closely behind her as she looked down at the French wixen with pride. The Hogwarts students awed at the newcomers some whispering is Harry had been transferred to the French Wizarding school instead.

Then Karkaroff entered with Viktor Krum at his side, to squeals of awe. The rest of the Durmstrang students came in with their performance of magic. 

Dumbledore watched them all and smiled. Ron and Hermione both stared back at him as they knew he would try something on Harry.

“Welcome to Hogwarts! Tonight, we celebrate the reopening of the Triwizard Tournament!” The headmaster announced as he stood at his podium after the introductions of the new coming schools.

Cheers erupted from all over the great hall.

“As tradition dictates, the Goblet of Fire will choose one champion from each of our three schools.”

He gestured to the enchanted flames blazing inside the Goblet.

“The champions will be bound by magical contract to compete.”

A ripple of excitement passed through the hall.

Soon after the students put in names the goblet flared and the first name was spat out for everyone to see.

”Fleur Delacour.” Dumbledore accounted as students cheered and the Veela bowed.

“Victor Krum.” Again cheered as the Bulgarian students roared with joy.

Dumbledore grew nervous as the next champion was the one for Hogwarts.

The last name came out and the headmaster caught it.

”…Cedric Digory.” While everyone cheered for the Hufflepuff Dumbledore’s last hope of Harry being returned to him shattered.

The goblet came to life one last time and everyone including himself grew silent as a fourth name was shot out.

It fluttered downward slowly, slowly…
landing in Dumbledore’s outstretched hand.

His eyes widened just for a heartbeat.

The hall waited in silence.

Dumbledore almost smirked and read the name aloud.

“Lord Heir Harry James Potter Black Cullen.”

It was complete silence then all hell broke loose.

“But he’s not here!”

“He hasn’t been here for two years!”

“How is that even possible?”

“He doesn’t even go to Hogwarts anymore!”

“Is he even still alive?!”

Ron stared at the parchment in horror while Hermione pressed a hand to her mouth.

Snape’s expression warped between fury and confusion and Mcgongall all but fainted.

“Harry Potter… has been chosen as a champion.”

McGonagall whispered to the old wizard.
“Albus. He isn’t a student here. He isn’t even in the country.”

“He will be soon.”

THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! A FOURTH CHAMPION? A CHILD NOT EVEN ENROLLED?” Karkaroff exclaimed stalling his fists on the table

Madame Maxime snarled.

“TREEKS AND DARK MEGEEC..THAT IS WHAT THIS EES!” 

The hall erupted in shouts.

Moody slammed his staff down.

“QUIET!”

The echo silenced the room.

He turned that eerie blue magical eye toward the Goblet.

”Whoever did this just created an international war…Wherever Potter is that Ministry will be forced to make a statement of what has happened and the ICW will have to be involved.”

No one said anything as they knew he was right.

“We must send word to him immediately,” he said softly. “The contract is binding.”

Hermione gasped.
“So he has to come back?”

Dumbledore’s eyes dimmed.

“Yes.”

Ron whispered, horrified:
“But Harry hasn’t been here in years. He doesn’t even belong to Hogwarts anymore.”

”He has slept in these walls once and the school will see him as one of its own again.”

”But if he’s in another school that would make four schools completing.” Flitwick stated.

“I’m sure we can reach a settlement with Harry besides I’m sure he would love to come back home where he belongs.” 

No one really paid attention to the old man’s statement except for Ron and Heroine who knew Harry very much did not want to come back.

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Harry sat on the edge of his bed suitcase open but barely packed. A half-folded sweater lay forgotten in his hands. The coven was downstairs discussing travel logistics with MACUSA Arours, Theo was pacing the hallway muttering about British politics and unfair treatments, and his dad was probably hunting to calm his nerves.

But right now, Harry felt… alone.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

Remus slipped inside quietly, closing the door behind him. He looked tired, he always looked tired after the full moon but the gentleness in his eyes never dimmed.

“Thought you might need company,” Remus said sitting beside Harry on the bed.

Harry exhaled shakily.”A big part of me never wanted to set foot in England…the only way I might have gone back was to see my parents grave but now they are forcing me to go.”

Remus hummed. “Life rarely gives us tidy endings.”

Harry chuckled weakly. “Yeah. I guess I was hoping for at least a tidy beginning.”

A long silence stretched between them as they simply enjoyed each other’s presence.

Finally Harry spoke again.

“I wish you could come with me.”

“You know I’d follow you anywhere Prongslet.” 

Harry swallowed. “But you can’t. The werewolf laws… they’re brutal. If you even step foot in the British Ministry without registering they’ll lock you up. And if you do register they’ll treat you like some dangerous animal. I can’t let that happen to you they already will hate me for being me I can’t let them treat you like that again…I won’t allow it.”

“Harry,” he murmured softly as he pulled the hybrid close to his side. “I’ve lived under those laws my whole adult life. And I survived… barely. But you shouldn’t have to worry about protecting me. I’m supposed to protect you.”

“But you can’t,” Harry whispered as his voice cracked. “Not this time.”

Remus closed his eyes. “No. I can’t.”

Harry looked away blinking his tears away.

“Everything feels like it’s spinning. Like I’m being pulled somewhere I don’t want to go and no matter how strong I get, no matter what gifts or magic I get I still feel weak…I’m still scared.”

“I think there is something I can give you before you go.” Remus said softly as he took Harry’s hand in his own.

Harry tilted his head. “What’s that?”

Remus smiled and got up from the bed.

“I’m going to teach you the Patronus charm.”

Harry blinked. “A Patronus? Moony that’s advanced magic.”

”I’m sure you can handle it, I was going to teach you last year but i didn’t want to overwhelm you with everything else going on.”

Harry gaped at him not sure what to say.

“It’s also one of the most powerful protections a wizard can carry,” Remus said. “Against darkness, against fear, against manipulation and despair and whatever Hogwarts becomes for you.”

Harry swallowed.

The thought warmed and frightened him in equal measure.

“You think I can learn it?”

Remus squeezed his shoulder.

“I think you’re exactly the kind of person who can master it.”

”I wish you could come with me to help me learn.” Harry said softly causing the werewolf to smile.

”At least with this a part of me will be with you.” Remus pulled him into a gentle hug and Harry snuggled into him long used to the smell of wolf and vise versa.

When they parted Remus let the boy go and smiled at him.

“Come,” he said softly. “Let’s go downstairs we have a few hours before dawn.”

Harry smiled and followed the other downstairs pulling Theo along for the ride as Remus offered to teach him as well.

He did wonder what his Patronus would be.

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The living room had been cleared out with furniture pushed against the walls windows cracked open to let in the cold night air. The only light came from the fireplace that now had all kinds of pictures of Harry on its mantle.

Funny how before he never had a single picture on anything.

Harry stood on one side of the room while Theo stood on the other, wand in hand and trying very hard to look sure of himself.

Remus paced between them calm and steady his teaching voice sliding into place just like at school.

“All right you two,” he said. “The Patronus Charm is not just about skill. It’s about emotion, intention, and clarity. You must hold onto a memory that makes you feel truly, unmistakably happy.”

Theo muttered, “My happiest memory is the day I escaped Divination”

Harry snorted.

Remus sighed and shook his head.

“Let’s try something less…dramatic shall we,” Remus said dryly.

Theo shrugged then smiled softly looking over at Harry beside him. “My happiest memory is probably meeting Harry.”

Harry blinked. “Wait, really?”

Theo huffed. “You’re the first friend I ever made who didn’t want something from me or judge me for who my father was or where I came from.”

Harry smiled softly as he gently took Theo’s hand in his own.

“You’ll always be my happiest memory.”

Harry’s chest warmed.

Remus smiled gently at the two of them.

He turned to Harry snapping the boys out of each others thoughts.

“And you?”

Harry hummed softly at the thought. A lot had changed in just two years but he always held onto the happiness he felt when he realized his dad and coven wanted him, his time at Ilvamorny was always fun to look at and…and being with Theo was the happiest he has and had ever been. Nothing compared to being with Theo.

So many tiny bits happy memories all squished into one giant happy memory.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“My happiest memory,” he said softly, “…there are so many to choose from.”

Jasper came over and gently ruffled Harry’s hair as Remus smiled down at him.

”You can use a lot of memories Harry.”

Remus stepped back showing the two boys the wand movements needed for the spell.

“Wands out and clear your minds. Don’t force it to come out instead feel your magic pulse in your blood and bodies.”

Harry lifted his wand. Theo mirrored him and their wand tips glowed faintly.

“Repeat after me,” Remus instructed as his own wolf patronus leaped into view.

“Expecto Patronum.”

They spoke in unison.

“Expecto Patronum.”

Nothing happened and their tips dimmed agin.

Theo sighed. “I think my wand is allergic to happiness”

Harry snorted. “Your wand is allergic to you.”

Theo glared. “Excuse you…”

Remus clapped his hands. “Alright you two that’s enough now try again.”

Harry inhaled deeply and raised his wand again.

He pictured his dads arms around him, remembered behind in his late papas belly safe and protected and being with Theo for the past two years.

Light flickered at the tip of his wand as it glowed a light blue and silver.

Remus’s eyes widened as he watched the boy.

“That’s it Harry keep going.”

Theo tried again, muttering to himself as he remembered his own good memories.

“Meeting Harry… meeting Harry… meeting Har…”

A small, silvery puff burst from his wand.
It looked vaguely like a hoof then it dissolved.

Theo scowled. “What was THAT?”

Remus chuckled. “Your doing well Theo this spell takes practice.”

Remus stepped behind Harry as he gently steadied him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Let your magic feel the memory, feel the spell flow through your blood and don’t resist it.”

Harry exhaled then slowly loosened his body.

Hold the memory he told himself.

And whispered.

“Expecto Patronum”

Light burst from his wand bright, silver streamed flowed around for a few seconds then came together forming an animal.

The animal grew in size and large antlers sprouted from its head.

A silver stag.

Tall and proud and perfect.

Theo froze.

Remus’s breath hitched as he looked at the now large stag. He hadn’t seen that animal in over ten years.

The stag circled Harry once, luminous and magnificent, then dissolved into glittering particles that floated like stars.

Harry stared in shock looking at where the stag once stood.

“Dad..”

Remus’s voice shook.

“You summoned a full corporeal Patronus on your first real attempt.”

Harry didn’t say anything at first just trying to process what he had just seen or well..what he had just created.

Harry laughed as he cast the patronus again and watched as the stag pranced around the room.

Theo smiled as he watched the boy interact with the creature and hoped he would be able to cast his own patronus soon as well.

Remus ruffled Theo’s hair seeing that the boy needed some comfort.

“You’ll get there. And when you do, your Patronus will be just as remarkable.”

Theo smiled up at him.” I hope it matches Harry in some way, then we really will share everything.”

Remus chuckled softly and smiled down at him.

He hoped so as well.