Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Twenty: Is That A Car?

September first came a lot faster than the siblings were comfortable with. They loved their school. They grew up in Crystal Rose so it was hard to leave sometimes. There was just a lot more to their home than England. A lot fewer idiots and corrupt politicians, as well.

What they really missed most was probably their friends. Like Abby, Hestia, and Sofia. Krinos' best friend was also a mage of Winter Wolf, T'challa. He was a jungle cat mage that specializes in shapeshifting. That's what makes their friends so special to them. They don't have to keep their powers a secret. They didn't have to dance around the topic of demons or waltz around the subject of the other mystic soul schools. Neville, Fred, George, and Percy are good friends and they hoped to be able to tell them someday, but it wasn't the same.

Demons were a regular occurrence for mystic souls. It was one of the main things that brought them together as a community. Demons usually leave the wand-users alone, for some odd reason, and that leaves them to target mystic souls and Wiccans. Whether it's simple Swarm or Kazi demons or the big bads like the Demon of Fear or the Source of all Evil himself, mystic souls fight them as one. It's how most of them get so advanced in potions. Lots of practice from brewing vanquishing potions for the Underworld inhabitants.

Olivia had been the one to take them to King's Cross Station this time. She didn't want to risk another attempt by the British Ministry of Idiots to interfere with Harry's life. She opened up a portal and they stepped into the alley next to the station.

"Any political idiots in sight," Melody asked.

"Not that I can see," Harry responded, his eyes like a hawk's. "Gotta love the eyesight of birds of prey."

Selene neighed in agreement. Harry put her on her enchanted leash and they all walked into the station.

"I wonder if there will ever be a day where we can use our powers to transport directly onto the platform," Krinos thinks out loud, Wolf in his arms.

"Mystic souls will more likely be hunted down and killed, or even have their magic taken from them," Olivia informed them.

The trio looked at their older cousin. While Krinos and Melody were co-heirs to the Gardna title, she had always been the family member more politically inclined.

"The reason why Britain thinks that mystic souls haven't been here in two hundred years is that we're a lot sneakier than they think," Olivia smirked. "We have alerts that warn us, at the Council, when a mystic soul is born in Britain so we can take action. Invisibility, ninja, and stealth mages watch the families to guard the child. When the child starts showing signs of mystic soul magic, the mage takes the child away and a mind mage is brought in to erase the family's memories if they react badly."

"I'm guessing there aren't any cases of accepting parents," Harry says.

"In two hundred years, we've had three dozen cases of child abuse, two dozen cases of attempts to bind their magic, and more than a hundred cases of abandonment," Olivia said. "Try as we might, even the might of magical Greece can't do anything about it. We rescue the children, but that's all we can do no matter how noble that is."

"I hate politics," Harry complained.

"Says the future Lord Potter," Krinos reminded.

"As proud as I am of my family, this country gives me a headache," Harry says. "When I'm able to take up the lordship, I'm assigning a proxy and getting the Hades out of there."

"With the speed of a cheetah, I don't doubt that for a OOFF," Melody exclaimed, having walked right into a pillar. "What the..."

Looking up, it was the supposed entrance to Platform 9 ¾. The pillar between platforms nine and ten. But instead of walking right through the pillar and onto the platform, Melody had hit a solid surface.