Harry Potter 1. Henri Samedi - Prologue

**Henri Samedi**

**A/N**

The idea for this story started out as a modified version of Reptilia28's challenge and I will give credit to the writers who took the challenge and completed the work. BUT after I wrote to Reptillia28, explained me idea and the response I received was "Whatever", I changed my idea and evolved the story in my own way.

Harry will evolve into a Super Harry and a Godling Harry, but it will not be immediate. This is a pre-Hogwarts up to 5th year. No real Bashing, Dumbledore will be Manipulative but overall good man, who has had his plans stomped on by the changes in Harry's life.

The story is set 10 years later than in canon, not for reasons of technology as in some stories, but in National and International events that happened between 1990 and 2005, which will be used as part of the story itself.

If you don't like any of these concepts, please go elsewhere.

**Prologue**

Eleven year old Harry's underdeveloped and underfed body became instantly aware. The first thing he realized was that he did not hurt. The second thing he realized was the he was standing on something moving but he could not move his body. His head was free to move as he wanted but nothing else worked. The last thing Harry realized was that he was not scared and felt like he was wrapped in a warm comfortable blanket.

He saw that he was not alone, there were several other people traveling with him. He could not make out specific faces, but he saw, men, women and children all traveling with him. He then looked down at what was moving. He found that he was standing on a moving path of color. It slowly changed from color to color, up and down the spectrum.

The pathway was moving them toward a massive building. Hundreds of other bridges also moved toward a building that Harry could only compare to an office building. He noticed that the building went several stories up and down from his point of view. The levels below were obscured by clouds and the levels above reach further than he could see, also fading into clouds.

One strange thing Harry found was that there were white and gold escalators coming from the sky connecting to every level to the left of the paths. On the right were black and red escalators descending into the clouds below.

As he neared the building, Harry blinked and the next thing Harry knew, he was sitting in an office of some sort. He was sitting across a desk from a dark skinned man wearing a dark purple suit, white shirt and a purple and white silk top hat. The man had a pair of mirrored sunglasses with one of the lenses missing. They were pulled down on his nose as he said "Petit, vous créé une tempête de merde avec les panthéons"

When the man realized that Harry did not understand him, he snapped his fingers and repeated himself, but this time Harry heard "Little one, you sure created a shit storm with the pantheons".

Harry cringed and tried to shrink into himself.

"Oh no, dear child, it was fucking hilarious!" The man explained and then began laughing. His baritone voice seemed to be like rolling thunder, but at the same time comforting to Harry.

"The Celtics, Norns, and the Romans were the loudest. Bridget and Juno actually started hair pulling until Freyja bitched slapped both of them. The Chinese and Japanese as well as the Greeks also added in that they wanted you." The man paused to wipe an imaginary tear from his eye. Finally after all the hall was tore to hell, the Koreans of all things, suggested a third party deal with you, so you got me now."

"Huh?" Harry responded in complete confusion.

"Ah shit, you as confused as fuck, hum?" the man said and then smiled. "I'll start at the beginning then."

"Your previous Death agent has been reassigned and the other powers that be, got in to a fight over who would replace the previous agent." He then extended his hand and said, "I am known as Baron Samedi, The Voodoo loa of death, crossroads, healing and sex." He leered at the last word, but then realized Harry was too young to care about that yet.

"Am I..I..DEAD!?" Harry screamed.

"Yes, little one, but it is not the first time and it will not be the last time" The Baron replied bluntly.

Harry hiccupped a sob away as he realized what the man had said, "not..the..first..time?" He asked slowly.

"No Harry it is actually your third time" He then explained, "That is what has everyone here so upset. Most people don't have that many unapproved deaths in their whole existence, let alone in the first eleven years of their life."

"How did I…" Harry tried to ask.

"This time or the times before? Samedi asked.

Harry just nodded numbly. He honestly wanted both questions answered.

"Well the first time you died was the night that your parents died." He began to explain. "While the Killing Curse of the "Wandies" did bounce back and hit ole Tommy-boy Riddle, the energy knocked you into the wall and you died of brain damage."

Harry nodded in understanding; He remembered that Hagrid had told him about how his parents really died.

"The second time was another head injury, you fell out of a tree, that bitch Marge Dursley had that damned mutt, 'Ripper' tree you in. You hit the pavement hard." The Baron continued.

"This last time," he began but Harry interrupted.

"I remember that one." Harry said bowing his head, another tear leaked out of his eye.

Vernon had shot him with a shotgun moments after he returned to Privet Drive with his school supplies. The last Harry remembered was the large man yelling about freaks.

Harry was so glad that he had Hagrid return that beautiful snowy owl to the store. He could tell it hurt the man when Harry asked, but Harry would rather not have the life and death of such an innocent creature on his mind and heart. Now he was even happier that he had requested it.

"Well it has been agreed that you cannot remain in that place any longer. There are several of us that believe we owe you a better childhood" The Baron explained, "So you are going to get it."

"What about Hogwarts?" Harry asked. He actually was excited to go to the school and learn magic.

"Oh you will be going there if you still want to learn "wandie" magic after we are done with you." The Baron said calming the young boy. "But that will not be for a'while, I am sending you to learn Voodoo and nature magic, also known as Wicca, for a little bit."

He then smiled again, adding, "You may not like what we are goin' be doin' to ya', at firs' any ways."

"What?" Harry asked.

"We are going to make it so that you are taken to New Orleans, Louisiana in the United States." The man explained softly, "We are going to give you to a woman who will be your mama in all but blood. She will give you a good childhood and in nine years, you can go to Hogwarts if you want."

"Nine years, I will be too old then!" Harry whined.

"Oh no little one, you are going back in time to six months after you went to the Dursley's. I will force that woman to take you where you need to be, and that way Vernon Dursley won't be laying another hand on you." The Baron said coldly. In that moment Harry got a glimpse at the real Baron.

The man's face was covered in a shadow and when the shadow lifted his face was that of a skull with a cold emptiness in the eye sockets. His hands were replaced by thin pale bones. In that moment Harry was glad he had not upset the man.

"The woman you will be having as your new family is called "Mama Renee", she is one of the Voodoo elders in the parish, never had any children, but wanted some. She always mothers the area children." The Baron began to explain.

"She will teach you what you need to know about Voodoo," He then paused. "But know this, you may be Harry James Potter son of a "wander" Witch and Wizard, but you is also going to be Henri René Samedi, The Baron's Boy.

The Baron smiled broadly but then noticed that the boy looked confused, scare and very pensive. He sighed and asked, "Did I go too fast for you?"

The newly renamed Henri nodded silently. His mind swirling with confusion and questions.

The Baron smiled and said "Then I will begin at the beginning." He took a deep breath and continued. "You, your memories and your magical core will be sent back to the April before your 3rd birthday. You will be given two more magical cores, though they will be of a different type than what you have now. Do you understand so far?

"Magical cores? Henri asked.

"Yes they are like the battery in an automobile, when you use magic it takes a bit from the battery to make the magic happen, but by resting, exercising and eating you gain that energy back. Your core, grows from the time you are born until you become an adult, then a couple of times in life it is given a larger boost. Your Wandie magic will be what you have now, plus the little bit you had as a two year old, it will be almost double by the time you are eleven again." The Baron smiled as Henri nodded in understanding.

"You are also getting what the American Magicals call a 'devotional' core and a 'natural' core. The devotional core just means you will be able to do Voodoo magic without draining your Wandie core, it will also grow as you get older. Your natural core will be smaller most of the time but it will grow the more you are in nature and the more you use natural or Wicca based magic." The Baron paused at the confused look on Henri's face. "It will be explained to you as you learn. Just know that while each of the cores can help recharge another, the magic cannot be combined."

"Do I got to be two again?" Henri asked, his voice almost a whine.

"Yes you do, it is so you can be a more or less normal chil', learn things that you are goin'a need and heal from the treatment those Dursleys did to yo'" The Baron's accent slipping as he explained.

Henri huffed but nodded his head.

"You are going to retain your learning that you have done so far, but your body is going to be a two year old, so some things are not going to be as easy to do." The Baron explained. "That being said, you may need help going to relieve yourself, but you will be able to excel in learning to the point that you may be able to skip several grades when you go back to school. You will just need to understand that your emotions are partially mental understanding and partially a body function and it will get frustrating for you."

Henri nodded again, slightly sad.

"When we return you, you will no longer be at Privet Drive, but on your way to a new life. The Baron continued to explain. "We are going to make it easy for Renee to adopt you, both in the magical world and the mundane. I will also make it so that Dumbledore and his people do not learn of you absence until it is much too late."

Henri nodded and relief finally showed on his face.

"I will be watching and visiting so you don't need to worry" The Baron said and then smile, "Remember you are Henri René Samedi, The Baron's Boy."


	2. Henri Samedi - Chapter One

**Henri Samedi**

**A/N**:

In the UK up until the law was changed in 1998, infants and small children did not need a passport of their own, when traveling with a parent or guardian. It will make sense later on in this chapter. Also do not know if the address I use in this chapter is real or not, If it is, it was on accident.

**Chapter One – 2 Dreams, 1 Death and a Return**

Renee LaDoux was an elder lady of sixty two years, the night she went to bed and had the dream of the child who would be her Henri. Her dark caramel skin shined in the moonlight as she prepared for her nightly rest. Her left eye, milky white with blindness contrasted with her dark brown right eye. She placed her glasses on the table beside her bed. The clear glass of the right lens contrasting with the reflective one on the left. Her deep purple robe followed quickly, finding its place on the rocking chair, whose permanent place was beside the small antique table. She was tired and wondered when she would get her final reward.

Renee had been called a Voodoo Queen for well over forty years and some had compared her to Marie Laveau, a notion Renee scoffed at, in her mind Marie Laveau's status as a Queen of Voodoo was unmatched, even by her own works. Renee did not even have the classic beauty that the other woman did.

Within moments of her head touching the pillow, Renee was in a place that both scared her and brought her peace. She was standing to one side of an old dirt crossroads that was near her grandparents' farm, she remembered from her childhood. In the exact center of the crossroad itself, was a man she recognized as 'The Baron'. She immediately bowed her head in reverence but quickly asked, "So is time from my final reward?"

The Baron's face split into a smile. He took off his glasses before responding "Not just yet cher, I am talking with you this way, so that we can take as much time as needed for this discussion. I have a blessing, task and responsibility that I would like you to take for me." The Baron began.

"If you take what I offer, I will energize you so that you feel years younger and give you between ten and fifteen more years to your life." The Baron continued.

"What must I do?" Renee asked softly.

"I am bringing you a child to raise, train and love." He explained. "He is already blessed as a 'Wandie' Wizard and I again blessed him as my chil' and another blessed him with natures magic. He be two nearly three in body, but his mind be years older. So he be needing schooling early, starting almost the day he comes to you."

"When is he to arrive?" She asked.

"He be coming from England, leaving very early in the morning tomorrow and the flying will take about fourteen hours, between there and here." The Baron explained. "I figure that the 'Wandies' will slow things down when he gets here, so it may be anywhere from a couple more hours to six hours later than that, for them to contact you."

"So either late tomorrow or early the day next" Renee confirmed.

"Oui," the Baron confirmed.

"As you say, so it is," Renee acknowledged. Her mind already filling with all the things she would need to purchase to take care of a two year old child. She never realized it when her mind took her into normal dreams.

~~o0o~~

Petunia Dursley was an unhappy woman and she knew it. The life she led was not the life she originally saw for herself, but until a few months ago, she had adapted and was slowly growing to accept it, until that dratted morning on November 1st, when she opened the front door and found the spawn of her sister, sleeping on her door step.

The boy was unnaturally quiet and overly observant. It unnerved her and Vernon both. She wished there was a way they could get rid of the boy and not have it come back to bite them, from _**those people**_. That was the last thing on her mind as she went to sleep that evening.

Petunia found herself standing on a street corner, the street was silent and empty, except for a strange looking black man standing in the center of the street itself. The man was in a purple suit, wearing a top hat of all things. She openly stared at the man for several second in shock, until…

"Hello Petunia Dursley nee Evans." The man said breaking her out of shock. "I have a deal for you. That will get your nephew out of your house forever. It will be done legally both in the mundane and the magical worlds. You will be protected from those in the magical world, until such time as they cannot do anything to change what is going to happen. Is this something you would like to happen?"

"What do I need to do?" Petunia asked.

"When you wake up, you will find an envelope with £6,000, an updated passport for you and your nephew's mundane birth certificate. You will make sure that your nephew has the necessities for a long trip, like formula, nappies, snakes and at least one set of proper fitting clothes. You will then take the next available plane to New Orleans, Louisiana in the United States. There you will have to deal with their magical government, simply tell them that you cannot take care of the boy and are delivering him to Madame Renee LaDoux of 3553 Crescent Court (504) 555-1234. They will have some forms for you to fill out and sign." The man explained. He then added, "The information is also in the envelope."

"After you are done doing that, either take a rest at a hotel or get on the next flight and return home. That is up to you. I will make it so that Dumbledore and his kind forget about you for several years. You need to be ready for him to finally remember you around the time your nephew would be going to _that_ school. When he arrives, just tell him everything that you did and why. I will make sure he never bothers you again." The man finished explaining.

"Who are you?" Petunia finally asked.

"Death," was the one word answer. It chilled Petunia to the bone and solidified that she would do everything asked of her. She then felt as if she was blacking out. The blackness remained until she woke early the next morning, she never did dream that night.

~~o0o~~

A few blocks away on Wisteria Walk, Arabella Figg had already turned in for the night with seven of her nine cats surrounding her in her bed. Mr. Tibbles as the alpha had the place of honor among the cats. He slept on the pillow next to his mistress. Arabella's sleep and that of Mr. Tibbles, Fluffy #3 and Buttercup deepened until all four met the sleep that they would never wake.

The next awareness Arabella had was standing on a garden path, which made a small cross roads as it intersected with another path. She was holding Mr. Tibbles, Fluffy #3 and Buttercup rubbed gently on her ankles.

The Baron stood at the center of the paths and said, "Welcome Arabella, to your just reward. I am sorry that it was required to remove you from the mortal world earlier than planned, but other needs and all that." He paused and then continued, "As a partial payment for your early arrival, I also brought your three favorite Kneazle/Cats to keep you company. I will also offer you a few special choices." He then wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they walked down the path talking, almost as old friends.

The next day, her body and the bodies of the three animals were found still in bed, as if resting. The remaining Kneazle/Cat mixed breeds were taken to a nearby animal shelter. Within a week all of them had been adopted. The area had an upswing of highly intelligent and protective cats for several generations afterward.

~~o0o~~

Petunia had followed the Baron's instructions, but only after waking and finding the envelope with the money and paperwork as had been described in her 'dream'. Vernon was confused as he woke to see his wife hurrying around their room putting her clothing in a small suitcase. At the first the man thought she was leaving him, but quickly learned differently when she noticed he was awake.

"Vernon, we have been given a way to get rid of that freak child, but it requires me going to the United States for a couple of days." Petunia explained.

"Well then we will all go." Vernon said without a concern.

"No!" Petunia almost screeched. "The trip for me and the little freak will not cost us anything, but if you and Dudders are included the price of the ticket is double and THAT would cost us money." She quickly explained about the envelope.

"Why don't we just drop him off in some alley and spend the money on something more important?" Vernon asked.

"GOOD GOD NO!" screamed Petunia. She then grabbed her chest and took a couple of deep breaths. "Vernon you remember how my sister and brother in-law were part of that hidden magical community?" Seeing Vernon nod, she continued. "Well apparently the freak is more freaky that even they were, he has caught the attention of Death, the person, apparently."

That comment was enough for Vernon Dursley, he moved his massive body off the bed with a quickness that belied his girth. "Then that freak must leave immediately" He agreed and began helping her pack.

Before heading to the airport, Petunia went to the nearest all night market and picked up, disposable diapers, a teething ring, some formula and a bottle. Just as she was heading to the register, she considered getting a toy to keep the boy quiet on the trip, quickly deciding on a squeaky dog toy ball, which looked enough like an infant's toy that no one would notice, unless they looked at it closely.

Two and a half hours later, Harry and Petunia were in the air winging their way to America on British Airways flight 137. The trip though airport security was surprisingly easy. The only issue was completely missed by Petunia and the other Mundanes, both passengers and airport staff. Petunia did not notice that when she passed through the metal detector a single amber light remained lit on the side of the machine. Unseen by any of the others, an older looking man shuffled out of a nearby door, tapped the machine with his wand, made a note on a clipboard and returned back through the doorway.

On the plane, they had the whole row of seats to themselves, Harry was in the seat next to Petunia. She had wisely brought one of Dudley's old car seats and Harry was strapped in comfortably. She was encouraged _strongly_ to feed him during takeoff, by two of the flight attendants. They explained that it helped stop him from being fussy due to change in pressure as the plane gain altitude.

The flight attendants and a few passengers noticed that Petunia was inattentive to baby Harry's needs and individually decided to _help_ Harry by encouraging the woman to do what she should. For the whole of the flight, both attendants and passengers took an inordinate amount of time to give both Petunia and Harry attention. As a very self-absorbed woman, Petunia took it as she was the focus and part of the perks of flying in Business class.

Once plane had landed in New York City, they were routed through customs. Once again a single amber light remained lit when Petunia and Harry passed through a metal detector. This time though it was noted and an alert was sent to the American Department of Magic. The amber light designated that a magical being passed through the detector. The alert that was sent to the ADM was that the magical was an infant or child in the custody of a Mundane. The alert also showed the final destination of the highlighted party, that way members of the ADM could contact them upon arrival.

The plane ride between New York and New Orleans was easier on Petunia, she knew her journey with the freaky boy was almost over. Twenty minutes from landing in New Orleans, little Harry's eyes flashed completely black for a fraction of an instant. In that moment, Harry James Potter two year-old's mind was replaced by the mind of eleven year old Henri René Samedi.


	3. Henri Samedi - Chapter Two

**Henri Samedi**

**Chapter Two –The USA**

Renee spent the day divided between talking on the phone with her friends and members of the Hounfour in hopes of either collecting needed supplies or to be told where to get them. When she told different ones that the Baron was blessing her with an infant, they did not laugh or doubt her words and created a large phone calling flurry that amassed hundreds of dollars' worth of items for the child. This included furniture, clothing for a boy up to 5 years old, diapers and similar needs as well as food.

Each person she called wanted to be notified when Renee went to gather him, but quickly agreed that her calling more than a couple of them would be too time intensive so Renee's friends decided to have her call one of them, who would call five and those five would call five each and so on. It was agreed that they would hold a grand party that weekend, so that the child had time to get used to Renee before being properly introduced to the Hounfour.

Seven women descended on Renee's house. Each taking a room and helping the elder woman clean and prepare the house, not only physically but spiritually for the new arrival. Each time a visitor would come to either drop off something or offer to help, one of the women would answer the door for Renee and direct the person in a proper manner. The men were sent to clean and clear the yard, making it more safe for a toddler, while the women were sent to the store for needed items or home to start cooking to help Renee in the coming days.

Renee herself was sent to her room and her private Hounfour (temple/shrine) and spent the majority of the day meditating and communing with the Loa. Her mind finally calming and being at peace the hour before she received the phone call that would change her life and the life of everyone around her.

~~o0o~~

The next time that Henri woke up, his soon to be former aunt was rocking back and forth nervously and the vibrations were shaking the next chair in which Henri and his car seat had been placed. The room was stark white, with no windows and a single metal door. The only decorations on the walls were immigration notices in various languages. The chairs were a hard plastic and groups of them were connected together by a common metal bar. A female immigration officer sat at a desk near the door reading a book and pointedly ignoring Petunia.

The door opened and two men and a woman all dressed in black suits entered the room. The first man was average height with grey hair and eyes. He looked at the female immigration officer and said, "Give us a minute."

Without a word the woman stood up and left the room. When the door closed, the woman in black locked the door from the inside, while the other man walked to the three cameras in the room and pulled the data cable from the back of each of them. When they were done both of them returned to their positions, standing one step behind and at the side of the older man.

"Petunia Dursley nee Evans?" The elder man asked.

"I am she," Petunia responded, now even more scared than before.

"I am Agent Hill, and this is Agent Kent" the man introduced himself and the male agent. He then pointed at the female and said "This is Agent Healer Shell, we are with the New Orleans Department of Magic. We need to check why you are transporting an obviously magical child over international lines?"

"The boy is my nephew, his name is Harry James Potter, his parents…"Petunia began to explain.

"We know who Harry Potter is," Agent Hill interrupted. "How did you come to be in possession of him?"

"His mother is my sister, Lily Potter nee Evans, we found him in a basket, on our front doorstep on the 1st of November with just a note pinned to his blanket." Petunia explained and then an emotion burst. "We can't take care of him, we are normal folk and…"

For the next fifteen minutes Petunia explained everything, from the fear of magic, to their fear of Dumbledore and what the others would do, to her dream and directions. When she got to the point of the being that called himself 'Death', the agents interrupted and asked her to describe him to them. It was at that point the healer pulled out her wand.

The group of agents each noticed the flinch that Petunia gave at the sight of the wand. They realized how fearful the woman really was about magic. The Healer turned to Harry and cast a short series of diagnostic spells on the toddler. As the results came back she gasped in shock.

"Hey boss, you got to see this," She said casting the last spell a second time so her superior could see the results.

The spell she cast, they all three knew was to check the condition of the magical core. The results were doubly shocking. So shocking that each of the agents cast their own spell to confirm it.

The first and greater shock was that the boy not only had the expected core, positioned in the solar-plexus region, but a second was in the center of the boy's small chest and a third was near the center of his forehead. Each one of them with a distinctive color and energy output. The expected core was emerald green, while the chest core was royal purple and the forehead core was light pink.

The second shock was that size and power output of the lower two cores. The expected core was stable and held roughly the power of a 1st or 2nd year student. The second core was also stable and held power nearly as strong. The highest core held the energy that was expected of a two year old child.

"With what we were told boss," Agent Kent began, "I would figure that the purple core is like some of those Devotional Voodoo mundane people got and the other is like some of those Nature Wicca mundane's have."

"Be that as it may, we need to verify with the Brits if they are willing to release him to the US." Agent Hill countered. "What name would we put on the paper away?"

Just then a very attentive Henri spoke clearly, for a two year old, "I, Henri René Samedi!" Just before rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists.

After a few chuckles about the obviously tired toddler's outburst, paperwork was created that in legal jargon asked for the British Ministry of Magic's approval that one 'Henri René Samedi' formally Harry James Potter to be placed up for adoption and receive American Citizenship.

Agent Hill rushed the paperwork to a nearby office that was connected to an international government floo. "Great Britain, Ministry of Magic, Children and Family Department!" He yelled moments after throwing a small amount of floo powder into the small fireplace.

~~o0o~~

A disgruntled Assistant Junior Undersecretary sat in the office of Children and Family Department, in the Great Britain's Ministry of Magic. The Squat woman was upset because she had to work the late shift. The fact that she only had begun in the position two months before was lost on the woman. She had plans and dreams that did not include sitting at that desk in that small department, even if it was connected directly to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or DMLE. She hated children and make matters worse, the majority of those that she was forced to work with were, half-blood or worse, Muggleborn.

The floo flashed and an international dispatch flew out. It landed primly on her desk. With a loud and long sigh, Delores Umbridge opened the package. She quickly skimmed over the message and found that the missive was about some department wanting to know if a 'Henri René Samedi' was eligible to be adopted and given citizenry in their country.

Delores stopped reading at that point, her mind trying to find any information about the Samedi family. To her the whole name sounded French anyway. What did she care about Frenchy who was probably a half-blood or worse a half-breed. She did not notice the country it was from nor did she read down further in the paperwork to find out that it was about 'Harry James Potter'.

Without thinking and without following proper protocol, the disgruntled witch stamped the request approved and then wrote what she thought was a scathing note to the offending department.

Her note was quoted for years with the one statement that the Americans thought funny, "Don't bother us again with frivolous requests about people who do not matter." A comment that she, the minister of magic and Albus Dumbledore would seriously regret in the future.

~~o0o~~

"May I speak to Madam Renee LaDoux please? A male voice came over the telephone.

"Is this about lil' Henri?" A woman asked, excitement in her voice.

"Well, Yes…" Responded the male voice.

The sound of a phone crashing to floor filled the receiver, followed by the voice of the woman screaming in joy, speaking in French, English and at least one other language the caller did not recognize.

The phone was heard being picked up and a deep male voice answered, "Where do we need to go? We will bring her to you. What information does she need?"

~~o0o~~

Petunia had been released to a nearby hotel, her ticket confirmed and seat verified for the earliest flight back to the United Kingdom. She was free to use the facilities of the hotel, but she was ordered not to leave the grounds. Her guardianship rights had been canceled in the Magic World and as such were also canceled in the Mundane World. She had been declared _**'persona non grata'**_ or an unwanted person, by both the magical and mundane governments of the United States of America. Through marriage and birth that declaration also included Vernon Dursley, Marge Dursley and Dudley Dursley.

Henri was moved to a nearby office, given a diaper change, which embarrassed the older mind of Henri and some juice in sippy cup. The office was much smaller and cozy compared to the holding area he and Petunia had previously been held. A nice smiling woman remained in the room and watched Henri. She even took time to talk and play with him.

One hour to the minute after the phone call, the door to office opened and two men and women led an elderly lady into the room. They were all dressed in colorful, yet tasteful clothing. The women each had their hair hidden in white scarfs. The elder lady had her hair completely hidden in a mass of multicolored scarfs known as a Tignon. It was a subtle way of showing that she outranked the others. Henri would learn over the years that Renee never left the house without her head covered in such a manner.

The three magical agents stood off to one side observing.

The moment Henri saw the elderly woman a slight haze covered his mind and he then spoke, "Mère Renée, je suis ici, s'il vous plaît me chercher. (Mother Renee, I am here, please pick me up.)"

The women all gasp at the perfect diction that the toddler had as well as him speaking in perfect French. Renee smiled at the boy and with a wink asked, "Donc, vous parlez Français mon petit homme, ou est-ce un petit truc du Baron Samedi? (So you speak French my little man, or is it a little trick of the Baron Saturday?)"

Henri smiled the smile that only the very young can do and responded. "I Baron boy." He then scrawled frustrated with his lack of ability to speak properly and repeated, "I…am…the…Baron's…boy". His face then returned to the smile and continued, "My words, Baron speech, I learn asleep."

Renee swept the small boy out of the car seat and snuggled him to her. She and the others all realized what he meant. The though behind the words were Henri's but the Baron made them French and Henri was learning to speak French as he slept.

Renee gently placed a finger on Henri's nose and said, "In your French, what do you want?"

Henri smiled and softly said, "Accueil, nourriture, sommeil. (Home, food, sleep)"

Renee tapped his nose and said "S'il vous plaît Henri, S'il vous plait (Please Henri, Please)," She gently rebuked the tired boy's manner.

"Oui , S'il vous plait (Yes, Please)" Henri responded, rubbed his eyes and then laid his head on her arm. He was asleep within minutes.

The agents quietly introduced themselves. A few moments later Agent Hill and Agent Healer Shell left the room. Leaving Agent Kent to deal with the paperwork.

The paperwork placing Henri in Renee custody was quickly dealt with. Renee was informed that they would be observing Henri for some time and because of his uniqueness, all medical needs would be dealt with by them. She was given a folder of information, which had a subtle mundane repelling charm on it, so that no one but Renee would be able to open or read it.

"Do you have any questions Madame LaDoux?" Agent Kent asked. His voice soft so to not wake the sleeping Henri.

"No l'agent magique Kent" Renee responded. Though the title was incorrect, the use of it stuck for agent Kent. He would find over the next decade that all of the people around Madame LaDoux and Henri Samedi used that title and refused to use any other. It would not be for another fifteen years that he would find out why.

~~o0o~~

Two hours later, Henri was safely in his new home, in his new bed, with a full tummy and sound asleep. While having a nappy change was rather embarrassing, and before his nightly bottle, he was introduced to one of life long favorite foods, homemade sweet potato pie. He was also given crawfish and shrimp beignet. He was not sure what that was exactly, but he liked it. Now with a full tummy he sleep, unaware that he would have several visitors that night.


	4. Henri Samedi - Chapter Three

**Henri Samedi**

**A/N:**

Starting with this chapter until he is headed to Hogwarts, each chapter will represent at least a year, if not two in Henri's pre-Hogwarts life. The chapters will be considerably longer than the ones before it. Also be aware that these chapters will have micro and mini cameos and/or cross-overs, they are too small to be considered true cross-overs though. Some will be obvious and other subtle.

This chapter begins roughly the same time as the previous chapter ended.

He will be meeting and getting something from several gods/goddesses in this chapter. Some of the things will be take time to manifest, others will be nearly immediate. Henri is a godling and will have to grow into his own power and his place not only at Hogwarts but the world and universe. In this story Henri is going to be looked at as an extremely gifted person, with the benefit of an extra nine years of learning and memories, who would not be. Unlike in other stories, my own included, he is going to develop into Super!Henri and godling!Henri over time and yes he is going to have some issues and limitations. I just might make Brussel sprouts his version of Kryptonite.

**Chapter Three – Henri Age: 2-3**

Little Henri's sleep that first night in his new home was both restful and exciting. Restful in that his body was able to get the much needed rest that it needed, exciting in that moments after he began to dream, his mind was drawn elsewhere. The elsewhere that He traveled to, was the spiritual plane home of the Ghede, a mausoleum style mansion. Henri arrived in what he later found out was the front hallway. When he arrived he was met by group of people, most of which were unexpected.

Henri noted a woman standing beside the Baron, her appearance was a more feminine version of his, so Henri suspected she was his wife. Across the room from them were four people. Two of the people stood near each other, while the other two stood a noticeable distance from them and a respectful distance from each other. To say there was an obvious difference between the four unknown people was an understatement.

The first individual Henri noticed was a robed covered being, whose face and overall form was cloaked by the robe itself. Almost the first thing he noticed about them was that they were hovering a few inches from the floor. He could not tell if they were male or female.

The second individual was a black hair and eyed woman, who appeared to be wrapped in living, moving shadows. Henri noted that her face held both a softness and a hardness in equal measure. She also was floating above the floor.

The third person was another woman who also had dark hair and eyes but hers were brown not black. This woman was dressed in what Henri thought was a classical Greek toga made of white and gold. Strapped on her back was quiver of arrows and a bow, both gleaming gold. She was standing firmly on the floor, her feet an obviously calculated distance apart, She was wearing sandals that laced up almost to her knees.

The fourth person was a man and the first that Henri recognized. He wore a winged hat on his head, a white toga and had winged sandals on his feet. If Henri had not notice the tense feeling in the room, he would have laughed as the man kept bobbing up and down. His winged sandals would touch down on the floor and then almost immediately take off again. Of the group he looked the most uncomfortable with the situation.

The woman dressed nearly identical to the Baron was the first to notice that Henri had appeared. She smiled at the boy and said in stilted English, "Well damn it is nice to finally meet you mon enfant special (my special child)" finally slipping into a lyrical French. "Je suis maman Brigitte, pense à moi comme votre troisième mère.(I am mama Brigitte, think of me as your third mother.)"

The shadow wrapped woman then spoke, "So this is the boy then?" Her voice a neutral sounding alto, without any emotion in her voice.

"Oh yes, he is the boy." Responded the robed individual, who Henri realized was a male, due to the rich bass voice that emanated from the robes. "I have met him before, though the child does not remember the meetings."

Henri now looked terrified and in truth he was beyond that and his magic began to react. A green and purple energy flared out of his skin and swirled around him, attempting to protect him from harm. Meanwhile his physical body responded exactly the same, the energy lifting him several inches off of his crib mattress.

"Oh he is strong" The woman wrapped in shadows gushed, of course she would never admit to that emotion. She then smiled, a smile that was both soft and predatory. "Calm child, none here wish you harm." She then said, her words laced with a godly command.

Harry's magic obeyed to a point and diminished but did not completely fade. The fact that his magic did not fully dissipate shocked those present. They would never learn that it was due to a visitor who had snuck into Henri's new room and was visiting his physical body at that exact moment.

Without missing a beat the woman continued to speak. "I am Nyx." The meaning of Her revelation was mostly missed by Henri, who barely had a 5th grade understanding of Greek gods and goddess, let alone those called primordial or the pre-primordials such as Nyx. "I am shadow, I am night, I am darkness incarnate." She explained, not completely able to remove the annoyance from her voice. "We are here to see the child that has caused not only the Moirai but the all-creative such concern and worry." She then bent down slightly and looked deeply into Henri's eyes.

After a few moments she straightened her posture and said, "Henri Rene Samedi, formally Harry James Potter, I Nyx find you worthy of the life you have been returned to and the new path you are to walk." She then shocked the other gods in the room as she kissed his forehead, beside his scar. "I bless you with a taste of my power over shadows and darkness. May it cloak you and keep you secure, may it help you in that which you must do in the future, both known and unknown." Then without a word she disappeared in a vortex of darkness.

The robed man then spoke, "I am Thanatos, known to many as the Grim Reaper. My mother has found you worthy and I doubly so." The now named Thanatos spoke. He then touched Henri shoulder. A chill went through the young boy but nothing happened. "While you may be the adopted child of Baron Samedi, the Loa of Death, Crossroads, Healing and Sex. I claim you as a nephew." He then paused.

"I grant you two gifts and the knowledge that one day I will ask a favor of you." Thanatos continued. "The first gift is one you will not understand for many years to come and the second may seem to be equal curse as it is a blessing." He then stopped and said, "I wish to show you my face."

Henri walked closer to the man and peered up into the cowl of the robe. Another cold chill went through his body as he looked on the face of death. Henri would remember that the face was both cold and kind, forgiving and cruel but when asked years later, he would not be able to describe the face. It would not be for several years until Henri learned the full meaning of the gift.

"The second gift I give to you, is the ability to see the time of death for all creatures, great and small." Thanatos explained. He then touched each of Henri's eyes with a bony finger. For the third time a cold chill went through that small body. Thanatos then also disappeared without a further word.

Henri was quickly wrapped in a warm embrace from Maman Brigitte. She gently led the confused Henri toward the other visitors. "Henri, c'est Artémis et Hermès (Henri, this is Artemis and Hermes)" She introduced.

Henri did not know how to properly behave in front of true gods, so he tried to bow, only to be stopped by Maman Brigitte. She shook her head and said softly "Vous êtes un enfant de la mort, neveu récemment revendiqué la mort, vous devez être respectueux, mais vous vous inclinez à personne, (You are a child of death, newly claimed nephew of death, you must be respectful, but you bow to no one,)"

Both Artemis and Hermes nodded in agreement, though Artemis looked pained to do so. It was that moment that Henri began to even slightly grasp at what his new life would be like. It was the last time that Henri bowed for any reason. He may lower his head, but never bow.

Artemis did not care for men in general but this child was not yet a man, even though his mind was nearly a decade older than the body. She stifled a sneer as she spoke. Her voice emotionless and nearly cold, "Henri, child of the Voodoo's Ghede, I Artemis grant you three boons and require a favor to be asked in the future."

The Baron for the first time attempted to interrupt, but was quickly silenced as the goddess continued. "It shall not be a godly quest or anything of that nature, but it will be required of you." The Baron nodded his acceptance.

"Do you agree, child of death?" She asked.

"I do" Henri answered, his small voice trembled. His body's limitations not affecting him in this place.

"So be it" She responded. "I grant you the undeveloped skills of a true huntsman, a connection with the tree of willow and the ability of animal communion. Train them hard and use them well."

Henri's body glowed as his mind accepted the information given by the new skills, he would have to work his body to master the strength, dexterity and speed of a huntsman and greater understanding of all animals. It would be years before he understood what the connection to a willow tree meant.

Artemis took two measured steps backward and Hermes came forward. He had a large smile on his face and then winked at Henri. "I will grant you a total of five gifts and make only one request of you." He said, the smile never leaving his face.

"The gifts I give you are speed of foot, a desire to perfect your body for the fight, both in tumbling and fisticuffs. I bless your soul with languages and your mind with understanding of commerce." Hermes explained softly. His face then softened to a slight frown. "My request is simple, if you should ever cross paths with any of my mortal children, tell them this," He then whispered something in Henri's ear. The message sealed in his soul until it could be delivered. There was no compulsion to deliver it, but if and when he met a child of Hermes, the message would be released.

The moment he was done, an old man appeared in the center of the hall. His face was ancient and ageless, his white hair unbound and wild in appearance. Henri noticed that each one of the gods and loa bowed their heads in respect to the man, so he imitated them as well.

The old man walked up to Henri as if he were a man many years younger. He touched Henri's chin and gently raised his head, so they were able to see eye to eye. "I am Time and I have already blessed you once allowing you to come back to this point in time." He paused and then said. "I shall bless you twice more this night. Your maturity was snatched from you and rightly so, but I shall give it back to you a ¼ year for each year you live, until such time as your physical age aligns with your true age."

Time placed a hand on Henri's shoulder and continued speaking. "I further bless you with three hours and four minutes to stop, slow, reverse or forward time as you choose. Two minutes maximum at a time is your limit, use it well." He then simply disappeared. It would be another three years before Henri would fully understand the gift he had been given and the level of annoyance the limit would bring.

~~o0o~~

In the physical world, a darkly robed woman rushed into the yard of Renee's house. Her silent footsteps only slowed as she reached the front door of the house. With just the barest of thoughts, the front door unlocked and opened as she approached. She slipped silently into the house. Not even stopping to look around, the woman continued on her trek. She quickly arrived at the room little Henri was sleeping in, this door like the other opened at her approach.

As she entered the room, the woman lowered the hood of her cloak and walked sedately toward the sleeping child. Her aristocratic face framed by her dark flowing hair. Her form showed eternal youth and an equal amount of age as she passed through room, arriving at his bedside.

"Sleep well little one, allow yourself to rest, your shoulders are not ready for the new life that will be open to you soon enough." She whispered, gently moving a wisp of his hair from his eyes. "You should have been better protected as one of mine." Her eyes sparkling with momentary sadness.

She scrawled at the lightning shaped scar that marred his forehead. She raise her other hand, extending her index and middle fingers. She then stopped herself. "No, it is the duty of another to deal with _**that**_," She whispered to herself.

"Henri Samedi, formerly Harry Potter, I Hecate, mother of all magic, grant you three blessings and a gift." She said, her voice taking on a feeling of power. Her body and face then began to grow younger, she shrank to the form of a young girl.

"I grant you instinctual understanding of magic, light and dark, good and evil, natural, devotional and wizard." The young girl intoned as she touched his stomach, chest and forehead. He form then slowly began to return to adult version she had held before.

"I grant you an equally instinctual understanding of herbs, fungus and plants, both good and bad." She said touching his hands and closed eyes. It was at this moment, Henri began to lose control of his magic in the realm of dreams and his physical body responded in kind. If anyone had been awake, they would have seen an eerie light coming from Henri's room, but it was missed instead. After his magic returned to a more normal level, Hecate again changed. Her form becoming old, stooped and slightly shorter.

In a slightly raspy voice, she continued, "I grant you the feel of magic, with training you shall learn the different magics by their feel, heft and flow." She then stooped down and reached under Henri's bed.

After a few moments and more than one time reaching even further under the bed, Hecate pulled her hand and arm back. In her claw-like hand was a rapidly pulsing, moving and changing ball of blackness. She stood up, still holding the ball and spoke again. "I gift you with this familiar, may you be protected and protect each other."

In that moment, the blackness was no longer in her hand, but the small form a black kitten was there instead. Its eyes were as black as its fur. Its body was emaciated to the point of looking sickly or near death, but a sense of power surrounded it.

Hecate placed the kitten on the bed near Henri's shoulder. The cat sniffed Henri gently and then laid down beside his head. "Watch over him until his is ready." Hecate admonished. The cat's only response was a flick of its ear.

Hecate left the house the way she arrived, once out of the yard, she simply faded into the mist of the night.

That next morning kitten would be found sleeping, still in same place it had laid the night before. Much to the annoyance of Renee, both the cat and Henri got along fine. Later that day the cat was named 'Fourbi' by Henri. It would not be for another year, she would learn how appropriate the name was for the animal.

~~o0o~~

Henri was frustrated, no he was beyond that, but did not have the words for the feeling. It was now three days after he had arrived in Louisiana. His frustration, going to the loo. No he did not need help going, he was mentally eleven years old after all. The issue was every time he attempted to go by himself, his two year old hands would struggle to undo the diaper or in his mind, the nappy, before going. Unfortunately his equally two year old bladder could not always hold it and he made a few messes. What made it even worse was the reaction his new mother and her women friends had each time, it was utterly embarrassing to an eleven year old ego. Finally Henri had enough.

Renee was sitting in the kitchen talking with two of her assistants when little Henri marched into the room with scrawl on his face. It would have been cute, since he was only wearing a diaper, but the three women noticed the light of magical energy glowing in the boy's eyes. They realized he was upset.

Henri struggled with the nappy for a moment until it unceremoniously dropped to ground, leaving the two year old without clothes. Henri glared at the snickering women until they stopped. He then announced in a voice filled with power, "No more Nappy, PANTS!"

The women were shocked, but realized he was very unhappy with the diaper situation. It took them a few minutes for them to understand that the boy did not mean, long legged pants, jean or slacks, but he meant underwear. From that moment on, all diapers in the house disappeared and were replaced with proper underwear. Well proper for adults, among others, they did give him a pair that had a purple thing on them, which was supposed to be a dinosaur of some sort. Henri emphatically refused to even consider wearing them.

It was not until an hour after the incident that Henri realized how embarrassing the situation really had been.

~~o0o~~

The day before his welcome to his new home by the whole Community, Henri had another issue that he needed to deal with or it would led to embarrassment. This time he waited until Renee was along and tried the subtle approach. She was doing what appeared to be needle point when he crawled into her lap and started humming.

His being in her lap was comforting to Renee, she had been concerned that Henri was unhappy and was not responding like a regular boy. She moved herself and what she was doing to accommodate the boy on her lap. She completed the final stitch on a new Gris-Gris when she noticed the boy humming, she would have sworn she could hear ghostly drum following along with his humming. Instead of showing her concern, she asked, "Yes Henri, do you need something?"

Henri quit humming and the ghostly drum beats lingered just enough that Renee recognized them and finally realized what he had been humming, the Bardo of the Baron. He smiled up at her, kissed her cheek and then waved his hand over his small body.

"Two" He simply said.

Renee nodded, realizing he was not just listing his age. She smile when he pointed to his head and the smile dropped as he said, "Eleven."

Over the next hour they clarified and discussed that while Henri was physically two and had most of the weaknesses to go with that age, he was mentally an eleven year old and two year olds' toys were not right for him. It was then Renee realized that she would have to contact the members of the Hounfour and most if not all of them would have to scramble to not only return the gifts they had purchased for the boy, but replace them with more engaging selections.

That was the moment that Henri began developing his desire to learn, everything. Renee used that desire as a way for them to bond. Henri would be allowed to read any book that was available, he would have French and Latin lessons with her. It shocked her how quickly he picked up the languages. They also would begin the path of rootworking together, going on from there to conjure and beyond.

~~o0o~~

The ritual in the Hounfour confused Henri, but he enjoyed the drumming and the interaction with the various Loa. This stopped when he saw the spiritual energy of a giant snake enter the room and take over a man named Jean-Paul. The body's head turned slowly to Henri and then smiled. The smile was cold and very reptile-like.

"$$$You can understand me?$$$" The loa asked him in a hissing voice.

"$$$Yes$$$" Henri responded.

"$$$But you should not$$$" The loa continued. "$$$I am Damballa, little one, you have nothing to fear from me, little Baron$$$ He then bowed to Henri. An action that surprised everyone in attendance.

"$$$The mark has magic most foul, and through it you understand me.$$$" Damballa explained. "$$$I cannot allow it to continue,$$$" He then reached out and touched Henri scar.

The touch both burned with the hottest fire and coldest ice, but was over before Henri could even scream. The index finger of Damballa left hand was covered in a green inky black tar-like substance. Henri's scar was bleeding slightly. Henri's hand immediately went to the scar.

The Loa looked around and grasped a baby rattle with his other hand. The rattle was a blue thing that someone mistakenly had brought for Henri. Damballa touched the substance to the rattle and everyone watched as the rattle morphed and twisted into a hideous version of itself. He then violently shook the rattle and said in English "I will return this to you in the future."

"I freely give you the gift of speaking to snakes to you." Damballa said caressing Henri's face, small traces of energy flowing between them. "I so enjoy $$$talking with someone who can understand the true me$$$" He explained, starting in English and finishing in parcel.

Henri would never feel the pain of his mind being touched by the evil that was Voldemort.

The party that went on that night was talked about for years to come. Talk about the food, the dancing and of course little Henri. That was the night Henri danced his first Banda and ate his newest and longest lasting favorite desert, Beignets. A fried dough with powdered sugar.

Agent Kent had been invited and the l'agent magique, found he enjoyed himself. He was free to take pictures, videos and talk with whomever he wanted and most were very willing to talk to the man. The American Department of Magic had identified several different types of magic, above and beyond that of wand waving wizards, since the 1970's and Agent Kent was very interested in learning more about the different types. Eventually he even gained a small affinity for voodoo magic, though nothing compared to actual followers.

He asked for and received a small amount of time to talk with Renee about Henri's future. Agent Kent, Renee with Henri in her lap and two of Renee's assistants, later identified as Karen and Shevfa all sat at picnic table.

"Madame LaDoux, the government wishes to give Henri this medical card and with its use, pay for all of his medical expenses now and far into the future." Agent Kent said as he handed her a green medical card.

"Do you think that I do not have the money to take care of little Henri's needs?" Renee gruffly responded. "I have no need of charity, food or financial aid."

"Far from it, Madame LaDoux, the government knows that you are well off and easily able to deal with his financial needs without a handout." The agent said as he tried to calm the older lady. "It is just that Henri Samedi, the child formally known as Harry Potter is a person of international interest, especially in the United Kingdom."

Renee stared at the man intently for a brief moment. She then reached into a pocket and withdrew a cigarillo, lit it, hugged Henri to her and only then began to laugh. "So this is at least for the government, is a way from them to prove they can take care of little Henri, like the Brits could not for little Harry?" The agent simply nodded, which caused Renee and the others to laugh even more. They realized that Henri was the recipient of the benefit of the USA giving the UK a political black eye.

Over the next twenty minutes Agent Kent explained about Henri's magic. The secret was maintained by the use of a magically enforced binding and a silence ward around those in the discussion. Kent explained the difference between "Wandie magic" and the "devotional magic" that was done in Voodoo. Wandie magic was even displayed, he took a leaf and transfigured it into a robin and back again.

The only individual that took notice of anything they were doing was "Fourbi", who for the briefest of moments considered making the robin into a meal. The moment the bird returned to a leaf, Fourbi slinked into a nearby shadow and disappeared. She knew her new master was very well protected.

Henri received several gifts from the people who would become his extended family. He received the expected clothing, several books, both school based and fiction, a laptop computer loaded with Edu-tainment and strictly educational software intended to advance as he did. From Agent Kent he received a remote controlled car, a small sampler of magical candies and Renee received a list of New Orleans and surrounding area, hospitals, nursery schools, daycare and private baby sitters who knew and specialize in magical children.

~~o0o~~

Henri would remember the date of August 26th, 1992 as both a terrifying and infuriating day for the rest of his life and beyond. It was the date he was forcefully introduced to the uniqueness of the weather for those living in the Gulf Coast Region of the United States. It would not be for several days that he would learn that the massive amounts of wind and rain was named a hurricane and the people that watched the weather had a really bad habit of naming the things. The one that created his hatred of hurricanes was named Andrew.

He had been unexpectedly and rather roughly roused from his sleep. He and Mama Renee were taken away from the house and crammed into a small shelter with what felt like dozens of other people. Henri's heart was racing and an unknown energy was thrumming underneath his skin.

The duality of the boy's mind were both terrified by the glimpse of the storms magnitude he had, even though his head was covered most of the time. His eleven year old mind was only slightly better off than his two year old mind, but both sides ended up being inconsolable during the storm.

That night Henri claimed Hurricanes, with a CAPITAL 'H' as his enemy. This declaration was after news had reached the shelter that people had died. The declaration was met with Henri's eyes glowing with power and signified what would become his first magical oath.

~~o0o~~

The first Halloween Henri spent in Louisiana was a sad time for Henri. It was the first time that he was aware that it was the anniversary of his parents death. He morosely walked from his room to the living room that morning to see the smiling face of Mama Renee.

"Good Morning Henri" she said with a smile, as she set a bowl of grits on the table. Her smile faded as she noticed the small boys face. "What is wrong, mon petit?"

"l' aniversaire de la mort de ma mère (the anniversary of my parent's death)." He responded, not realizing he had slipped into French.

"Je suis désolé ma douce, voulez-vous me dire à ce sujet? (I am sorry my sweet, do you want to tell me about it?)" She asked as she pulled out the chair that had his booster seat in it and helped him into it.

Henri nodded and began to tell her what he knew about Voldemort, his followers and his parent's death.

Renee took the opportunity to lift his spirits by cutting the evil wizards name into pieces and revealing, '_**Vol**_' could represent either flight or theft depending on how it was used, '_**de**_' was of, from, to, by or with. '_**Mort**_' of course was death, dying, dead but also meant dummy. The explanation caused both of them to start laughing. It was not till much later that she explained that, the version of dummy that was meant was that of a mannequin, which caused Henri to laugh again. Years later he would laugh again remembering this conversation.

They spent the next hour taking the various possible meanings and making up variations while they ate. Henri's melancholy forgotten for a short time. It would be years later that Henri would realize how true many of those names actually were for the man, 'flight from death' (run from death), 'theft from death' (stealing from death) and the most ironic 'flying dummy'.

That evening was the first time Renee heard music coming from Henri. At first it was him simply humming bouncing and rocking as he studied. Then as time went by the humming took on an unworldly, out of tuned radio musical quality. She grew concerned as the music continued even after the boy was asleep for the night. Her fear ended at midnight, which was the moment the music also ended, at least for a year.

~~o0o~~

The first time Henri danced in the yard, it was the saddest, most terrifying, most uplifting, most fearful and surprising thing Mama Renee had ever seen. It was October 31st, the afternoon before the Voodoo Rite for All Hallows Eve. It was the 3rd anniversary of his birth parents death and like the year before, Henri started the day rocking, bouncing and humming to his self.

The morning lessons had just finished and she had released Henri to the backyard to do whatever a three year old would typically do, well whatever Henri would do. He went outside humming and rocking as he walked. Mama Renee grew slightly concerned when she did not hear him after a short while. Henri was the most mature child she had ever seen, even among teenagers. Her concern grew to worry for some reason when she began to hear the haunting sounds of a violin, in her mind a fiddle. The music spoke of a deep, heart grabbing sadness.

Mama Renee stepped onto the back porch to call Henri inside when she first saw it. Henri's little body was dancing in the center of the yard. She became terrified as she watched with both of her eyes the scene that was unfolding before her. In the yard was little Henri dancing with a precision that was years beyond his body's ability, what terrified and surprised her in the same moment was that the music was not coming from a radio, instrument or other natural means, it was coming from Henri himself. What increased her terror and fear was that the back yard was filled with the whole _**Ghede, The Clan of Death**_, and they were watching Henri dance.

Her voice was silenced from calling Henri, by the very actions of Henri and the various members of the Ghede. The dance was not a _**banda**_, but a dance from Henri's heart and spoke of his pain and loss. He would sway and stomp, then kick his leg above his head, then drop to the ground, roll a quarter turn and then hop back up facing a different direction. Henri's eyes were wide open, glazed but yet did not hold the look of being taken over by a Loa. He would move toward each of the members of the Ghede all the while dancing stop for the briefest moment and bow, it was almost as if he never stopping dancing. His movements would slow and the dance would change to swaying and circling, for a short time and then he would begin the movements again, the Ghede across from the last would be the next greeted, moving to the right and repeating, until all the Ghede had been likewise greeted. The haunting violin following his progression.

Henri's dance then changed again. His movements became jerky and stiff. At first Mama Renee was concerned he had tired himself out, until she realized he was imitating a cartoon of dancing skeletons he had seen the day before. She was momentarily afraid that the boy would offend the Loa, which was quickly erased when she heard them as one began to laugh and imitate the boy's dance themselves.

What no one realized was that the music had increase in volume to the point it could be heard at a great distance and took on the quality of n disembodied choral. Like the pied piper the music drew the nearby faithful to the dance, each coming with a small smile on their face and without a concern for what they had previously been doing. The back yard became filled with over a dozen people as well as the differing Loa. The other Loa also soon joined the Ghede in watching the boy dance. Some even joining the dance itself.

The people watched little Henri dance and one by one as the Ghede touched them, began to dance themselves. Henri's eyes closed by themselves as a new dance took over the old. The dance would become known as "Henri's banda" to everyone but Henri. To him it was the "Danse de la mort" or dance of the dead. It was that dance that prompted the Ghede to start giving Henri gifts, one a year for several years.

As the dance slowed and began to end the people slowly returned to their regular lives, comforted, happier and each humming a different portion of the 'Danse de la mort'.

The Ghede each touched the now panting boy as they too began leaving. Unlike with the other people that they touched. Each member of the Ghede left Henri a tiny bit of their own power, which would combine and manifest as he grew older. Finally the only ones remaining were Maman Brigitte and Baron Samedi himself.

The couple walked up to Henri and each gave him the traditional French kiss on each of his cheeks. Maman Brigitte then kissed his right check and forehead, right where his scar had been the year before. "You shall learn many things in the next year; just remember to take time to enjoy life."

The Baron smiled mischievously at the boy he had come to care about so much. He grasped him by the shoulders and looked directly into Henri's eyes. "You have please the whole Ghede this day Henri and for that I am very happy with you. If you were a bit older, I would give you your first cigar to celebrate, but we both know all three of your mama's would not be happy with me." He laughed and looked at Brigitte and Rose.

Henri did not need to look at either of them, nor was he confused who the third mama was. He knew it was his birth mother, Lily Potter nee Evans. He had been promised that when he was older, the Baron would show him how to call spirits back for a short time.

The Baron thumped Henri lightly on the forehead. The tap normally would have just been enough to startle the boy but there were other reasons for the thump.

Henri blinked repeatedly and it was only when he heard Mama Renee gasp that he realized something had happened. Maman Brigitte pulled a small mirror from somewhere and handed it to the boy with a smile. He looked in the mirror and was immediately shocked, to the point he could not speak.

The right side of Henri's face had been changed. He now had half a skull showing on that side while the rest of his face looked normal and unharmed. His right eye was gone and replaced with the blackness, like he remembered seeing in the Baron's eyes once before. His left eye was mostly the same, but small amounts of black flecks swirled in the eye, hinting at things to come.

Finally he said a soft, "Wow"

It would not be till the next day that he figured out how to return his face to normal. That night at the rite, the fact that Henri was truly blessed and claimed by the Baron was firmly in the minds and hearts of the others. He gained the name Bébé (baby) Baron Samedi or just Bébé Baron. Harry would not live down being called a baby for another three years.

From that time on each year would see Henri dancing that day, rain, shine and even once in a light snow. Each year, the whole of the Ghede visited to watch his dance and bless him with small amounts of their power.

Henri spent the next year, reviewing school books and other books appropriate for someone his true age of twelve or thirteen. He may not have had the physical body, motor control or dexterity of a thirteen year old, but he had the non-hormonally fettered mind of one.

Just before his fourth birthday, Henri began classes away from the Hounfour and Renee. He began a toddler's version of dance lessons, gymnastics and a Tai Chi class. The adult version of the Tai Chi class gained several new adult students including Mama Renee as well, just so they could physically keep up with the boy.

~~o0o~~

A/N: The dance scene was inspired by an old black and white cartoon of a dancing skeleton and a music video by Lindsey Stirling "Moon Trance" on Youtube, check it out.


	5. Henri Samedi - Chapter Four

**Henri Samedi**

**A/N:**

Henri will be meeting even more of the gods/goddesses in this chapter. He will also be meeting his first beings on the magical world. If you look closely you will also begin to see a hint of the person he will become.

**Chapter Four – Henri Age: 4**

Henri was a busy little four year old. He studied his schooling in the mornings, Voodoo skills in the afternoon and took other classes in the evening, the weekends or both. He also studied his growing magical and godly talents at night or when he slept.

He studied regular mundane school books similar to what he would have had if he had been his original age and remained in regular, mundane school, though he was taking it slowly. At that moment he was only the equivalent of a 6th grader. If he followed the regular school progression he would finish high school before he was even of age for the 2nd grade. He hand Mama Renee agree that while he could advance, he still needed the occasional times with children, who were near his own age.

Even though he would not be allowed the title, Henri would have the experience of a Houngan well before he expected to go to Hogwarts. It was no surprise to anyone how quickly the boy picked up the work.

He continued his toddler's version of dance lessons, gymnastics and Tai Chi class. He also began to learn Capoira, which was added after Henri saw his first Capoeira match. The smile on the boy's bruised face after his first lesson did not fade for several days, though the frown on Renee's slowed him slightly. After a long discussion the four year old had to accept that he could only take lessons in the Brazilian martial art, ONCE a week, not the three times he originally wanted. He would later be glad for that decision.

~~o0o~~

Agent Kent had spent the last year and a few months attempting to get permission from his superiors to take Henri to Gringotts bank, so both the boy and Renee could meet the goblins. It took all the man's patients to deal with the regulations that his supervisors demanded. Finally in March of that year it had been approved.

The agent spent a week of daily visits, teaching both the child and the woman not only about the goblins, their culture, banking practices, but also about the money used in many magical area. Both Renee and Henri absorbed the information quickly. What shocked Renee was the conversion rate.

"So one of these gold galleons," Renee began while rolling the spoken of coin, between her fingers, "is worth $10?" She asked. Her face showing her disbelief. She could not understand the apparent value difference between the coin and an equal amount of regular gold.

"Yes that is correct," an amused Agent Kent answered. "The gold is enchanted so it cannot be sold in a mundane way or melted down to a liquid form." He paused and then added, "It is something they did to stop counterfeiting or altering the value of gold itself."

Henri specifically was taught proper manners for when dealing with the goblins. He also learned that unlike their British based cousins, the American based goblins were heavily invested in not only several banks but the stock market and many other areas of American culture. He further learned that regardless of their location, they were a warrior based race, so did not take kindly to sarcasm or offensive behavior.

The New Orleans branch of Gringotts was in a prominent building near the waterfront. It was amusing and at the same time shocking to Renee that the bank shared the building with the Bank of Louisiana. The only difference was that once they entered the building they went to the right instead of the left when heading into the banks lobby.

The entryway into Gringotts bank looked like an out of service elevator. The air shimmered as they approached the elevator and Renee was shocked to see the elevator replaced with another hall. The other side of the elevator illusion stood two short but burly beings that she immediately realized must be Goblins.

The moment the small group of three entered Gringotts proper, the goblins bowed to Henri and a murmuring that sounded like a growl followed with "duh-nee-peek frock".

Renee and Henri were both confused, while at the same time Agent Kent seemed to be getting upset, but he retained his silence. A small pointed ear and nosed goblin rushed up to the group, bowed and quickly, almost breathlessly said "I am Silverslip, welcome to Gringotts Agent Kent, Madam and…" then he to made the growling noise with "Duh-nee-peek frock". He then made to show the group deeper into the bank.

Agent Kent's curiosity got the best of him and asked, "Silverslip, I mean no offense and I know my Goblin tongue is poor, but why call Mr. Samedi, an honorific sneeze?"

The goblin immediately froze and turned back to the Agent. At first Agent Kent thought he had offended the being, but the horrified look on his face showed something else.

"I beg apologizes for the misunderstanding," Silverslip began, a tremble in his voice. "The word for sneeze and the blessing that follows are different than what has been said here," He then said, [duh-nee-pick frock]is sneeze, the misunderstanding is that sneeze also translates to 'tiny death', it also translates in a mundane term used for a small stroke. The words {Growl}[duh-nee-peek frock] is an honorific 'small death'"

Henri now was blushing over the words and asked "Why not call me Child of Death or Son of Death instead?"

Silverslip blanched at that and whispered, "Translated Child of Death means either child murderer or death of a child. Son of Death is the same but son instead of child."

Henri flinched at that, his memories of his own death fresh in his mind.

Silverslip led the small group to a waiting area and they continued to discuss the differences in their languages. None of the small goblin's supervisors would say anything about him not returning to other work due to whom he was talking with at that time. Over the next few minutes they discussed several possible options, it was then that both Henri and Agent Kent realized that Goblins had several terms for death, dying and murder that translated badly between the two languages.

Finally Renee offered "He is known as Bébé Baron by many of our people, maybe combining the words between the languages would help?"

Moments later, Henri was renamed Bébé Frock, with the honorific growl before and after the name. It was a name that would follow him for a few years, until he earned another name, his own name from the Goblins.

~~o0o~~

An amused Senior-Account-Manager Gougeclaw, stood in the doorway to small waiting area and watched the greeter goblin, Silverslip interact with the godling child and his caretakers. Even though the goblins had their own gods of death, they respected all others and their offspring on a nearly equal level as their own. Death was death, regardless which god did the claiming. Normally for a Greeter goblin to spend more than a couple of minutes with customer, meant the goblin would be punished for neglecting his duties. In this case, no goblin would say or do anything against Silverslip, because they would be concerned the young godling would take offense.

After it was agreed that the boy would be Bébé Frock to the goblins, Gougeclaw cleared his throat getting the attention of the others. Agent Kent, Renee and Henri all turned toward the voice. Silverslip bowed his head in fear, but was quickly relieved when Gougeclaw said "Greeter Silverslip, you have given great honor to these halls of gold this day, by taking the care of these special customers into your own claws. I thank you for you diligence, you may return to your regular duties, I shall see to their needs the rest of this day."

Silverslip bowed to Grougeclaw then to Agent Kent, Renee and finally an even deeper bow to Henri. He then rushed away to attend to his regular duties. The goblin never realized that he had made a friend in Henri that day, but over the years would realize it, as Henri would always call for his aid when he entered the bank in the future.

~~o0o~~

A couple minutes later, Gougeclaw, Agent Kent, Renee and Henri sat in a well-appointed office. Agent Kent followed the Senior-Account-Manager into the office, holding the door open for Renee, who firmly had hold of Henri's hand. Henri was wide-eyed and wanted to stop and look at everything as they walked, the American bank was so different from their London branch.

From Renee's way of looking at it, nothing called out that this was the office of a being from another race than human. True most of the items in the office were lower to the ground, except for the desk and guest chairs, but the same thing could be said for an office of a rather short human. The nice wooden desk even had a modern computer sitting on one side of it.

Agent Kent, was known to the goblin so instead of introducing himself, he introduced Renee, "Senior-Account-Manager Gougeclaw, it is my honor to introduce you to Madam Renee LaDoux, Mundane Devotional Magical and…"

"Guardian, Protector and teacher to Henri Samedi, Bébé Baron, child of the Voodoo Ghede of Death and also known as Harry James Potter, heir to the Noble and Ancient house of Potter, heir to the Noble and Ancient house of Black, The Boy-Who-Lived, defeater of the human dark lord Tom Marvello Riddle or Voldemort" Gougeclaw finished with a smirk, he then added "A human child that by the end of the day will be known as Bébé Frock, by every goblin on the planet. Erupting into a full belly laugh at the end.

"I am Henri Samdi" the boy said in a cold voice that chilled everyone in the room.

"Of course." Gougeclaw agreed quickly. He realized that apparently the boy did not like all the attention he was receiving.

"We came to find out about his vaults as Harry Potter," Agent Kent said, changing the subject. "We hope to be able to transfer them to your American Branch".

Gougeclaw simply waved at the chairs across from his desk as a way to offer them to his guests. He then began typing quickly on the computer. He paused, reading the screen and then grunted several times. "There are several irregularities with the Potter and Black accounts" He explained. "Some of which we can correct today, but others will take time, even years to correct."

"First a will was drafted by Harry James Potter's parents, which has not ever been read," he pushed a few more buttons on the keyboard and snarled "It apparently was sealed by executive order of someone within the British Ministry of Magic."

"Can it be unsealed?" Renee asked.

"Seal by their government but it is not a government document, nor was it declared a State secret. That being said, a member of the United States Magical government can countersign it and it can be opened." The goblin answered with a pointed look at the agent.

"Of course," Agent Kent said. Gougeclaw, hit the button which would print the required forms.

"Second thing, The Potters had three vaults, a family vault, a personal vault and a trust vault. If everything goes as expected with the will, each would become the property of their son." He paused. "Here is the first set of issues, the family vault and the personal vault can only be accessed from the Bank in Great Britain. The trust vault cannot be transferred here, but we would have restricted open access to it, for you."

"What that?" Henri asked. His tongue not doing exactly what he wanted, but the point was made.

"There is a spending restriction set on it. The restriction was set by the British Ministry in their last set of treaties." Gougeclaw explained and then continued. "The restriction is percentage based, not amount based. You can retrieve up to 10% of the vaults value each month. It refills up to a 10,000Galleon level each year on your birthday."

Gougeclaw then glared at the computer screen and roughly pounded a few keys in frustration.

"What is wrong?" Renee asked. "Is someone stealing from Henri?"

Gougeclaw looked at the woman and shook his head, "No, not in a legal sense anyway." He pounded a couple more keys and then explained, "Albus Dumbledore in his position as Chief Warlock of the British legislative and judicial body approved a stipend of 150Galleons a month to be given to 'Harry's guardians'." He paused glared at the screen again and the continued, "That is perfectly legal and above board. What is the problem is from the banks point of view, is that money has been going to Vernon and Petunia Dursley since November 1st of the year Harry Potter's parents died, without fail. This money should have transferred to Madam Renee LaDoux the moment the adoption papers were approved."

Renee thought for a moment and then said, "That is $1,500 American dollars, right?" She saw both the goblin and agent nod. Her face turned sour and she said "We don't need it. I have more money than either Henri or I could spend in our lifetimes."

"Regardless, the order is legal and has to be honored by Gringotts." Gougeclaw explained. "So either you take it, or it will remain with the Dursley's"

That comment was enough for both Renee and Henri, both yelled "NO!"

"I'll accept it, but it is Henri's money, so I won't touch it." Renee finally agreed.

"Then open a vault and put it in the Samedi name." Agent Kent suggested. He then smiled and added, "You can then order a transfer of the allowable 10% from his trust vault to be placed in the new vault as well."

Gougeclaw roared in laughter. "That will nearly drain the vault each year, leaving just over 2,500Galleons, after the transfers and fees, in the vault at the end of each year."

"Can I invest it?" Henri asked.

After a few moments of rapid key typing, a predatory smile crept over the Goblin's face. "Yes you can, as long as you leave something in the vault and the investment has at least some property in the Great Britain. That was the start of Henri's regular visits to the bank, it became part of his training to go to the bank and discuss investment ideas with the goblins, at least one monthly bases.

"On another note," Gougeclaw said changing the direction of the conversation. "We have several issues with your connection to the Black family. Most of them do not affect you, at least not unless you decide to travel to the United Kingdom." He said with a growl at them losing all that gold. He then continued, "You have no access to any of the three Black vaults, due to the newest lord of the house being incarcerated, apparently without a trial, by the looks of things, but Gringotts London was ordered to seal those vaults until either you take them over in person or 100 years whichever comes first."

A knock on the door startled everyone but Gougeclaw. "Enter" he responded.

A goblin that looked barely over his teen years entered the room carrying a couple computer printouts. He handed them to Gougeclaw and quickly left.

Gougeclaw signed one of the papers and then handed it to Agent Kent. "This authorizes Gringotts USA to open and fulfill the last will and testament of the last Lord and Lady Potter. Please countersign at the bottom of the form." He said in a formal voice.

Agent Kent quickly read the paper and signed it. He knew that before they left he would receive two copies of it, Henri and Renee would receive a copy of it and the goblins would keep at least five copies of the form.

Gougeclaw took the authorization form back from Agent Kent and then looked at the print out of the Will. "I will skip the legal formalities and only read the bequests and any codicil for Harry James Potter's care."

The Goblin stared at the document for several moments. Unlike Mundane Wills, Magical Wills updated themselves if a person listed died before the Will was able to be read. Even though this was an electronic copy and not the original, it had the originals updates shown as dark marked through sections that no longer applied. Well over half the Potter's will had those marks.

He started with the easy portion first, "There are several bequests to organizations and charities here, to their former school, a hospital and several magical and mundane charities."

"To Remus John Lupine, We bequeath 100,000Galleons and Highland Shed. Take care of yourself Moony." Gougeclaw read.

"To Peter Pettigrew, We leave you 100,000Galleons and our thanks. If we die at the hand of Voldemort while we are in hiding, on the other hand, we declare you oath-breaker and the reason for our death as you were our secret keeper."

Both Gougeclaw and Agent Kent gasp at that revelation. The goblin kept reading, he was now looking for more secret information hidden within the document. Agent Kent's mind already going to what that would mean for Henri and the future.

"To Filius _Flitwick; I, Lily leave my notes on the charms I have worked on, may they help in the future."_

_"__To Minerva McGonagall: I, James leave you my copy of "The Marauder's Notes on Animagus Transformation" and on how to make our greatest achievement "The Marauder's Map"._

_"__To Albus Dumbledore, we leave James' Chocolate Frog collection, 100,000Galleons to retire those old brooms and 1,000,000Galleons to help fight Voldemort or any future Dark tossers."_

_"__To Sirius Black, our brother in all ways that matter, we leave our greatest treasure, our son, Harry James Potter to raise as your own and a stipend of 150Galleons to spoil him with. Thanks for being our decoy secret keeper Padfoot."_

_"__To Harry James Potter, we leave you everything else, monies, properties and other unlisted items. You have our love Harry. Keep your godfather, Padfoot safe, even from himself."_

_Henri's eyes were gleaming with swirling green and black. He did not know exact what had happened to Sirius but he wanted answers. With a demanding look, his eyes locked with Agent Kent's._

"I will see what can be done, legally or not to get you the answers you want" the man responded to the silent demand.

An hour later, Henri was the proud owner of a new Gringotts vault and all other paperwork had been completed. Due to his age, he had no access to the vault, but that would change as he got older.

Two days later, Goblin language and Latin classes were added to Henri's ever growing list of studies. Rounding his language studies to English, French, Latin and Goblin, which Henri flatly refused to call Gobbledgook.

~~o0o~~

Olympus

Charon prided himself on being unflappable as well as always on time, but that autumnal equinox night he was shocked to see a young godling of Death waiting for his barge with the waiting dead, as if he were one of them. The boy held a black cat in his arms. The beast was relaxed in the boy's arms as if did not have a care in the world. The boy on the other hand was actively aware of his surroundings, his eyes were alight with curiosity as his head moved quickly taking in everything around him.

"What are you doing boy child of death" The Ferryman asked of little Henri.

"The Baron told me that if I wanted to learn more about the nasty storms, that I needed to ask a god of storms. Pos'den is the only god of storms I know and uncle 'Than' once said the under'old had a way to get up to 'lympus." Henri explained.

"Did he now?" Charon asked with what could only described as a smile crossing his otherwise stoic face, though it appeared more like a smirk. "Did he tell you that you had to pay the ferryman to get to the other side?" He asked. Even though technically all aspects of Death, even the little ones rode for free.

Henri shook his head and his eyes began tearing up. "I not got no gold" He murmured.

If the Ferryman had really been focused on the boy's words, he would have realized the boy knew more than he was admitting, simply by knowing he had to pay in gold.

"Can I show you a magic, instead?" Henri asked, his lower lip quivering.

"Sure," Charon agreed.

"Do you have something that looks like a coin?" Henri asked. He was quickly handed two American quarters.

A big smile stretched across the small boys face as he took the quarters. Covering them with both of his hands, Henri grunted as his hands began to glow a greenish blue color. His eyes gleamed with an emerald light. He blinked a couple times and then slowly relaxed his hands, allowing the glow to dissipate.

Henri then handed the two quarters back the now shocked Ferryman. The quarters were now gold. They still had the markings that showed that they were quarters, but his touch recognized them as solid gold. Thus began a game between Henri and Charon that would go on for several decades, each and every time he decided to visit in the future. 

~~o0o~~

Hades was bored, Persephone was once again mad at him for some reason and went into a rage whenever she saw him, so he was hiding out in the outer realms, near the river Styx watching the damned float by in the rivers rapid flow. It was there he had the shock of his immortal life. He saw a child, who reeked of death magic and glowed with power, just watching the chaos that was Hades' realm and holding onto a rather unique kitten. The boy who he later learned was name Henri was unbothered by the goings on and seemed to be enjoying himself, content just to watch as things happened around him.

Hades took it upon himself to find out what had happened and what the boy was doing in his realm. Henri happily repeated his story to Hades, who immediately saw the potential for prank or two on his brother Zeus and possibly all of Olympus.

Hades led the boy to his castle and just as they passed the ante-chamber to his throne room, he stopped at a rather ornate wall. Or at least that was what it looked like to Henri. Hades touched a rune on the wall. Henri was shocked when the wall split in two, revealing a glass and gold elevator.

"This the easiest way to get to Olympus for you." Hades explained. "Inside are a total of three buttons. Here is represented by the bottom button, the middle button opens on the earth and the top button is Olympus."

Henri thanked the god of the underworld and entered the elevator. He quickly touched the appropriate button and smiled as the doors shut. With a single ding from the elevator it began to glow and with an explosion of lights shot up, heading toward Olympus.

There was a momentary but noticeable pause in the elevators ascent, which Henri correctly guessed that was the point it arrived on earth. After that brief pause the elevator began getting even faster as it headed toward Olympus.

~~o0o~~

Poseidon and Aphrodite were sitting in the throne room of Olympus having a quiet discussion about the new ruling Zeus had given, when they heard a cat meow.

Three hours later, the precocious four year old had met the twelve main Olympian gods. He spent enough time with them to recognize each of the gods' diverse personalities and quirks. He gained several more adopted aunts and uncles, several promises and a boon, which would not reveal itself for a few more years.

He had a long discussion with Poseidon about storms, hurricanes specifically. They also discussed the sea god's son Percy who apparently was only a few years older than Henri. He was stuffed with ambrosia by Aphrodite. Athena and Hestia both smiled at the boy, the goddess of battle strategy secretly blessed him with even more endurance and a more strategic mind. Apollo ended up granting him more understanding of music and meter. Hephaestus and Ares both accepted him and promised they would have gifts for him in the future.

The two that intimidated Henri the most were Hera and Zeus. The queen of the gods looked at the child impassively and her only acknowledgement was a slight tilt of her head. The boy was not a child of the Olympians, at least not directly, so he would not automatically receive her ire, but instead he was the child of an aspect of death. Even the gods respected the different aspects of death.

Zeus was the surprised to see the child of another pantheon boldly present in the stronghold of Olympus. He realized the child was innocent and almost laughed when he was informed the reason for child's visit was his fear of a storm. That in itself was what caused the severe king of the gods to talk with the boy. At the urgings of the other gods and realizing that the others were slowly adopting a child who was beyond his rule about visiting the child of a god, Zeus end up making an accord with the child and other gods.

The accord simply was, the Olympian gods with the exception of Thanatos and Nyx, would only visit the boy twice a year, his birthday and one other day of their choosing. For this concession, Zeus ordered that any location where Henri was residing for a month, would be protected from godly interference or destruction for a year. Zeus qualified the accord in respect to Thanatos and Nyx simply because in truth, he had almost no power to control their actions and it saved them from being sneaky and him the headache. He would eventually regret making the accord, but only marginally after he thought about it.

~~o0o~~

That October 31st, broke frigid cold in the Black sea. Three Blackhawk helicopters flew toward the normally hidden island of Azkaban. These helicopters had been fitted with magic-canceling equipment that allowed their mundane pilots to see through the anti-muggle protections around the island. Two of the helicopters had a full complement of a mixture of American and British soldiers, twenty-two men total. The third helicopter was kitted out with a mobile hospital with two beds available, three medical staff and four soldiers. The soldiers were acting as protection and extra help for the medical staff.

The mission was a simple extraction of one specific prisoner. The standing orders were to stun any guards, unless they began using deadly force, then the order was to protect the person being extracted, themselves and the equipment, in that order.

Each soldier was outfitted with two wands, a rifle, a side arm and a Patronum torch. The medical staff had their medical kits in a backpack, a wand, a side arm and a Patronum torch. The helicopters were each outfitted with self-powering Patronum shields. The torches and the shield technology was a mutual advancement between the USA magical offices and the American goblins.

The individual Patronum torches looked like a metal base for a regular fire torch until activated, no longer than two feet from top to bottom. The activation required very little magic, even a magical mundane or squib, could light one. It was powerful enough to protect the individual and roughly five feet around them. The torch was maintained not by the magical power of the individual but a small one caret sized crystal in the base of the torch.

The Patronum shields on the other hand were actual shield plating protecting the helicopters themselves. The activation and energy requirements were maintained by a small magical crystal shard in each helicopters outer housing assemblies. The field generated by the shields protected ten feet in every direction.

The mission was over within fifteen minutes of the helicopters landing on top of the prison itself. The human guards were so shocked by the flying machines, they were easy to stun and move to a secure area. That way they were out of the way and not easy pickings for any Dementors.

If any of the soldiers were shocked that their extraction target ended up being a sickly looking black dog, none of them showed it. The fact that the dog transformed into a man the moment they arrived at the medical helicopter barely registered an eyebrow raise from the men. The shocking thing for the men was that the man, who they learned was named Sirius Black, began cracking jokes almost as soon as he was belted into his bed.

~~o0o~~

Four year old Henri was finally of the age where he was curious about the legends and myths related to the various worldwide and American holidays. He had learned that while Cupid really did exist, he had nothing to do with Valentine's Day, but instead it had started as ritual for his mother Aphrodite, before the date was moved to connect with Catholic saint. He learned that there was no Easter bunny, but had started as a day to celebrate Persephone's return from the Underworld. He still did not know how a bunny got put in the mix. Henri learned that the 4th of July had a person known as Uncle Sam attached to it. Most of the information he found showed that Uncle Sam did not originally start as a person, but a concept to bring national pride to the Americans in wartime. That later changed when a man took on the name Uncle Sam and became a superhero.

Most of the other holidays did not have a persona attached to them, so they did not interest the curiosity of the boy. The exception was the largest worldwide holiday, which in one form or another was attached to the persona known as Kris Kringle, Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas, Pere Noel, Sinterklaas, de Kerstman orSanta Claus. Henri knew that every culture in the world had some reference to a gift or toy giver persona, even if they did not celebrate anything like Christmas.

Like every curious child at that age, Henri made and executed a plan to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night and observe to see if he could find evidence of the man with so many names. Henri was completely shocked when he not only found the evidence, but the man himself.

The shock for the man was only equaled by the shock for the boy. With matching mischievous smiles, the man and boy struck up a friendship. By the end of the night Henri was calling the man Uncle Nick and a year later Uncle Nick's wife was called Auntie P, because Henri could not pronounce her name properly.

Renee would over the years get used to the boy disappearing a few weekends each month between October and January. A large schedule board was created so she would know at least in general terms where the boy was at any given moment. She would be pleased when Henri turned seven to finally find out where the boy had been disappearing to over the years.

~~o0o~~

**A/N: The money conversion rate is roughly based on the HP converter that is online. Goblins in America would have greater freedoms than other locations and being the opportunists that canon showed them to be, they would have their claws in many different financial situations, unlike their British cousins who were looked down on.**

**Yes Sirius is now freed, he is not going to be a really visible character in the story at least until Harry is getting ready for Hogwarts. I love Sirius but having him added to the story in the main storyline will bog it down at least for these early year chapters. The next chapter will clarify his situation before moving back to Henri/Harry focus.**

_**Merry Christmas/Happy Kwanza/Blessed Yule and overall Happy Holidays to everyone. The Christmas scene was originally going to be put in the next chapter but I knew I would never finish it in time for the season. Harry's new friends will make other appearances in future chapters. Uncle Nick and Auntie P. will make more than one appearance…extra digital Christmas cookies to anyone who can identify how they will connect in future chapters without any more hints.**_


	6. Henri Samedi - Chapter Five

**Henri Samedi**

**A/N:**

The School in this chapter actually exists, though its appearance after Katrina has changed. Also the behavior of the school board and reasons were something that happened in the past, though the real event happened in the 1980's

**Chapter Five – Henri Age: 5**

Sirius Black was kept in what he later found out to be a Military Hospital for three months after his 'extraction' from Azkaban. He was given both Magical and Mundane (muggle) medical treatment to help him recover from his almost four year exposure to the Dementors. By the last month of his stay, he had been informed that he would have to go through a hearing near the end of the year but would most likely be freed from both criminal and medical confinement early in the next year.

The hearing was a joint effort between the British and Americans, but was held in the Swiss Ministry of Magic. Just five miles from the headquarters of the ICW or the International Confederation of Wizards, which at the same moment was holding their yearly meetings, led by Albus Dumbledore. The hearing itself lasted thirty minutes, half of which was due to the required overly formal international diplomatic posturing of the three counties involved. He was of course declared innocent. The press release sent to the international newspapers created a political firestorm that took years for both the British Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore himself to recover. It took a year for the British Ministry of Magic to send an owl with his 'formal declaration of innocence' which Sirius was happy to burn.

It was February before Sirius was released from medical care. He had long ago been informed of the situation around Harry or Henri. He was happy the boy was so protected and loved. Sirius still looked on his position as the boy's godparent, regardless of the boy's name or who he lived with now. He swore to protect the small boy and bound it with his magic. With the help of the Americans, Sirius became an American, moved to Louisiana and purchased a house on the same block as Renee and Harry.

Harry's younger mind remembered Sirius, though not clearly and that was enough for them to establish a new family dynamic. Even though on occasions, Renee wanted to strangle the man, overall she was glad to have his help with Henri.

By the end of Henri's 4th year the boy could speak both Ancient Greek and the Goblin's language, which he flatly refused to call Gobbledygook, especially after learning that the Goblins called their own language 'Goblish' and the other name was given by a wizard who had no ear for languages. While not perfect in either language, he had the understanding of each equal to a native speaker his physical age. Henri's skills in English, Latin, French and what he called 'American' on the other hand were comparable to someone of his mental age instead. He also had a passing interest in learning Spanish.

~~o0o~~

Henri's life took another unique direction after the death of one of the elderly members of the Honfour. The member whose name was Claude had previously taken an interest in Henri as the child of the Baron. Henri had developed an uncle/nephew type relationship with the man and no one was surprised when Henri was listed in the older man's will. What was shocking was that Henri had asked to lead the jazz funeral march, portion of the man funeral. Not only was it unusual for someone his age to do it, but the fact that Henri was not directly family was also unusual. Henri was also given a small amount of money in the will as well. He was further separately paid for leading the march, by the remaining family.

Henri's nerves were showing as he stepped in front of the funeral crowd. He was dressed in the traditional clothes of the Baron, a purple suit with tails, white ruffed shirt, a purple, black and white top hat and he was shoeless. The moment the starting prayer had ended Henri was calm, cool and completely collected. His magic, both devotional and 'wandie', were swirling around him in gentle ways. Those that could seem magic would see a purple and green swirling around the boy. Those that could not see the magic, felt an energy in the air that was calming while at the same time, energizing.

With a massive over-head wave of his left arm, which was followed by a purple flash, that was noticeable to everyone, even the mundane non-magicals, Henri's shovel appeared. The shovel was well over twice the boy's height, but he carried it with practiced ease. The shovel appearing shocked many people, and added to the boy's continually growing mystic. Using the shovel as an overlarge baton, Henri began the march.

Halfway to the cemetery, the music changed and so did Henri's appearance. Gone was the stoic looking face of a child, it was replaced by a smiling half face skull that proved to all that watched, that the boy was more than a child. To those in the know, it solidified his position as the Baron's selected child. Henri's black eye socket gleamed with power, the same with his green and black eye swirled with that growing energy. It would not be till later that night that he and Mama Renee found out that his march had been picked up by several news outlets. By the end of the week his name had been broadcast to the whole state of Louisiana.

By the end of the month, Henri was being scheduled and pre-scheduled for funerals in a multitude of locations all over the state. Renee strongly encouraged Henri to invest the money he gained from leading the funerals with the Goblins. By the end of that year, he was participating in at least three funerals a month. He was on the way to being independently wealthy, not even counting the money he inherited from his biological parents or the amount he would eventually get from Renee. The large scheduling soon became even more filled with activities.

~~o0o~~

Rin'tag Ru'nalfit (Soul Render), the Goblin incarnation of death was wading through the swamp. He was there for the twice a century culling of the Swamp Bear population. This culling would be his 30th overall and the sixth since the humans made the area into country. Even though he, like all Goblins thrived on battle, he did not find glory in these cullings, they were necessary though for the survival of the natural races.

The Swamp Bears were a variant of the European Bloodsucking Bugbear a magical sub-species of a bear with a soft lamprey-like mouth. The Swamp Bears had moss, twigs and other things growing on their green mottled skin. Their diet was any animal or being that crossed their path. Even though they had a rudimentary tribal structure and limited form of communication, they refused to peacefully interact with anything, even other tribes.

The swamp was much quieter than the grizzled Goblin expected, that was until he entered the known Swamp Bears territory. Upon entering the area just a few yards, he began hearing the obvious sounds of battle. Rin'tag slowed his approach and drew his twin battle axes in preparation.

The first sight of the battle was far from anything that he have been prepared to see. There was what appeared to be a single hooded Goblin in the middle of a fierce battle with over a dozen Swamp Bears, another dozen already dead on the ground. The surprising thing was that the Goblin appeared to be winning. The Goblin seemed to whisper to each of the Swamp Bears, just before he killed them. He could overhear the occasional word in Goblish.

Rin'tag's idea that it was Goblin was quickly dissuaded when a Swamp Bear was beheaded by the individual jumping and swinging what appeared to be a mundane long handled shovel, instead of any Goblin made weapon. The idea that he was watching a Goblin was further destroyed when the being seemed to separate into five more copies of itself. One of the copies seemed to grow blacken claws on the fingers of very human looking hand, which was then quickly shoved into the ribcage of the nearest Swamp Bear.

A feral smile came across the face of Rin'tag as he realized who the individual was, with a roaring laugh he finally spoke in Goblish. "Well met Bébé Frock, I see that my brethren will need to craft you a new name." His speech was interrupted by the dull twang of the shovel striking, and crushing a Swamp Bear's skull. He then continued with a jovial comment of "And maybe they shall create a more silent weapon in your honor."

As on each of the copies turned and glared at the Goblin, then spoke, each taking a single word moving in a circle between the copies. "Well met Rin'tag Ru'nalfit, will you be joining the fray or are you so old that I must craft you a walking stick and a chair?" The boy's half skull face gleamed in the moonlight.

With a chuckle and then a roar the Goblin incarnation of death entered the battle. His form morphing into his own version of death, which was much more than Henri's. The two incarnations quickly ending the battle and culling the required number of Swamp Bears. The soft words that the boy death spoke, the old goblin found were the boy calling them by name and claiming he would give them a quick, honorable death, which he then did.

The Goblin laughed at the younger being as they scanned the area for more enemies. The culling only was expected to take the warrior caste of the animal. The only time a female or child was taken was when they entered the battle on their own. He scanned the bodies and with a laugh added. "I may be getting old, but my wisdom is great, even for a soft skin pup as yourself. Take the heads to the nearest Gringotts and reap the reward for each kill." He then threw a bag at the boy.

For the next half hour the human boy and Goblin elder beheaded the dead and shoved them into separate sacks. Rin'tag only taking those that had his own death magic on the body. It would not due for one death to steal from another.

By seven that evening Renee had begun to get worried about Henri not having arrived at home from his Tai Chi class. She had contacted Sirius and a couple members of the Honfour. They were planning to start a search for the boy when the phone rang. It was quickly answered by James, one of the members of the Honfour, who was the closest to it. After saying 'Hello" he was quickly informed that Henri was at Gringotts, tired but okay, in need of ride home.

~~o0o~~

A very upset and flustered Renee and Sirius rushed into the New Orleans Gringotts. They were quickly met by small Goblin that neither knew the name of, nor was his name given. The Goblin simply said, "Follow me, they are presently in the counting room."

The Goblin then lead the flustered couple past the normal areas of the bank and down into the earth cut caverns. The caverns walls had a rough but glazed appearance and the floor was roughly smoothed by the years of being walked on. The only lights were phosphorescent crystals and the widely dispersed torches.

After a few moments Sirius realized where they were going, he had been to the one in Gringotts-London once as a youth. His face blanched of its color as he remembered that the counting room was where the Goblins counted the bodies or heads of their dead enemies that had a price on their lives.

"If we are going where I think we are going," Sirius whispered to Renee, "be ready to see either dead bodies or beheaded heads and a LOT of blood."

"You are correct Lord Black and it is the heads of a hunting party of Swamp Bears, a variant of the Blood Sucking Bugbear." The Goblin responded as if Sirius had not even attempted to whisper. "They are also the truth behind the mundane legend of the 'Rougarou'" he continued saying the last word in a highly accented French. "You should be proud of Bébé Frock, it is the largest hunt of the beasts in history."

"Oh mon Dieu" Renee exclaimed.

The shock of the revelations both silenced the pair from further comment and elevated the concern they had for their boy.

When they arrived at the counting room, they found themselves being led into a roughly cleared cavernous room with multiple shelves on each wall. In the center of the room five Goblins were hunched around two large burlap looking sacks having a hushed conversation in their language. After a brief moment one of them broke away from the others, carrying a head that was almost as large as his whole body. With a grunt and slight flare of magic, the decapitated head rose into the air and joined others on the second highest shelf.

It was only then that Renee and Sirius noticed what was on the shelves. On opposing walls, the various height shelves had become the temporary home of several severed heads. It only took Sirius a moment to remember that the higher the shelf the higher the bounty for the kill. One of the walls had a significant larger number of heads than the other.

It was in that moment that they noticed that one of the Goblins was not a Goblin at all, but their wayward charge, Henri. What attracted them to him was he began to laugh. His focus was another Goblin that appeared to be in black armor. Both of them bantered back and forth in what Sirius could only guess was the Goblin tongue.

Henri pointed at that wall with the fewest heads and crowed, "This shows that you are getting old! I have five times the number of heads you do."

"I may be old, but I am still able to whip you in battle" Rin'tag replied and then added "I also see that you have spent too much time around the warriors and not enough around the bankers, your boasting is greater than your true number, at best you are three times the number of heads."

Their continued banter was interrupted by the scream of Renee. She recognized Henri and the first thing she truly saw was that tiny boy was covered in blood. She had no concept that his wounds had already healed and the majority of the blood was from the Swamp Bears. Most of which had been dumped on the boy after the battle as part of a goblin ritual for his first true battle.

"Mon Dieu, Henri René Samedi, What 'ave you got yoursel' into now!" The elderly woman shrieked. She then began looking over his body to find any wounds to explain the blood. She gave no concern to her clothing with quickly were also getting bloody themselves.

An ancient voice responded for the slightly shocked boy. "He has gotten about his father's and uncle's work and proven himself to be a fine warrior that any Goblin would be blessed to fight beside." The voice came from the goblin in the black armor. "He even has the Goblin bravado and an equally sharp wit."

The Goblin the nodded to both Renee and Sirius and introduced himself. "I am Rin'tag Ru'nalfit or Soul Render in English."

The blanching of Sirius face showed that the man had heard of him. "So you know of me then, Lord Black?" He asked nearly rhetorically.

"You are the Goblin's Death?" Sirius answered.

"That I am, Rin'tag answered. Unlike with humans who have multiple aspects of death. I am the only one goblins claim. I would be death by battle or honorable death to humans." He explained further.

"To me you are a dusty old relic" Henri chirped.

"Henri!" Both Renee and Sirius yelled at the boy, both terrified of what the Goblin would do to the child. They were shocked when he began to laugh instead of getting angry or offended.

At their confused look, Rin'tag explained. "Goblins love sarcasm in battle and afterward. We love hearing stories of great battles. You humans have something similar, I believe it is known as 'fishermen tales'. The barbs of the young keep pushing an elder Goblin to retain his skills until time for him to meet me. Plus Henri's father, the Baron Samedi has even greater barbs than Henri's."

Over the next hour Henri was informed that he was grounded and he would have to do his own wash of the clothes he was wearing. Henri revealed that the reason he attacked the Swamp Bears was that a group of them had attacked and killed the Borden family that lived a few blocks away.

Henri revealed that he had a couple new powers, one was the ability to bring the recently dead back for a short time. He explained that Amy Borden had been killed after her parents and even though he could not bring them back, he could her, for a brief time. It was from the reanimated girl that he found out who had killed her and her family.

The other power he did not reveal but said that he had not been able to replicate it since the battle so it might have been a battle only ability. He planned to ask the Baron that night as he slept.

When the accounting was done, both Renee and Sirius was again shocked to learn that Henri had defeated a total of thirty five of the beasts and collectively that earned him 95,000 galleons or as Renee calculated just short of $950,000. What none of them knew, not even Henri was that Rin'tag had ordered that Henri would be set up a trust vault which would be directly connected to his own.

Henri had gained another adopted uncle and the goblins a gained new respect for the tiny human. He also gained another name. Instead of Bébé Frock, Henri was now Harrif'Nal Frock, which was 'Swamp Monster Death'. Henri was offered training in both the ways of Goblin warrior as well as training in fortune gathering, by the leaders of the New Orleans Horde. He told them that he was very interested but would have to check his schedule and would get back with them as quickly as possible.

He would learn about the new name the following week when he came to invest the new money in Stark Industries, Wayne Enterprises, Queen Industries, Microsoft and begrudgingly Apple. It would be another year before the goblins of the world knew and accepted the newest name for the boy.

~~o0o~~

The next morning Renee was woke up by the heavenly scent of breakfast being made. She could detect, eggs, grits, bacon and sausage being cooked. She was momentarily confused as she walked down the stairs toward the kitchen. It was Saturday and none of her helpers were expected until lunch time that day.

The scene that she found when she arrived in the kitchen was shocking to say the least. She was surprised to find nine copies of Henri moving about the kitchen, sitting at the table and in the process of making the base oils for her tinctures.

Four Henri's were sitting at the table eating. The head and foot of the table were the only spots not taken up by the versions of the boy. Each of the boys were eating separate items, one was eating eggs, another gits, a third bacon and the fourth was cutting open a grapefruit.

Two Henri's were working in the kitchen proper, one cooking at the stove, while another was follow behind him and cleaning the kitchen as they went and occasionally retrieving different things for the one cooking.

A single Henri was standing just inside the room, drinking from different cups. After each new swallow, one of the other Henri's in the room would comment on what the drink had been, water, milk, apple juice or grape juice.

The remaining two Henri's were in the small alcove beside the kitchen straining and bottling different tinctures. They moved in and around each other without bumping each other or any of the equipment. It took Renee the smallest of moments to realize that the tincture they had been working with was a base healing, once that could be added to other elements for a wide variety of healing uses.

As one the small army of Henri's looked up at Renee and smiled.

The nearest Henri spoke first and each one continued after the one before said just three words, "I learned I could do this last night in the swamp, but I did it instinctually and was not sure if I could do it on command," They then smiled and collectively said "I can now."

The Cook Henri stepped away from the stove with a prepared plate for Renee and sat it down for her at her head of the table place. The Kitchen helper Henri, then supplied her with her early morning cup of coffee. "I am testing if my abilities are the same as Papa Baron's or if they are different because I am human." The Cook added.

Over the next couple of hours, several of the Henri's went about the house doing the small daily chores that the small boy had claimed, while the remaining Henri's and Renee retired to the sun room to experiment with the new power.

Henri when separated into multiple forms possessed a collective mind in which each copy was fully aware of what the other copies were doing. There was not actual original, as far as they could tell. If one was hurt, they all took a portion of the pain and were able to heal the wound quicker by absorbing the wound into their separate bodies and only taking a portion each. The only drawback they found was that anything eaten or drank by the various copies was added to whatever another copy had and had the possibility of making him overfull and sick to his stomach.

After this newest revelation, a new set of rules were created on when and how Henri could separate into copies. It took Renee several months to accept that if she saw different copies at different times, she did not need to repeat a request to each one separately.

Henri's schedule board soon after became a colorful mass of confusion for anyone to try and understand that did not know that Henri could be in multiple places at once. From that time on Henri had at least three copies working, studying, practicing and/or reading at any given moment. He took the Goblins up on their training with one copy working with them every day but Sunday. Another copy was doing three forms of martial arts, dance and gymnastics every Monday through Friday. The third copy was learning to hunt, box, exercised twice a day for speed and endurance as well as taking care of things around the house and with Renee. Each copy also took a language, one beginning a new language, the second the medium level of a second language and the third the advance studies of a third language. Each one also took a single subject in a regular school level and studied it in the evening, along with different aspects of Voodoo, Wicca based magic and Herbology.

Henri's sleep was also as full as his waking hours. He had three copies there as well. Learning Shadow/Darkness training from Aunt Nyx, Death and Healing Magics from Papa Baron, Uncle Than and Maman Brigitte. He also had the occasional class from different members of the Ghede, Hecate and other of the Greek Gods and Goddesses and the occasional sessions where he was stuffed with nectar and ambrosia by Auntie 'Dite also known as Aphrodite.

~~o0o~~

Henri was slightly confused about having to go to school. Even though he had knowledge several years beyond his age, he had been informed that he was going to have to go to a school grade known as 'Kindergarten'. He understood that it was required by the government, but he figured he was going to be bored out of his mind.

He continually glared at Mama Renee as they went to get his school supplies. His glare increased when he found out that large crayons and white paste were part of the requirements. "This is so stupid" He groused for the third time to the amused elder woman.

"Consider it a way to socialize with children your own age" Renee responded in French. "You need to be more connected to those around your age."

Henri rolled his eyes at the woman he had begun thinking of as a mother. "It does not change the fact that it is stupid. I can pass 9th or 10th grade course work with my eyes closed." He continued to complain. "Can we at least get me tested to see where I should be?"

It was quickly agreed that he would be tested. Over the next two weeks Henri was tested multiple times. The first two times were first and second grade end of year tests. The third time was a 5th grade, 'graduation' test. He passed each one without making an error. They even repeated the 5th grade test with an alternative test, but it had the same results. He was then given a Middle School assessment and an IQ test. He again passed the assessment test without a mistake. The IQ test showed that his IQ was 195, making him a high level genius.

The night after the last test, Henri was in the backyard dancing. It was not the "Danse de la mort" nor was it a Banda. It was Henri dancing in a rage, not a temper tantrum, but a full on adult sized RAGE. The reason for his rage was the ruling of the school board about his schooling.

Even though Henri had completed the Middle School assessment perfectly, they had refused to give him the high school level test. Though they did agree to accelerate Henri's classes a maximum of two years for each year of schooling, it was dependent on his work and behavior in the classroom over the year. The board appeared to be concerned about Henri's emotional maturity as well as his scholastic level. It was agreed that Henri would complete Kindergarten and if he maintained a high level of work and good behavior for that level he would then be promoted to the 2nd grade, 4th grade, 6th grade, 8th grade and so on.

While this was an acceptable plan for Renee and Henri, the boy's rage was created when a member of the school board took Renee to the side out of the range of Henri's hearing or so she thought and explained the true reason behind their ruling.

As a whole Louisiana was one of the poorest states scholastically and had recently had their federal funding cut. They needed to retain Henri as long as possible for several reasons. Chief among them was the fact that as a genius level student, they could get yearly publicity over his continued advancement, which in turn would grant them access to more money from not only Federal funds but contributors.

Renee was upset over the fact that the district was going to use the boy for their own benefit. Sirius wanted to start a prank war to relieve his own anger but stopped when he realized Henri was LIVID. Both Renee and Sirius watched helplessly as Henri danced. His dance was violent in nature and with each step they could see he was saying something. It was not until Henri started getting louder that they realized what. Henri was cussing, in English, French, Latin and what they could only assume was Goblin and Parseltounge.

If it was not for the fact that Henri was the son of the Baron, the foulest mouth Loa and the fact that it was in the privacy of the backyard. Renee would have washed the boy's mouth out with lye soap. Instead she was just happy that he was not also smoking cigars or cigarillos, YET. She would warn him to watch his mouth in public, after he calmed down.

Henri danced well into the night. At midnight Renee went to bring the boy into the house, regardless of his continued anger, but was stopped by what she saw. The yard was again filled with not only the Ghede, but several Loa including Damballa, Popa Legba and Lenglensou, the last one actually frightened her to see. There was also a figure in a robe, a woman made of shadows, as well as some lighter skinned folk that Renee did not recognize. At least until she saw one of the lighter skinned men throw a lightning bolt into the sky. It was then she realized how special Henri really was, he had both the Loa and the gods of Olympus to call upon when he was hurting.At 2am Henri finally collapsed in exhaustion, after nearly twelve hours of dancing. Renee started to go out into the yard to gather the boy and put him into bed, but she was stopped by the most beautiful woman she had ever seen and the woman made of shadows. The beautiful woman gathered Henri into her arms and both women smiled to her and the beautiful woman spoke."I am known as Aphrodite to the world and Auntie Dite to Henri" The now named goddess of love announced. She then turned to the woman of shadows and introduced, "This is Nyx the queen of shadows and darkness. One of Henri's many aunts and one of his patrons."Then Nyx continued, "We felt his rage and hurt this day and came to see what had happened." Her voice was soft and cold but held no malice.It was at that moment Renee noticed that none of the spirits or gods had left and were all watching her."He did not speak to us about the situation, so we require understanding of what happened from you." Nyx continued.Over the next few minutes Renee explained the situation and what they had learned. Her own feelings about the situation were felt by all. It was only when Baron Samedi spoke that the immortals calmed."Though I understand my son's rage, this is part of the great plan for his early life." The Baron explained. "I personally fuckin' do not like it, but if Henri were to finish his mundane schooling before he is to go the damn "wandie" school, they would no longer be able to take him as a student and his missions during those years would not be possible."There were several nods in understanding from the others, including Renee herself."The way these fucking mortals have set it up, Henri will be two years from complet'n his mundane learning when he goes to Hoggywarts." The Baron revealed. "He will be able to finish it as quickly as he wants and with a bit of help from some other magic learn'n he will be able to walk away from them when his mission is done."

"SSSstill the boy needs more training from all of usSSS." Damballa interjected. His voice understood by all but still with a snake-like hiss.

"Agreed!" said four men, who Renee later learned where Zeus, Poseidon, Hades and of all the gods, Ares.

"Could he go to the camp, next year?" Aphrodite asked.

The three brother gods each nodded in agreement and Poseidon spoke, "He is going to be very young in comparison to the others, but exceptions can be made.

After a few more minutes several life changing plans were agreed upon. Renee was shocked to realize that the immortals looked at her as an equal when it came to planning the future of the small boy.

Aphrodite gently took the exhausted boy to his room and put him to bed. Each of the spiritual visitors took a moment to either whisper to or touch the boy as a form of acceptance and wishing him a good sleep. That night and then next were the first time that Henri slept naturally. His body processing the godly energy that had been given to him, accidently on purpose by the gods, goddess and the various Loa.

~~o0o~~

The first day of Kindergarten, Henri was disgruntled, everything annoyed him. He had two copies of himself and all four of him were snarky. Copy one who was dressed all in black was going to continue his training with goblins, black hid blood better than other colors. Copy two was dressed in black jeans and a white shirt was going to travel to Olympus and was to be trained by the gods in the physical instead of his nightly dreams. The final Henri was dressed in a navy blue shirt and khaki pants, his new school uniform. He wore dark purple socks and underwear.

Jefferson Elementary was a beautiful group of white buildings with a separate building specifically for the Kindergarten. Henri nervously watched the nearby levee and saw that it was less than a mile away from the school. He absentmindedly followed his new classmates as they were shown around the classroom by the teacher Miss Shaw.

Henri kept quiet for most of the class and only answered a question when he was specifically called upon. His mind drifted and he focused more on what the other copies were doing than the ridiculously easy activities expected of him in class. That is not to say, that they were not completed in a timely manner or incorrect in any way. It was just busy work for his fourteen year old mind.

That afternoon after lunch during playground time, Henri's life would again change. He was part of small group playing with a basketball close to the fence nearest the road. They were not actually playing a real game of any sort, just bouncing the ball between each other. A girl named Kim had slowly grown frustrated with her inability to catch the ball properly before sending it to the next person when in frustration she slammed the ball hard and it bounced over the fence.

Before the teacher noticed, James the boy that the ball was to go to next, chased after the ball. Henri noticed the life clock above the boy, a runic systems of characters above the boy's head flashed from green to grey. The small boy ran around the fence and into the street after the ball. He did not see an oncoming semi-truck until it was nearly on him.

Henri screamed "NO!"

In a triple flash of light things were set into motion that would forever change how the children of the school and all of New Orleans saw the boy named Henri Samedi. The first flash was white and out of it appeared Henri's shovel, which he quickly launched in the direction of the truck. The second flash was black, just as the shovel would have struck the fence, but instead appeared to have traveled through the fence. The third flash was a combination of purple and green, protecting the boy and stopping the truck a yard away from the boy.

The shovel had traveled through the air, was taken by shadow from one side of the fence to the other. It slammed into the truck at a 45 degree angle entering the vehicle just to left of the driver side headlight, slicing through the motor and engine, locking up the machine so that it could only slide a few more feet before being stopped by the energy of the dual colored magical flash.

Henri crumpled to the ground as soon as the truck stopped and he saw that the boy was safe. Meanwhile the other two copies also crumpled, both then disappeared, consolidating energy with the Henri on the playground. Henri blacked out at one point. He woke to find himself in the nurse's office being checked over by not the nurse but a kind faced EMT.

The school had security cameras and everything was caught on tape. Which that night was being shown on the local nightly news. Over the next week, it was conjectured that he was a mutant, magical or a super hero in training. It was even brought up that he may have been the son of the Loa Baron Samedi and decided that it was not James' time to die, which was the closest to the truth. The one thing that was not considered was that Henri was anything but a hero.

The children at Henri's school, even the older years, at first were not sure if they should be afraid, in awe or treat the boy normally. After several tried to share their lunches and were turned down with a smile and kind word, they soon got over their shock and treated him as normal as possible. Though the color purple became an accepted accessory to the school uniform and would remain that way for several years.

The school year continued without further instances of trouble, but because Henri would occasionally be pulled out of school to lead a funeral, his early adventure was never completely forgotten.

That summer before his 6th birthday once again his legend grew…

Child Super Hero saves the 17th Street Canal Levee

Child collapses after saving thousands

Newspapers and news channels announced the day after a tropical storm struck near New Orleans. The papers had pictures of Henri wearing a purple sleeveless hoody covering most of his face, barefoot and both his hand glowing. The news channels actually had video showing him supporting and occasionally repairing the large levee. Some of them also had pictures and footage showing the boy laying on an ambulance gurney. The small form in comparison to the size of the gurney highlighted the lack of age that the newest super hero had.

Again there were those that conjectured about what he was, but more people began to believe that he was the 'True Son' of the Baron. Voodoo as a belief had a major upswing in converts after the reports. Agent Kent was also busy putting out fires for Henri's actions on both sides, all the while smiling at the idea that such a small boy could create such a great change.

A group of funds were setup, to 'help the boy superhero'. Some of the money was set aside for specific things, like making sure there was an ambulance ready for when the overexerted himself or just needed a ride home. While other money was just set aside for Henri in general. The money that Henri could touch he divided between setting up an insurance policy against any possible damage he might cause in the future, a fund for repairing the levee system and a fund for orphans. He set them up with the goblins with the instructions to "Make them grow". Other than the insurance policy none of the money was touched by him.

~~o0o~~

A week before his 7th birthday, Henri was running late. He had gotten a ride to the nearest library to do some research on the symbols he saw above people's heads, he had be so focused he had lost track of time and now it was dark. He was so frustrated due to running late for his regular outing with Sirius and Maman Renee that his magic rose.

Henri felt his control over his magic falter and then drop. In a single instant a swirl of green, purple and black lights encircled Henri, a triple runic circle appeared below his feet and the sound of gunfire or a car backfiring all three happened at once. Henri as well as his other two copies disappeared.

**A/N:**

The next chapter begins some of the crossover connections


	7. Henri Samedi - Chapter Six

**Henri Samedi**

**A/N:**

This chapter is the last pre-Hogwarts related chapter. There are a few micro cross-overs in this chapter, but do not expect exact continuity of the specific canon events. Part of the continuity issues will be explained in the next few chapters. Even though this is strictly for a Fan Fiction website…All rights belong to the specific creators and all that…

**Chapter Six – Henri Age: 6 -7 **

Henri was aware that he was in a tunnel of white, purple and black light. He felt stretched, compressed, dragged and pulled, almost as if he was being pulled through a drain pipe while at the same time being shot through an electrical power line. He was aware of where he had been, where he was at that moment and fleetly aware of his destination. He could feel that he was moving at tremendous speeds heading North West of his previous location.

He felt his clothing changing as he traveled, but he could not move his head as he traveled. So he could not see what his clothes changed into, but he had a suspicion. As he traveled, on occasions Henri could see flashes of light and fire that were not produced by his traveling, but by the route he was going. His mind realized that the travel was only taking mere seconds, but he would remember sight and feel of the travel.

The darkened bar was painted red, with black floors and matching furniture. A bar stood at one side, while a small stage with a single throne like chair stood near the far end of the bar. A stripper pole stood in the center of the area a scant few feet from the stage. In the far corner of the bar appeared to be a small curio or novelty shop. The bar itself had gothic and vampiric feel. The large number of customers fit the atmosphere, with the occasional person who was obviously dressed wronged for such a place, but at the same time felt comfortable in the bar.

A tall blond man sat on the throne like chair, watching a nearly naked woman dancing on and around the stripper pole. His boredom was obvious in his cold eyes. A Native American with dead eyes, tattoos and stringy unkempt hair stood behind the bar. A tall, overly made up blond woman with a permanent scowl on her face, sat in a chair near the door. A badly made up shorter blond with a vacant look appeared to be acting as a waitress, she appeared to have tried to copy the other woman's look and failed, badly.

The first thing that caught over half the bars attention was a swirling group of lights that had no source. The lights started out as a single purple, then white and finally a black light, which caused the nearby area to glow. The second thing was the formation of three runic circles, which were moving just above the floor. This by itself was enough for the customers in the area to move as far away as possible. Then to the shock of the whole bar, the swirling lights crashed into one another and detonated in a sound that could only described as a shotgun blast.

When the lights cleared, all that remained was a small boy who was barefoot, dressed in an old fashion funeral suit and top hat, both a crushed royal purple. In his left hand was a long handled shovel with a very sharp look spade. The hat covered a portion of his face in its shadow, his head was cocked slight to the left and he appeared to be listening to something no one else could here. Among other things, Henri had sent a copy to Renee so she would not worry or would worry less. All that the patrons noticed of him sending the copy was a slight blur around the boy's body that faded behind the strange child.

Pamela Swynford De Beaufort commonly known just as Pam, stared at the boy with the closest to shock that she had felt in over a hundred years. The idea that the child was standing there was wrong on multiple levels. First in her mind, he was obviously a minor and so young he should not even been anywhere near a bar, let alone Fangtasia. Second was his overall appearance. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the way he was dressed reminded her of something or someone else. The method of his appearing in the bar barely even registered. In that brief instant, she made up her mind on what she would do next.

"Who the fuck are you and how in the hell did you get in here?" Pam asked a moment before she remember that it was not proper to cuss in front of child, let alone at one. His response shocked her even more.

"I am Henri René Samedi, The Baron's Boy. That is who the FUCK I am," Henri began his voice cold, to the humans in the bar, it was as cold as the grave. "I came in here because I was called." The moment after he had appeared, Henri had the specifics of his first ever mission as an agent of Death, 'downloaded' directly into his mind, with words, pictures and all other needed information. At first he thought this was something that the Baron had sent him to do but almost in the moment of that same thought, he realized that it had the energy of "uncle Than" all over it.

Several of the people in the bar moved back away from the boy when they realized who and what the boy represented. One of the women loudly whispered. "The True Death." The fear and stress in her voice was evident to the whole bar. The understanding that each word was capitalized in her mind was obvious to everyone that her comment.

Henri turned toward her and smiled, "Not for you, at least not yet."

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?" Henri asked as he turned back toward Pam, "Some goth vampire wanna be Barbie?" The sarcasm was evident to everyone in the bar. Anyone who was paying attention would have heard the snort of amusement coming from the man on the small stage, Eric Northman.

The comment offended Pam, who personal thought the doll tended to make little girls even more airheaded that they would have been normally. She rushed at the boy with her enhanced speed and stopped a scant inch from his face, her fangs bared. She was again shocked by the boys reaction, instead of the normal flinch or scream that most humans produced, he laughed.

"Is that supposed to be your scary face?" Henri asked mockingly. He then lost the smirk his face had morphed into and said, "I have one of those too." His face then blurred and reformed into the half skull face with the black eye socket. Pam was so shocked that she de-fanged and took a step backward without a thought.

The appearance of the boy's face was more than enough for the already scared vampires in the room. With the exception of Eric, Pam and the bartender all of the vampires fled the room at superhuman speed. They would later add the fear in Pam's eyes to the power that the small boy had shown.

Henri looked around the room and cocked his head to the side again and appeared to again be listen to something unheard. He then smiled at the woman in front of him and said, "I was brought here to stop the death of one Kyle Light, he apparently has a big future in store for him. BUT, he is presently being drained by some vampire in your men's room as we speak."

Henri then looked at the male vampire, who he knew was the Sheriff of the area and said. "I have no problem with the vampires of this or any area." He paused, "I was brought here because the normal agent of death for this area was called away." He paused again. "If the man dies, then…we will have a problem."

In the thousand years that Eric Northman had been a vampire very little had ever unnerved him, but this small boy created feelings in him that were close to terror. Soundlessly he flew out of his chair and ran into the men's room.

An hour later, Kyle Light had been found, glamoured and sent on his way and the vampire who was draining him had been silvered and placed in the basement as punishment. Eric and Pam were sitting on the stage talking with Henri. They came to an understanding that Henri was in no way interested in bringing 'The True Death" to any vampire, unless he was attacked first. They also realized that the boy was both more and less than human, while not a present danger, they knew he could become one, if they offend him or those that sent him.

Over the next couple of years, Henri would visit the vampires and their bar on occasions. Neither Pam nor Eric like humans that much, but they realized that Henri was something supernatural and not really a human, so they ended up liking him. Especially Pam, though she would never admit it, she liked his sarcastic wit and enjoyed their regular times of sarcastic sparring. Though neither would admit when or if the other had won any of the specific sparring matchs.

The Vampire Authority had been given a report about the boy and decided that as long as he did not directly interfere in vampire business, that they would help him if he ever crossed their path and would avoid crossing his as much as possible.

~~o0o~~

The day of Henri's seventh birthday was very special for the boy. He was kept home from school and all of his other training. He was given understanding that each group of his adopted families wanted to have a portion of the day to be with him. The morning was spent with the Olympians, the afternoon with Renee and members of the Hounfour and the evening was spent with the Ghede.

From the Olympians he was gifted many different presents.

He was gifted with a short training bow from Artemis, the bow was slightly smaller than the average short bow, but would grow with him. She promised that he would train with her hunters to perfect his aim and strength. It was a rare privilege that she made sure that he knew would not continue the moment he began puberty.

Henri was given a short sword from Ares, the god tousled his hair and promised lessons in both war tactics and using the sword. The war god would never verbally admit that he liked the boy, but to everyone around him, his actions spoke, loudly.

Eros gave him several bars of chocolate filled with ambrosia, and a promise to not ever interfere in his love life.

Aphrodite gave him three refillable bottles of Nectar, which were covered in mist so the mortals would never see them.

Hecate gave Fourbi a second form, that of an owl. The new owl form was as black as the cat form and Henri recognized it from his reading as a Strix Huhula or a Black-banded owl. The only colors other than black were the grey under-feathers and the dark yellow beak. Fourbi enjoyed his new form by flying around the high ceiling of the Olympian throne room.

Nyx gave Henri a dozen thin crescent shaped throwing knives made from the shadows. The blades resembled and functions much like boomerangs. She smiled at the boy and simply stated that they would be added to their regular training rotation. She also revealed that the knives had a couple of alternative forms that were also weapons as well.

Zeus, Poseidon and Hades each gave their approval for him to travel to Camp Half-blood for the last month of that year. He was expected to be packed and ready to go on the 15th of August, so he could enjoy a month at camp and return just before the school year was to start.

Hestia gave him a small devotional fire for his use, it could be used to burn offerings to the gods or act as a form of verbal communication. It was given a home on a newly built alter which also held tokens for each of the Greek gods and goddesses. The new alter was sat on the left of the fireplace in the living room of home Henri shared with Renee, it made a unique counterpoint to the voodoo alter on the opposite side of the fireplace.

The Honfour threw the boy a party and gave him several gifts. Chief among the gifts were a sharp pocket knife, a set of seven Gris-Gris commonly known as voodoo dolls, candies and an assortment of clothes. Among the clothes were purple sleeveless hoodies and a small pair of combat/work boots, both of which became permanent parts of his 'work' uniform.

That night Renee, Henri and Sirius were relaxing and just enjoying the quiet time of the day. All three of them were startled when both the Baron and Maman Brigitte unexpectedly appeared in the living room. Sirius drew his wand when the man and woman appeared in the living room, he was shocked when he realized who they were and that they were solid, not requiring a host to be present. They both ignored the man and his wand as they greeted Henri.

"Joyeux anniversaire, mon petit Henri (Happy Birthday, my little Henri)" Maman Brigitte murmured after her kisses.

"Merci" Henri responded with a bright smile.

The Baron's kiss also included a light flick on Henri's forehead "Joyeux anniversaire!" He then roared with a laugh. "Tonight we are going to take your training to the next level" he continued. "Tonight we shall draw your Les parents de sang (birth parents) so that you and they may have a long overdue conversation."

Over the next half hour both Loa instructed Henri in how to summon his parents. They described the traditional manner used by their followers and the method that Henri had access to, as their adopted son. The main difference was that the followers method was a ritual that worked the best on All Hallows Eve or All Souls Day, while theirs only required concentration and a bit of blood.

When Henri felt he was ready, he began the chant that would draw his parents to him. During the chanting the rest of the Ghede arrived to watch the boy take the next step on his road to his full potential. None of them aided Henri in any way, he would succeed or fail on his own.

When the final words of the chant were completed, two smoky forms appeared in front of Henri. A moment later the forms of James and Lily Potter clarified for all to see. The next two hours included a multitude of tears, several laughing and giggling spells and an equal number of promises as James and Lilly told their story, Sirius told his and finally Harry told them how he became Henri. Though they were dead, the magic that Henri used allowed him to receive his first hug he would ever remember from his biological parents.

From that moment on every Halloween and on each of his birthdays, Henri would summon his parents to join him in the celebrations. The L'agent Magique, Agent Kent was shocked the first time he met the couple he knew to be dead. It was not until much later that he learned it was not a Voodoo type spell but a Death spell with a capital D. The event was included in a rather large and growing list of things that he did NOT put in any reports.

~~o0o~~

Virginia "Pepper" Potts walked quickly into the nearly empty boardroom. The sounds from her heel muffled by the expensive carpet in the room.

A nearly identical man and teenager looked up from the quiet discussion as the woman entered. Both of them smiled at her with identical smiles.

The man, Anthony "Tony" Edward Stark and his teenager Edward "Eddie" Anthony Stark both spoke at the same time, creating a slightly weird stereo effect. "What's up Pepper?"

"We had a small bit of confusion over one of the newer investors," Pepper began to explain. "It got interesting and headache making when I tried to research the investor and the investment company they used." She then sighed. "Both investigations were blocked by SHIELD." She finally said, her voice laced with obvious frustration.

To most of the world, Eddie was known as Tony's son and heir. The truth like everything else in their lives was another story all together. Eddie was a modified clone of Tony. That itself was confusing enough, but he was also from another dimension, that no longer existed. All the information had been verified and promptly hidden by S.H.I.E.L.D. or Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.

"What is the name of the investor and how much?" Tony asked.

"It is listed as 'The Henri Samedi Trust' and with the most recent purchase, they now have One billion in Stark Industries Stocks." Pepper announced.

~~o0o~~

Agent Hill, the The L'agent Magique, was sitting comfortably on his office sofa, reading through the newest medical report about Henri Samedi, while slowly drinking a cup of coffee.

As expected, Henri was physically healthy and developing at what he knew to be a normal level, though the report stated that his development seemed to be slightly accelerated. He was also shown to have a genius level intelligence counterbalanced by an equal level of common sense.

The report further explained that his magical core was developed to the level a fully trained Wizard and still growing. The core previously known as the _**'devotional core'**_, now known as the _**'passive devotional core'**_ had grown beyond the magical core in size and had not slowed its growth. His nature core, as they started calling it, seemed to be growing at a consistent but slower rate than any of the other cores and in fact acted more like a back-up reserve for the other magics.

The report made it clear that the reason for the name change for the devotional core was that he apparently had developed a forth core that while it resembled a devotional core, reacted in the opposite 'direction' from the other devotional core. This new core was given the name 'active devotional core' to separate the two cores in future reports.

Agent Hill had a suspicion that the new core was the result of the ever growing energy produced by those people who had at one level or another began to worship the boy. It would not be till years later that he would find out that he was partially correct.

~~o0o~~

Superman sped toward New Orleans to help restore the levies that protected the city, after the most recent hurricane hit the area. He was preparing to expect anything when the deep voice of the J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter crackled over the communicator in his ear.

"Superman, there is a local hero there holding the levy, but please hurry." The Martian then paused. "He is rather unique and the local officials do not know how much longer he can hold the levy." Without a word Superman increased his speed.

When he arrived in New Orleans, he saw the main levy glowing with a slowly pulsing "ghostly" light. He could not find the hero that was doing the work, so he landed in front of a small group of police and a small boy holding a shovel twice his height. A small smile crossed his lips as he assumed the boy thought he was going to help fill sandbags. His smile only increased as he noticed the boy's ridged body and closed eyes. The boy could not be any older than seven or eight at the most.

Superman turned to the highest ranking police officer and asked, "Where can I help out first?"

The officer turned to the Man of Steel and said "There are cracks and micro cracks all over the inner wall of the levy. Mr. Samedi has informed us that he can only hold it for another twenty minutes at most." He paused and said, "We have already evacuated the area."

Superman noticed several cement trucks in the area and prepared to cement the walls at super speed, when he heard a small voice, "Please hurry, it is beginning to hurt." He quickly identified the voice as coming from the boy.

It was then he noticed the boy's eyes were open. They were a swirling mix of bright emerald and pitch black. It was then that he realized who was holding the levies and what J'onn meant by rather unique.

The next ten minutes saw the Man of Steel do the quickest patch job he could on the levies. He used a combination of his super breath and heat vision to cure the concert used on the patches. When he finished the last patch. He saw the light fade from around the levy he had been working on. What he did not see was Henri slumping from exhaustion.

After another half hour used to double check the patches and allow Henri to rest, the Man of Steel finally was introduced to Henri.

Agent Kent of American Department of Magic did the introductions. "Superman, I would like you to meet, Henri Samedi, the peoples' Prince and Protector of New Orleans and ALL of Louisiana." He said as he pointed to Henri, who was resting on an ambulance gurney.

Henri shook Superman's hand and then with a bright smile asked, "Do you know Wonder Woman?" He paused and then added. "She is so pretty."

A week later Henri met not only Wonder Woman, but several members of the Justice League. He had his picture taken with well over a dozen members of the League while being held by his idol, Wonder Woman. Agent Kent was sent a copy of the picture by Renee 'for his scrapbook'. That was not the last time that Henri and members of the Justice League met in the next three years, but that one instance was the most fun for Henri.

~~o0o~~

The morning of the 15th of August arrived too quickly for Henri, Renee and Sirius. As the small boy gathered his luggage together for the trip to New York, all three of them were in their own minds, mulling over worries and concerns.

Sirius had forgotten the trip and had started planning a prank vacation. Which would have taken the three of them on a trip back to England, under the nose of Dumbledore and Ministry of Magic. The trip was cancelled and planned for the next year, when Sirius was reminded that the gods of Olympus had planned this trip for Henri.

Renee was saddened as she felt even more of her connection to her boy slipping from her. She and Henri were family and would always be family, but she knew that not only was he maturing much faster than even his body showed, but also her time with him and the earth itself was getting shorter.

Henri was sad that he would not see Renee or Sirius for a month. He was upset that he was not allowed to duplicate himself and leave a copy with Renee and Sirius and another with the Goblins to continue his training. He had been informed that the time at camp was for his continued training and he was not to divide his awareness, by both Zeus and papa Baron. So he obeyed.

After final hugs and kisses, Henri felt his body once again compress and pull itself as he left Louisiana. His next full thought was as he was greeted by a Centaur named 'Chiron'.

"Welcome to Camp Half Blood, Henri Samedi, son of…" The Centaur began his typical introduction. Then after an unexpected pause, "Di Immortalis!"

**A/N:**

Again this chapter is not following a timeline for any of the micro cross-over. The reason for the mash-up will be explained in a future chapter.


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